Thursday, September 27, 2012

Pinocchio

Pinocchio, have you found a doll to be your dearest friend?
I learned long ago to call your wooden arms my home, my friend
I would untangle your strings
and tell you of a world you did not know
and I would say, would say, would say
Pinocchio, Pinocchio
One day a boy for real you will be

Pinocchio, have you found a new marionette to hold you?
I learned long ago to dance with you gently, guiding you
I would repaint your faded parts
and tell you of a world you longed to know
and I would say, and I'd always say
Pinocchio, Pinocchio
One day a boy for real you will be

Oh, have you found another to pull upon your strings?
I would have crafted for you paper wings
and I would remind you of wishing stars up high
and tell you of a hope I had of which you knew not why
Pinocchio, Pinocchio
One day a boy for real you will be
And side by side and no strings to guide
you will walk hand and hand with me

Pinocchio, have you found a doll to know?
Have you found someone who you want to know?
I would still untangle all your strings
and tell you of a world I wish to show
here I am to say, to say, to say
Pinocchio, Pinocchio
One day a boy for real you will be
and I hold to hope for this reality
and upon a star I wish for you, for me
but please don't let someone walk you away.....from me

by Elizabeth Azpurua




Wednesday, September 26, 2012

The Fall of Rome

Take my fragile bony hands and lead me into the dark
and with me dance across this floor
like it is Central Park
and when I awake from this dream tear out my heart
and with it stitch my insides up
like macabre art
I want to hear your lullaby whispered in my ear
before you close them off
whisper softly Dear
When I am buried in the earth behind your home
remember the dance we shared
the fall of Rome
I want you to carry my hollow soul underneath your tongue
where each time you say my name
or air escapes a lung
You will remember my bony hands in a darkened room
where we danced across the floor
before I met my doom

by: elizabeth

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Banner of Love

Go ahead and cry your Hail Mary
and sprinkle Holy water on me
You can light me up like a Christmas tree
and spread my ashes in a cross for all to see

I might be a martyr or maybe I am
a demon in disguise
I might be an angel or hell, I never said otherwise
but if you think that I am wrong, I will tell you this
I am only a woman in love
memorize the shape of my fist
You can send me straight to hell and pave my way in stones
you had already used on all of my windows
I don't care who you think I am supposed to be
I am just a woman no matter what you name me

Go ahead and throw salt on me
paint a cross over all that my eyes see
You can light me up like a Christmas tree
and spread my ashes out to get them on their knees

I might be a martyr or maybe I am
a demon in disguise
I might be an angel or hell, I never said otherwise
but if you think that I am wrong, I will tell you this
I am only a woman in love
memorize the shape of my fist
You can send me straight to hell and pave my way in stones
you had already used on all of my windows
I don't care who you think I am supposed to be
I am just a woman no matter what you name me

And I will stand here with my banner of love
I will be waving my banner of peace above
Go ahead and scream at me to turn from my wicked ways
for loving who you think I shouldn't in your set in ways
But damned if I do, damned if I don't
I am professing what you won't
Love is the meaning, the answer and the truth
and I don't need your accusations as proof

I might be a martyr or maybe I am
a demon in disguise
I might be an angel or hell, I never said otherwise
but if you think that I am wrong, I will tell you this
I am only a woman in love
memorize the shape of my fist
You can send me straight to hell and pave my way in stones
you had already used on all of my windows
I don't care who you think I am supposed to be
I am just a woman no matter what you name me

by Elizabeth Azpurua



Sunday, September 16, 2012

Poetry

Maybe for some words just aren't enough
unless they spill from pretty lips
into sound
Maybe for some words just aren't enough
when evidently it's all in pictures that
proves profound
Maybe for some poetry is meaningless
rhyming words on paper no one
wants wasted
Maybe for some poetry is meaningless
emotions bounding across paper in
ink saturated

But there are they who feel the words
cling to their souls like breaking fingers
cling to ledges
There are they who want to sink the
outline of the letters into their skin
in bloody edges
There are they who feel the depth of loss
and love, and light and freedom
sprawling outward
in words and rhymes and lines and letters
proclaiming with open abandon
in written word

It's keener edged than sword and steel
and more forceful to make you feel
and yet is overlooked and passed on by
for a pretty face and a wanton eye
in lighted images we all take in
the exoneration of sin
is better yet by far to most who see
than reading words of poetry

9/16/12

by: Elizabeth Azpurua


Friday, September 14, 2012

Hear Me

Heaven, why do you elude me?
Why do you forget me?
Where is my solace tonight?
I need the Master to calm me
I feel myself falling
I don't feel life's alright

There's too much talking
and too much deceit
and somebody's calling
for my defeat
but I am still standing
not on my knees
for the ground is cold
and you don't....hear me

Heaven, why won't you rescue me?
I am forgetful but I'm waiting
There's just so much sorrow here
Heaven, I feel like I'm fading
Why won't you save me
while I'm so full of fear?

There's too much talking
and too much deceit
and somebody's calling
for my defeat
but I am still standing
not on my knees
for the ground is cold
and you don't....hear me

I could try to shout to the sky
I could spend my tongue asking why
but way down here it's so cold
and the sorrow is mounting high
I could whisper and it sound so loud
I can cry and never be found
but all around me is terribly cold
and I still won't kneel on the ground

There's too much talking
and too much deceit
and somebody's calling
for my defeat
but I am still standing
not on my knees
for the ground is cold
and you don't....hear me
no, no, no...you don't hear me
oh, no
When everyone is talking
with tongues of deceit
and someone's still calling
for my defeat
I am still standing
and not on my knees
for the ground is cold
but I want to know.... you hear me

by Elizabeth Azpurua

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Pale Wolf

"Wolf looks like a Sheep"

You might look like a sheep
but inside is something
of a predatory sort
A wolf, to ravish me
all done in sport
and while I'm asleep
you will stroke my hair,
and wait for my waking
You, wolf, take care
in primal undertaking
My body is not your game
but your reward

9/13/12

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"Pale"

I often dream of pale hands
and dark masks
while wrestling my sheets
for they seem to pin me to
my bed
Like a spider's web I am
trapped
forever bound in this reality
and unable to awake in
the realm of dreams
where pale hands
undo me

9/12/12

By Elizabeth Azpurua



Thursday, September 6, 2012

Weeds Grow Underfoot

"Grow"

have I fallen down?
and drug beneath the earth, my soul is crawling
crawling towards you
and the rubble settles
and on me, thick, layered dust; I'm doomed
but still, I crawl towards you
and I dig my way out, and up and out
and greeting me
is sun
and the light is all and all I know is
you're the one
I'd fallen down
and learned beneath the earth, my soul is yearning
yearning only for you
and when this settles
the dust on me, thick, and heavy; I was doomed
until I learned to crawl to you
and I dug my way out, and up and out
and greeting me
is sun
and the light is all and all I know is
you're the one
you're the one
to help me.......grow

9/6/12

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"Weeds"

and thou art like a high walled garden
  where inside the weeds have grown
and I am like the bird that visits
  unable to tend, or mend, or sow
and when the rains come I must seek shelter
  and when the snow falls I must be warm
but when your flowers bloom I am here
and when your flowers die I am here
  and what they call weeds, I call home

9/5/12

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"Underfoot"

in tiny threads, stories were hidden
and then placed under the bed
in a rug
and those tiny threads lay unbidden
screaming truth for your head
in your dreams
and woven like cathedrals
in the carpet
was the truth you refused to think
and underfoot you left it
and it surfaced in your dreams
in tiny threads, it lay seeking
and under your bed
the truth
and those tiny threads speaking
screaming truth for your head
to prove
and woven like cathedrals
in the carpet
was the reason you won't think
and underfoot you left them
until they battled in your dreams

9/6/12


Saturday, September 1, 2012

Under Hazel Water

"Electric Under Skin"

I want your hands on me
like paint on a brush
I want your hands on me
like stars on the velvet sky
I want your hands on me now, tonight
I want your lips on me
like waves on the sea
and finally, finally
make me feel alive, tonight
and when I feel
the electric under skin
I want to feel you settled in
I want your hands on me
like paint on a brush
I want your hands on me
like stars on the velvet sky
I want your hands on me now, tonight
I want your skin on me
like leaves upon a tree
and finally, finally
making me feel alive, tonight
and when I feel
the electric under skin
I want to feel you settled in

9/1/12

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"Dirty Water"

dilute me with dirty water
pour it on me and run away all of my colors
and change my name now
and cut my hair off
and clothe me in grey
and steal my voice and my song
and erase all I've done wrong
dilute me with dirty water
and I'm gone
erase me and all my brighter colors
and peel me off myself
and leave me out to disappear
into the brown earth
and steal my voice and my song
and erase all I've done wrong
dilute me with dirty water
and I'm gone
and watch my colors run down the road
in rivulets of what you used to behold
I am melting into the earth
dilute me with dirty water
and I'm gone

8/22/12

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"Your Hazel Eyes"

chartreuse
almost, like olive
and moss, and earth
and subtle, yet vivid
like peridot
is it hazel?
I don't know the color
to label
it is too profound
and changes like
fern and leaf
and by and by I see
a color I like most
to describe
because no description ever
shall suffice

9/1/12

all by Elizabeth Azpurua