Sunday, December 30, 2012

Embers and Ashes

You burnt the church
I burnt the bridge
You burnt the house
out on the ridge
I burnt the meadow
and burnt the boat
but I can't let go
of the taste in my throat
of the ashes in the air
and the smoke all around
and the soot in my hair
and the embers on the ground
I walked away from it all that day
as it went up in flames
and blew away
Yet I keep glancing at the embers
and how they glow
but who remembers?
I keep the ashes in my pockets
like an anchor to the past
and I wish this wouldn't last
but I can't move on
You burnt the church down
I burnt the bridge
You set fire to the house
out on our ridge
So, I burnt the meadow
and burnt the boat
When will I let go?
Maybe I won't
Remembering ashes in the air
and smoke all around
and the soot in my hair
and embers on the ground
as I walked away that day
my world up in flames
nothing left to say
nothing left to say
When will I look at the glowing embers of the past
without any ashes holding me there steadfast?
I wish I could toss them out far into the sea
but I burnt the boat that used to be
the vessel for my relief
You burnt the church
and I burnt the bridge
There's no more house
out on that ridge
Ashes for a meadow
Ashes for a boat
Nothing left that I know
and no antidote
Ashes through the air
and memories in flames
and soot in my hair
embers were names
but the ash in my pockets I hold too tight
remembering before now, before the fight
When will I look at the glowing embers of the past
without these ashes holding me there steadfast?
I would toss them out far into the sea
but for some reason I keep them here with me

by: E.A.

Saturday, December 29, 2012

Antrim Coast

All the things that I loved most
I found along the Antrim Coast
where cloudy skies met crashing seas
and tangled my locks inside the breeze
The foggy morns met rainy days
where sheep along a cliff did graze
and all about along the coast
was history that I loved most
with tales of Giants from long ago
told often by those who know
this place of mystery does host
the magic of lore along the coast
and Irish skies meet the stormy sea
to strike a chord deep down in me
with all the things that I love most
along the rocks of the Antrim Coast

by: Elizabeth Azpurua

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Fondest Dream

last night in dream i dreamt of birds
an albatross and friends
where with large wings they flew me high
over these mountains
and i thought it passing strange to me
to dream of birds here meant for the sea
and then recalled my fondest dream
to have the waves right next to me
for if I was a bird with wings
I'd fly from my mountains
and go in search of distant shores
and gather up my friends
and though be it passing strange to see
a flock of birds here meant for the sea
the truth be told my fondest dream
is to have the waves right next to me

Friday, December 21, 2012

Hold One and All

The moment may never be
and we will try to raise up our hands
and shake off the chains that bind us down
into these forbidding lands
While people will mock and point and laugh and children will all go cold
as we as foolish as we can be argue over what we have been told
May we gather our young and gather our new
gather our old and gather our few
May we hold one and all and hold all near
and keep one another close with no fear
The moment may never be
that the world will shut her eyes forever
so we shake off the chains that hold us captive
and learn to be wise and learn to be clever
While those who mock and point and laugh will one day wither away
let's not be foolish and blind and walk far from the better way
May we gather our young and gather our new
gather our old and gather our few
May we hold one and all and hold all near
and keep one another close with no fear

Thursday, December 20, 2012

The Day

Harold in the day that the day doesn't end
and the day that the world didn't stop
and bring about the day that we don't pretend
that we are all dying just to rot
Wake up that morning and tell them all the truth
no pretense, no softening of words
and let them know where you stand and where you go
you're not a sheep in their herds
Harold in the day that the day does begin
and the day where you love for real
and recognize the love of a friend
and learn again how you should feel
my tongue is at war with my ears
and my soul is waging battle with my heart
my mind is sinking slowly inside of my fears
and my body is yearning for some art
but though it be weary I keep going on
and waiting for the day when the day seems long
where the people don't follow like sheep to a cliff
and hope isn't just four letters and a 'what if'
Harold in the day that my day does begin
and the day that the world is brand new
and bring me a friend who doesn't pretend
like somebody else I once knew
my tongue is still at war with my ears
my soul still waging a battle with my heart
and slowly my mind is sinking inside of fears
yet my body is needing a new start
at life

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

December 12, 2012

"Twelve Stones"

Twelves roses in a vase and they all died and fell in crumpled remains
and upon the road I found twelve stones and gave them names
I filled the empty vase and set it out to remember what life is about
but stones don't smell like roses
Twelve days and I waited in silence once and felt the weight in me
and cried out twelve nights for peace to finally settle inside, please
but the weight of the pain was like stones in my soul and my soul
wasn't meant for stones at all
Twelve months and I knew it was coming to an end and it hurt
when I realized twelve months passed I tossed the stones in dirt
I threw the vase out and let it shatter like my heavy soul for
I don't want stones anymore

12/12/12

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"December"

It's blown in again, this colder wind
that settles in my bones and then
I just need a friend
The snow blows by in a grey sky
and there are times that I cry
for Spring at night
December is closer than November was
Yet December is just full of Santa Claus
and what I want are tulips and daffodils
not winter skies or snow capped hills
It's settled down again, this cold air
and it blows around inside my hair
with a chilly flare
The lights and trees all glow these days
with packages of bows and plays
and Jesus' name being praised
December is closer than November was
But I am already tired of Santa Claus
when what I want are Spring rains and budding trees
not waiting through the Winter wearing fleece

12/12/12

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"World Can't End"

The light in your eyes I cannot see
Nor feel your arms wrapped 'round me
Nor find you wrapped beneath my tree
Nor sleep at night with you by me
For miles apart and days and years
And with the mounting of fears
After having shed many tears
Are all of these alarming fears
That I will not see you again or
Hold you close needing more
Nor see you smiling at my door
While knowing I need you more
Because they say the world will end
Yet I hope that they pretend
It cannot end without you my friend
Please tell me they pretend
I wish your smile I could see
And feel your arms wrapped 'round me
The world can't end until this can be
It cannot end without you with me

12/12/12


Saturday, December 1, 2012

Winter is Coming

"Winter"

Candles and lights and trees abound
and red ribbons tied 'round the street
with each little flake I am feeling
angels are falling on me
and they're whispering songs
as the greet me from heaven
and wrap me in arms of ice
Mistletoe clinging to branches up high
leaves me trying to reach toward the sky
I have faltered on ice and snow in the woods
while on the way to you
but Winter can't stop the warmth in my heart
whenever I think about you 

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"Coming"

It's coming.....20 days left they say
It's coming.....and the world will be done that day
So they say
So they say
But I am dreaming of touching your face
and hearing your laugh
and sharing your space
I am dreaming of being held by you
so the world is not ending, no, this isn't true
It's coming.....20 days left they say
It's coming.....and the world ends on that day
But they say
and they say
the craziest things
For nothing will stop all my dreams
I am dreaming of touching your face
and hearing your laugh
and sharing your space
I am dreaming of being held by you
The world will not end until this is true

12/1/12