Saturday, January 26, 2013

Serpent Heart

Your serpent heart in coils and scales
is ravishing these wishing wells
and I am waiting on the roses to sing
Your fishy words and spectre movements
like a serpent in the currents
I am waiting on the waves to bring
my body to the shore
to the islands seeking more
to the moment where my feet sink into dirt
but by and by the waves roll high
and crash me on and on and I
am tossed to and fro while getting hurt
Your serpent heart in coils and scales
seeks me out, no protective whales
come to save me from your leering ways
Your forked tongue and evil wiles
lead me down depths for miles
I am waiting for a bubble to bring
my body to the shore
to the islands seeking more
where roses bloom when my feet sink into dirt
where by and by the clouds roll high
and sunlight comes with love and I
am no longer tossed about getting hurt

by: Elizabeth Azpurua


Thursday, January 24, 2013

Chess by the Sea

Lately I have been unkind and wasted
Wanting what my hands cannot hold to
Your vessel is adrift and I am cloaked here
hiding my face and not turned towards you
The howling winds of southern skies are calling out my name
the whispers in the whimpering lies are taunting in their game
Your vessel is sinking and I am playing chess
with the shells on the shore in a mess
Lately I have lost my mind and waited
For the time when my hopes all came true
Your vessel sinks below the waves before me
and here I am and what else shall I do?
The howling winds of southern skies are singing my shame
they whisper with wicked lies inside their taunting game
I am losing all my ways while wasting my time
with shells on the shore in such a crime
Lately I have been a sorry sight ill fated
Wanting what my hands cannot hold to
Your vessel is gone below the sea waves
while I had stood hiding my face from view
The howling winds of southern skies have given me a name
the whispers in the whimpering lies is that my name is Shame
Your vessel sunk while I made a game with a mess
of shells and called them my pawns like chess
thinking I could somehow love you less
to love you less...........
Lately I have lost my mind and waited
For the time when my hopes all came true
But as the night fell upon me and turned this to darkness
I looked upon the waves, but where were you?
The howling winds of southern skies don't call my name
for they've silenced in their wicked lies, it's all the same
I lost my way and lost my time and lost you, too
while I played a game as fools often do
Thinking all my moments were like a game of chess
just to let you sink to somehow love you less

by Elizabeth Azpurua

Saturday, January 5, 2013

Angry Back and Forth

"Pendulum"

Pendulum you compared to
my back and forth
my fighting towards you
the angered fits
the quiet rage
the seeking you
the empty page
Pendulum this be true
my bi-polar self
my longing for you
the yearning tides
the grateful me
the happy days
and the empty
Be that I may be
this back and forth
comes again
and for what it's worth
I feel as though
I fight myself
because I know........
and then I don't

1/5/13

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"Anger"

it perches in your soul
if you feed it and give it wings
and it makes a nest and sings
but its song leaves a hole

1/4/13




Friday, January 4, 2013

No Blank Pages Allowed

I hate staring at a page that won't fill
with words that capture the
enormity of the emotions I
feel are too complex to put
into a space on paper

you really cannot begin to fathom
where my thinking starts and
stomps about in the cages of
my weary mind leaving
footprints smeared in thoughts

I find making sense a chore
and rather tell you of giant shells
and whales and a tree that sings
than tell you my aching heart
has lost words to put into
poetry

I would rather write of paper planes
and angels making bubble gum gems
and circus tents lit up
in winter gloom
than tell you my mind has failed
to convey this emotion that
overruns my stormy heart

I hate staring at a blank page
so I toss words onto it
and sometimes they fall into
rhymes for you
and sometimes they just stare back
telling me my words fail
and I am forced to admit
there are no words
that convey what
this is


Thursday, January 3, 2013

Foreign

It seems that when I settled down to sleep, I would awake yet in a dream
for the faces I knew belong to foreign hearts and the contact I have is sparse
The ones who used to hold my hands now wave strange flags up high
with banners proclaiming foreign names saluting a foreign sky
The smiles are different, the laughter is fake, the tales are told not quite the same
and of me none remember, nor mention the truth that I am, now I am just a name
There's parades of fools marching with those who I loved in the streets
acting like clowns in bushels of idiocy wearing caped costumes of sheets
Where is the wisdom, the love and the empathy now blending into the crowd?
Where once there were hands to guide me along, now my hands aren't allowed
It seems that my sleeping has changed all my life when waking inside this hell
where the ones I once knew have foreign hearts and smiles and can't tell
who I am from the scenery and who I was from their lies