Wednesday, December 23, 2015

A reminder....

A little reminder, if you want more
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It'll have updates, photos and things
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Just a reminder I thought you should know

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Elizabeth Azpurua

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

Tu Me Manques

Upon a hill and beneath a tree
Your sword in hand and hair blown free
You're smiling face and sea blue eyes
Are a waiting home but I'm paralyzed
The hill is too far; the tree is gone
The place beneath the sky there is wrong
I am trapped in memories dressed as dreams
Why do nightmares dress in yesterday's seams?
Where is the hill and the old oak tree?
Where does your sword rest alone waiting?
You're smiling face and sea blue eyes
Are nowhere near and I'm paralyzed
The hill is lost and the tree is gone
You're missing from me and I'm alone
Tu me manques but still appear in dreams
Why do nightmares dress in yesterday's seams?
You're missing from me with your eyes like sea
Tu me manques mon amour, do you miss me?
I'm paralyzed and waiting...
...but this is all a dream

Elizabeth Azpurua



Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Pterodactyl

She's pretty, yes it's true
Her golden hair and sunkissed skin are now your muse
She's got those blue eyes
Like Caribbean seas
She's pretty, with ruby lips
I bet with her smile she could launch 1000 ships
I don't have blue eyes
To taunt or tease
I have dark eyes
My skin pale amidst the trees


I can't launch ships across the water
I won't make your blood run hotter
I'm not the damsel that you wanted or a princess in a castle
I'm the dragon in the turret like some ancient pterodactyl


She's pretty, yes it's true
This golden haired princess has become your muse
Beneath her blue eyes
You find your soul
She's pretty, voice so melodic
Unlike mine which chokes off words that are chaotic
I don't have blue eyes
To beg you please
I'll stare with dark eyes
From the branches of my trees


I can't launch ships across the water
I won't make your blood run hotter
I'm not the damsel that you wanted or a princess in a castle
I'm the dragon in the turret like some ancient pterodactyl
And I'll scare you away


Elizabeth Azpurua 12/7/15

Thursday, October 29, 2015

My Thunderstorm

You were caught inside my thunderstorm 
Twisted, nearly broke your arm 
Hail was breaking all your armor down 
Lightning emblazoned on me like a crown
You said I terrified you like a demon
As if I was the goddess of a pagan heathen
I told you dance
Dance in the rain
You said you felt the iron of my hellish gaze
I told you run
Then run away
You said my lightning had left you blind in a daze
You were caught inside my thunderstorm
Battered, you couldn't perform
Thunder shattered all your walls down
I was wreathed by a lightning crown
You called me evil- I'm a demon
I said you followed no such religion
I told you dance
Dance in the rain
You said you couldn't bear the sting of my thunderous ways
I told you run
Just run away
You said I was lightning and haunted all your days
So just run
Run away
My thunderstorm is building power in a craze
And I will dance
Dance in my rain
My lightning crown upon my head I will raise
Trapped inside my thunderstorm
Twisted, shattered, in my final form


by: Elizabeth Azpurua

Thursday, August 27, 2015

You're My Doll and My Diamond

Temptress, you go by, passing by me
Swirling like a ghost, like a dream I've been fighting
Clouds are in your hair and a tower over there
Was erected for the show to see you dancing, fair

You're my doll and my diamond; my descent into hell
My devil at the back door; you're my wishing well
Sultry like the starlight for wishers who've been blessed
I have spilled my sins before you all of them confessed

Writhing in the lamp lights and the ghosts all know your name
Tell them to keep quiet for the secrets are our game
My thoughts are all a mess
My effervescent holiness 
Your hair is in the clouds and I'm swirling 'round

Temptress, you go by, leading my eye, you see
Swirling like a ghost, a daydream I've been seeking
Clouds are in your hair and that tower over there
Startles all the sky, have a care, so sweet, so fair

You're my doll and my diamond; my descent into hell
My devil at the front door; you're my wishing well
Sultry like the moonlight for lovers who've caressed
I have spilled my sins before you all of them confessed

Singing to the street lights and the ghosts all know your name
I hope they keep quiet, keep this secret our little game
My thoughts are all a mess
My effervescent holiness
Your hair is in the clouds and I'm swirling 'round
Bubbling over, bursting, higher, higher

You're my doll and my diamond; my descent into hell
My devil in the darkness; you're my wishing well
Sweetest, kissed by starlight; my soul has been possessed 
I have left my sins before you all of them confessed
Beneath your starlit eyes I have been undressed

By: Elizabeth Azpurua

Monday, August 10, 2015

Poisoning Walls Defeat Ice

"Walls of Ice"

Icicles have walled up my heart
Haven't heard your voice in a long while
Once I would have missed the sound
Perhaps my ears have iced over, too
Echoes linger of you in every part
Yearning for you stopped after a while
Once I would have felt so bound
Until I broke free and let go of you
Finally, I walked away but the coldness spread
All of my insides are frozen over
Like I made walls of ice to keep out the sun
Like I made walls of ice to keep out the love
Once I would have fought the apathy
Not now, oh no, I let it wash over me
You don't get to burn me with your love
Or erase my need with all your wants
Until I broke free, I never knew how bound I was
Rescued by reason and my walls have grown
Frozen high, icy towers in my soul
All of my insides are iced over
Couldn't let you burn me anymore
Everything ...is going numb

8/3/15

Elizabeth Azpurua

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"Poisoning Defeat"

My too wild heart, my ribs have caged
My soul so long in want has aged
My lifeless eyes are shunned by you
No longer will my body do
You want a viper
You want a thief
You want a devil who offers relief
You want a demon
You want a piece
Of the pie with poison release
My too wild heart, my ribs have caged
My heart so long a war has waged
My parched lips can't utter what you need
From you I beg a word, I plead
But you want a viper
You want a thief
Your mistress offers your relief
She'll be your devil
Her tongue so sweet
Yet her poisoning is your defeat


7/26/15

Elizabeth Azpurua

Friday, July 31, 2015

Blinding Sunrise

Risen sun
shut down
shotgun
and done

Barrel deep
blood orange

If I had an ounce of recollection
I'd recall the words
The insurrection
and the hurts
I know in blood that name had fallen
Left there you remained forgotten
and all this time ignored but now?
Blinding sunrise baring down

Risen sun
shut down
shotgun
and done

Barrel deep
blood orange

If I had an ounce of sympathy
I'd recall the moments
Passing strangely
in fragments
I know the name in agony fell
So once a bitter sound to tell
and all this time ignored but now?
Blinding sunrise baring down

By: Elizabeth Azpurua

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Louder Is The Ache

My soul, for you is aching
Crush my bones into powder
I've been let down
Sorrow is singing louder
Drown out the sound


Barest moments of speech
In the increments of thought
This hallowed ground
Your wounded heart I sought
But still I never found


Louder is the sadness
Louder is the ache
Louder breaks my heart now
Such a wounded state
Crush my bones into powder
I've been let down
My wounded hearts sings louder
Bitterness now found
I've been let down
I've been let down


By Elizabeth Azpurua

Sunday, July 5, 2015

Bright Edged Sword

Told that the devil has you in his grasp
That a demon holds you near
Told that a waiting storm to judge you soon
Is what you ought to fear
Told to be better
Told to be right
Told to straighten up
Let go of your pride
Told to be silent
Told to be still
Told to tone it down
You say you never will

Battle on with a bright edged sword
Like a butterfly in June
Don't let them cut your wings
Don't let them steal your right
Shine like the sun, like the moon
Battle on with a bright edged sword
All the colors running free
Don't let them paint you grey
Don't let them shut you down
You were meant to be happy

Oh, I bet they told you, told you, told you
Told that the devil has you in his grasp
That a demon holds you near
Told that a waiting storm to judge you soon
Is what you ought to fear
Told to be better
Told to be right
Told to straighten up
Let go of your pride
Told to be silent
Told to be still
Told to tone it down
You say you never will

I've been there out on the edge
I've been laced with rage
I've been afraid, sorrowing and faint
And I've turned another page

Battle on with a bright edged sword
Like a butterfly in June
Don't let them cut your wings
Don't let them steal your right
Shine like the sun, like the moon
Battle on with a bright edged sword
All the colors running free
Don't let them paint you grey
Don't let them shut you down
You were meant to be happy




Elizabeth Azpurua

Monday, June 22, 2015

Loneliness

My friend looks like loneliness
She has a dress but it's all a mess
It looks like blankets
My friend she sticks around
She often clings to me laying down
She will not leave here

My friend is like my shadow
She's following or leading where I go
She likes to linger
She has her hair in knots and tangles
Sometimes it's me she truly strangles
She's a disaster
My friend she looks like loneliness
She leaves my life such a bloody mess
She's pulling me from the door
She's locking me in
She won't let me out
Some days she whispers others she shouts
She's like a dark cloud inside my head
Sometimes she whispers...better off...
Silence! The noise she makes is so loud
She stays although I say she's not allowed
She's rolling over my bed, she's pulling off my shoes
She's tangled in my hair, she's always on the loose
She's a disaster, a sickly thing
Stuck to the walls, the door, the ceiling
Everywhere I look and everywhere there's me
A shadow she is looming, covering everything
My friend she looks like loneliness
She has a dress but it's all a mess
It looks like blankets
She's in the blankets and she's holding me down
She's holding me down
She's holding me down




Elizabeth Azpurua

Saturday, June 6, 2015

Great Wretched Hall

I can't speak beyond this cavern in my head
That's spewing out monsters that wish me dead
I am feeding the errors so they'll make me a wall
To grow over my memories like a great wretched hall
There's a battalion of hellions stampeding along
Marching through my thoughts in the throng
Shouting obscenities into the empty and echoing
Somebody drown them out I cannot think a thing


Silence them all
Shut them down
Build the wall higher all around
Drown them out
End their sound
Standing in this great wretched hall


I am wrong and I am bruised
My mind has become confused
Let's all say I have been abused
By all these monsters I've loosed


I can shout inside this cavern in my head
All these shadows are filling me with dread
I am watching all my errors construct my wall
Growing over all my memories like a great wretched hall
I hear the battalion of hellions marching along
Cascading their emotions on and on and on
Shouting obscenities into the empty and echoing
Somebody drown them out I cannot think a thing


Silence them all
Shut them down
Build the wall higher all around
Drown them out
End their sound
Standing in this great wretched hall


I am wrong and I am bruised
My mind has become confused
Let's all say I have been abused
By all these monsters I've loosed


Echoing and thunderous
Inside this gaping hole so cavernous
Wretched still and I am shutting down
Somebody come and drown out their sound
Stand a top all my errors piled on top this wall
And silence all the noise of this great wretched hall
Silence all the noise of this great wretched hall
Silence all the noise
Silence them all


By: Elizabeth Azpurua

Thursday, April 30, 2015

Since tomorrow is Beltane

In celebration of Beltane, "Season of Poetry" is FREE for download...

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00UCNHFXA

Enjoy!

Elizabeth Azpurua

Monday, April 27, 2015

Insane Flame House on the Shore

"Insane House"

picking at the scabs, pulling out my hair
scraping on the walls, but nobody's there
digging in the floors, slamming doors
running up and down the floors
racing to my bed against thoughts in my head
scattered on the floor, nothing more
falling all a part in dark macabre art
suddenly insanity is real
plucking at my eyes, pulling at my hair
scratching on the walls for a mural there
pull a part the floors, slamming doors
running up and down all those floors
racing to my bed against monsters in my head
screaming at the door, nothing more
fall all a part in a dark macabre art
suddenly insanity is reality
is taking me
down
down all the floors
through all the doors
where is the solace anymore?
I hear the roar
Monsters in my head are crying for my death
picking at the scabs, pulled out all my hair
scratched up all the walls without any care
tore a part the floors, locked all the doors
ran too many times up and down the floors
raced straight to my bed against monsters in my head
scarred inside my soul, nothing more
fall all a part in a dark macabre art
suddenly insanity is all of me
all that's left of me
now

4/27/15


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"Stagnant or Calm?"

there are funny moments where i notice
you still me
my raucous spirit settles
the waves all cease
is this a type of death
or birth in me?
is it like stagnant water
or a calm sea?
you come around and stand there
you still me
and i wonder what it means

4/15/15


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"Flame on the Shore"

She said I've been feeling like a flame
on the shore
Destined to be washed away
but meant for something more

I said fires shouldn't be near the sea
Fires shouldn't be where they're not meant to be

1/30/15

Elizabeth Azpurua

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Building Wall

"Building"

Rip out my hair
pluck out these eyes
pull off my lips
in one loud sigh
tear out my heart
and break me apart
silence the feeling
building

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"Building Wall"

A building wall
a building dam
a space stacked high by worn out hands
I cannot be
the one behind
but stand upon and stare out wide
Oh, who shall know if I shall jump?
I shall build but shall I want?
I wish the wall to tumble down
yet wish it hold it all up now
Oh, building wall
a building dam
a space stacked by my worn out hands
I cannot be
the one behind
I'll stand upon with arms out wide
and if the wall shall tumble down
I'll stay within the ruins now

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"Wall"

Beyond the stones are things I do not know
A future that itself won't be made shown
I hear the whispers behind the stones
They prophecy of all that might be known
Beyond the stones of the wall so high
A future lays that I may realize
I hear the whispers often turn to cries
Wanting me to start the climb
Reaching up and taking hold
The wall is blocking all foretold
Beyond the stones are things I do not know
A future that itself won't be made shown
I wish to see beyond the wall someday
To stifle the cries beyond the stones

By: Elizabeth Azpurua




Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Singing The Wrong Moon Song

Sitting here alone on the floor beside my bed
My thoughts are claiming victims in my head
All about the stillness inside this room
Is illuminated by the moon

I said to my lover I will be returning soon
I lied again beneath the winter moon
I said to my lover I will be singing our tune
But I sang a different song under the moon
It goes like: “I’m a sightless sorter
With a profound disorder
Everything without order
I am holding at the border
All the things like a hoarder
Buried deep in the mortar”

Sitting here by my bedside table on the floor
I have oft been called words that rhyme with door
All about the stillness inside of this little room
Is illuminating all the lies under my moon

I promised my lover I would be returning soon
I deceived again underneath the winter moon
I said to my lover I will always sing our tune
But I sang a different song under the moon
It sounds like: “I’m a sightless sorter
With a profound disorder
Everything without order
I am holding at the border
All the things like a hoarder
Buried deep in the mortar
All my victims piled up high
Like a macabre wall to the sky
I just like leaving them to die
Let ‘em all hang out to dry
They ask why; I don’t know why
I just like to hear them cry”

My room is lonely and it’s silent
Some say I should just repent
If I did I’d feel I’m sorry
But, I know that I’m not sorry

I promised my lover I would be returning soon
I deceived again underneath the winter moon
I said to my lover I will always sing our tune
But I sang a different song under the moon
It sounds like: “I’m a sightless sorter
With a profound disorder
Everything without order
I am holding at the border
All the things like a hoarder
Buried deep in the mortar
All my victims piled up high
Like a macabre wall to the sky
I just like leaving them to die
Let ‘em all hang out to dry
They ask why; I don’t know why
I just like to hear them cry”

Sitting by the window on this floor
The moon is calling me a whore
I may not know what I did it for
I just know I’ve done this before

Promising lovers I’d come home soon
Leave them alone beneath their moon
I promise them I’ll sing their tune
Just so I can sing beneath another moon
Singing songs like “I’m a sightless sorter
With a profound disorder
Everything without order
I am holding at the border
All the things like a hoarder
Buried deep in the mortar
All my victims piled up high
Like a macabre wall to the sky
I just like leaving them to die
Let ‘em all hang out to dry
They ask why; I don’t know why
I just like to hear them cry
I’m a sightless sorter
With a profound disorder
I like walls made of torture
I hold them at the border
Pile them high like a hoarder
Buried deep in the mortar
All my victims way up high
Like a macabre wall to the sky
I sit to watch them die
Beneath a moonlit sky
I can’t tell you why

I just like to hear them cry”

by: Elizabeth Azpurua

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Silenced Deep Down

"Deep Down"

One of these days
I’m going to explode
I don’t want to be here
When I battle against them
All of their chains upon me
All of their walls around me
They want to shun me now
Stuff me into a hole deep down
All of the illusionists there
They don’t happen to care
Where they spin their tales
Pervasive; hearts have failed
One of these days
I’m going to erupt
I don’t want to be here
When I wage war against them
All of their ropes upon me
And their fortress around me
They want to shut me out
Stuff me into a hole deep down
Saying I am an ailment in their side
Like a poison dart I’m opening wide
All of their false and wrong insides
Tell me why must we all hide?
Let it all out – I’m erupting
Time to call out this farce
Here I go now – exploding
Level them out; it’s sparse
Nothing left now that’s false
Bury ‘em down…
Or they will stuff me in hole deep down


1/9/15 

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“Silenced Songbird”

Am I diseased or crazy?
Perhaps I’m mad and touched
They never want to hear me
Tell me stand there and hush
They want to marvel at my beauty
But I mustn’t make a sound
When did it happen that the songbird
Cannot sing aloud?
Struck with envy
Struck with greed
They are yanking feathers off of me
And they want me – never freed
To be silent
Am I diseased or crazy?
Perhaps I’m a fool for all of them
They never want to hear me
They want me beautifully broken
I should like to sing so loud their ears bleed
They are sick with envy corrupted by greed
Plucking my feathers one by one
I am through with silence
I am done

1/14/15

By: Elizabeth Azpurua

Monday, January 5, 2015

Discarded

Battling loneliness like a ghost
With a scepter of cobwebs
Wishing for all I wanted most
But never to have it
I was discarded 
Swallow me up into silence 
Burn out my eyes
With those goodbyes 
Saturate my irrelevance 
Stifle my cries
With silent lies 
All of me lives within silence 
Discarded 

By: Elizabeth Azpurua 

10/13/14

Sunday, January 4, 2015

My Own Song

Maybe I’m an error
a polluted sea
A broken mirror
or an arbitrary thing
Am I your reflection?
You see contempt in me
Something that you’ll question
just to prove to me
That I’m one foot out the door into the wrong
That I’m down a road toward Old Babylon
Saying I’m still singing Satan’s song
I’ll play along, I’ll play along

Maybe I’m off center
I can’t stand up straight
Wouldn’t life be fairer
if I remained in a pure state?
Am I your reflection?
You don’t like seeing me
You hold an accusation
just to prove to me
That I’m one foot out the door into the wrong
That I’m down a road toward Old Babylon
Saying I’m still singing Satan’s song
I’ll play along, I’ll play along

I’m a mismatch puzzle
or a broken door
A crooked picture
and a metaphor
I’m off kilter and silently bewitched
Unraveling from everything you stitched
Like a tapestry refusing to remain
What you made it
You can’t hang it

Maybe I have errors
My threads are colorful
All of my accusers
Aren’t very thoughtful
Am I your reflection?
No? Yet you won’t see
Beyond your accusation
Of what I’m still to be
I am not one foot out a door leading to wrong
Nor on any road named “Old Babylon”
The only song I sing is my own song
All I’ve wanted is to be me all along

By: Elizabeth Azpurua

1/4/15