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