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
Showing posts with label butterflies. Show all posts
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Sunday, July 5, 2015
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
From: "Elegy of Metaphors"
like fire lights inside chasms of burnt orange
melodic, transcending; sunrise in a whirlwind
escape; freethinking with a notion of cynicism and fault
take it back, cardinal, and give a new face to the ashes
here
volcanic and incredible
wishing on sunlit skies, jetted by, and passing strange
this masquerade of ours
erupting into a molten mess of monarch butterflies
tinged in burnt orange and black
fly away and take wing into the sea of setting suns
volcanic was the ending
and from that, the island sprung
From: "Elegy of Metaphors"
the ebook of poetry by Elizabeth Azpurua
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Armored Butterfly
You stumbled upon me on a leaf
I was alone; you offered relief
I, a strange caterpillar, in a world of green
Amidst all the others who seemed so mean
So we danced among flowers all day
Alive and free, you taught me to play
But it all ended so soon -
When you left, I became a cocoon
And I felt swallowed by darkness
Utterly consumed by that madness
Wondering why you left me to die
Trapped inside hell wondering why
I fought and I fell and I gave in
Deciding that the cocoon would win
When suddenly I felt such a strength
Inside my veins, through all my length
I felt alive and much stronger
I would not be captive any longer
I burst forth with wings of iron and steel
With such power inside that made me heal
Your leaving did not cause me to die
Because I became an armored butterfly
9/9/13
Poem by Elizabeth Azpurua
Inspired by Alex Bach
I was alone; you offered relief
I, a strange caterpillar, in a world of green
Amidst all the others who seemed so mean
So we danced among flowers all day
Alive and free, you taught me to play
But it all ended so soon -
When you left, I became a cocoon
And I felt swallowed by darkness
Utterly consumed by that madness
Wondering why you left me to die
Trapped inside hell wondering why
I fought and I fell and I gave in
Deciding that the cocoon would win
When suddenly I felt such a strength
Inside my veins, through all my length
I felt alive and much stronger
I would not be captive any longer
I burst forth with wings of iron and steel
With such power inside that made me heal
Your leaving did not cause me to die
Because I became an armored butterfly
9/9/13
Poem by Elizabeth Azpurua
Inspired by Alex Bach
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Gentle Grace
Your gentle grace
like falling snow
lights your face
for all to show
Upon your brow
and kissed by God
you move me now
and I applaud
Such majesty beneath your feet
Such beauty in your subtle hands
The butterflies cannot compete
Who among us understands?
Your gentle grace
like lace and bows
a feather space
where music flows
Upon your lips
touched by God
in melodic dips
an angel's facade
Such beauty in the way you glow
like fireflies dancing bright
I wish to the world I could show
What a marvelous sight
you are to behold
like falling snow
lights your face
for all to show
Upon your brow
and kissed by God
you move me now
and I applaud
Such majesty beneath your feet
Such beauty in your subtle hands
The butterflies cannot compete
Who among us understands?
Your gentle grace
like lace and bows
a feather space
where music flows
Upon your lips
touched by God
in melodic dips
an angel's facade
Such beauty in the way you glow
like fireflies dancing bright
I wish to the world I could show
What a marvelous sight
you are to behold
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Platinum Butterfly Again
"Like a Butterfly"
Raise your voice if it breaks
if it fails to utter the words the way you wished
Don't let their hands cover you now
You are like a butterfly that flies through
the meadow to show
that though there be one thousand bees
buzzing to and fro
you will be the one with gentle wings
silently to come and go
Raise your voice if it breaks
if it fails to be given chance the way you wanted
Don't let their arms hold you down
You are like a butterfly that settles on a flower
in a meadow just to show
that though there be one thousand bees
buzzing to and fro
you will be the one with gentle wings
who's beauty softly comes to bestow
3/26/13
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"Platinum"
They're all fools in playful clothes
like clowns dressed for a show
In button ups and brighter shades
and some shall wear a bow
She's made of plastic and he's made of paper
Yet you call them like your own
While you're made of platinum, but you don't see it
Shame...look what they've done
They're all drones in line of color
like puppets being played for a crowd
In button ups and brighter shades
and painted faces vivid and loud
She's made of plaster and he's made of pinstripes
Yet you call them like your own
While you're made of platinum, but you don't see it
Shame...look what they've done
They parade about on strings in bright colored things
in a show made for a crowd screaming loud
they dance like fools and clowns button up and bright
with swirls and colored hair and polka dots and stripes
And there you are all platinum, precious; you shine
Like a beacon sticking out at the end of the line
You have no strings but mimic them
Such a damned shame
For fools like them to take your rarity
Where shall I place this blame?
3/16/13
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"Alive Again"
Your radiance, your alabaster
skin
you're contagious
with laughter that trickles in
my whispering soul
hiding out inside carrion
you laugh and like the
spring
I come alive again
3/23/13
Raise your voice if it breaks
if it fails to utter the words the way you wished
Don't let their hands cover you now
You are like a butterfly that flies through
the meadow to show
that though there be one thousand bees
buzzing to and fro
you will be the one with gentle wings
silently to come and go
Raise your voice if it breaks
if it fails to be given chance the way you wanted
Don't let their arms hold you down
You are like a butterfly that settles on a flower
in a meadow just to show
that though there be one thousand bees
buzzing to and fro
you will be the one with gentle wings
who's beauty softly comes to bestow
3/26/13
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
"Platinum"
They're all fools in playful clothes
like clowns dressed for a show
In button ups and brighter shades
and some shall wear a bow
She's made of plastic and he's made of paper
Yet you call them like your own
While you're made of platinum, but you don't see it
Shame...look what they've done
They're all drones in line of color
like puppets being played for a crowd
In button ups and brighter shades
and painted faces vivid and loud
She's made of plaster and he's made of pinstripes
Yet you call them like your own
While you're made of platinum, but you don't see it
Shame...look what they've done
They parade about on strings in bright colored things
in a show made for a crowd screaming loud
they dance like fools and clowns button up and bright
with swirls and colored hair and polka dots and stripes
And there you are all platinum, precious; you shine
Like a beacon sticking out at the end of the line
You have no strings but mimic them
Such a damned shame
For fools like them to take your rarity
Where shall I place this blame?
3/16/13
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
"Alive Again"
Your radiance, your alabaster
skin
you're contagious
with laughter that trickles in
my whispering soul
hiding out inside carrion
you laugh and like the
spring
I come alive again
3/23/13
Thursday, October 18, 2012
On A Page
If nightmares were cobwebs I'd be wrapped up tight
and if wishes were fishes I'd be fed all night
and if mountains were molehills I'd never stumble
but I seem to be always about to crumble
into words
filling spaces
on a
page
If love made us stronger I'd surely be braver
and if mercy was common I'd be a Savior
and if reason was practiced I'd be one of the wise
but seems I'm a fool now in the disguise
of a poet
filling spaces
on a
page
If memories were coffins I'd have been buried by now
and if doubts were on fire I'd have burnt my house down
and if hope were a butterfly it'd still be a caterpillar
caught stuck waiting and growing bitter
spitting words
filling spaces
on a
page
10/17/12
and if wishes were fishes I'd be fed all night
and if mountains were molehills I'd never stumble
but I seem to be always about to crumble
into words
filling spaces
on a
page
If love made us stronger I'd surely be braver
and if mercy was common I'd be a Savior
and if reason was practiced I'd be one of the wise
but seems I'm a fool now in the disguise
of a poet
filling spaces
on a
page
If memories were coffins I'd have been buried by now
and if doubts were on fire I'd have burnt my house down
and if hope were a butterfly it'd still be a caterpillar
caught stuck waiting and growing bitter
spitting words
filling spaces
on a
page
10/17/12
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
More Time for Angels to Die on the Horizon
"Do Not Ask an Angel to Die"
you do not ask butterflies to swim
then do not ask that of him
you do not ask polar bears to fly
then do not ever make him cry
you would not expect a moose to sing
then why demand what he can't bring?
if you will not ask a rose to blink
then why tell him what to think?
you do not ask angels to die
so, why do you even try?
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
"...more time with you..."
sliding hands upward from the wooden floors
up along skin and upward behind closed doors
knees are bruised upon the hardwood
time is passing of what I would
be doing if I had more time with you
tracing shapes across your stomach slowly
regarding you in front of me like you're holy
knees are bruised upon the hardwood
time is passing of what I would
be doing if I had more time with you
breath, hot, and steamy leaving trails on skin
kisses linger and the scent I am calling a sin
knees are bruised upon the hardwood
but time goes by as it should
while I'm finally doing what I want with you
and my lips are soft all along your leg, along your thigh
and my breath is warm like a whispered kiss ever going high
and my tongue is hot and wet and it warms you to your core
and I bring you in and bring you down while you're wanting more
and I bring you in and bring you down until my knees are sore
and promptly sir, when I am through, yank me off the floor
for time is passing of what I would do
if I had more time with you
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
"Chase the Horizon"
Call her "Horizon" and chase her daily
try to catch her as she drifts away
For Horizon is ever ready to make you run and runaway
She'll bruise your feet upon the path leading towards her
She'll make you weak without a thought to not pursue her
and if you weep she will not be there to comfort you
She will be ever forward, what else shall you do?
Call her "Horizon" and chase her daily
and when you think you are closer
Horizon will break you barely hanging on and go ever faster
She'll knock you down and tear you apart upon her pathway
She'll break your heart as you keep going day after day
and if you think you finally will catch her you will cry
She's moved farther onward and she's going on by
by Elizabeth Azpurua
you do not ask butterflies to swim
then do not ask that of him
you do not ask polar bears to fly
then do not ever make him cry
you would not expect a moose to sing
then why demand what he can't bring?
if you will not ask a rose to blink
then why tell him what to think?
you do not ask angels to die
so, why do you even try?
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
"...more time with you..."
sliding hands upward from the wooden floors
up along skin and upward behind closed doors
knees are bruised upon the hardwood
time is passing of what I would
be doing if I had more time with you
tracing shapes across your stomach slowly
regarding you in front of me like you're holy
knees are bruised upon the hardwood
time is passing of what I would
be doing if I had more time with you
breath, hot, and steamy leaving trails on skin
kisses linger and the scent I am calling a sin
knees are bruised upon the hardwood
but time goes by as it should
while I'm finally doing what I want with you
and my lips are soft all along your leg, along your thigh
and my breath is warm like a whispered kiss ever going high
and my tongue is hot and wet and it warms you to your core
and I bring you in and bring you down while you're wanting more
and I bring you in and bring you down until my knees are sore
and promptly sir, when I am through, yank me off the floor
for time is passing of what I would do
if I had more time with you
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
"Chase the Horizon"
Call her "Horizon" and chase her daily
try to catch her as she drifts away
For Horizon is ever ready to make you run and runaway
She'll bruise your feet upon the path leading towards her
She'll make you weak without a thought to not pursue her
and if you weep she will not be there to comfort you
She will be ever forward, what else shall you do?
Call her "Horizon" and chase her daily
and when you think you are closer
Horizon will break you barely hanging on and go ever faster
She'll knock you down and tear you apart upon her pathway
She'll break your heart as you keep going day after day
and if you think you finally will catch her you will cry
She's moved farther onward and she's going on by
by Elizabeth Azpurua
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Choking on Truth
It's such a shame that your voice is so frail
Such a shame you can't speak
I sit and laugh knowing how much it hurts
Watching you fight to breathe
Choking on truth is the vision I made
Painted in words and a song
Swallow the innocent and thought you could
somehow make it along
But butterflies are strong
Butterflies are strong
Butterflies when armor plated are the destruction
I choose for the wrong
It's such a pity that you cannot breathe
You should have been so much kinder
Sitting inside of the field lighting matches
While setting my whole world on fire
Choking on truth is the reason I came
Painting in words and song
You swallowed the innocent and thought that
you could make it along
But butterflies are strong
Butterflies are strong
Butterflies when armor plated are the dectruction
I choose for the wrong
Here you thought you could end this world I made in blooming delights
You thought you could swallow the fragile and burn my whole world bright
Flames are no match for the truth in your throat
and you will never swallow
Might as well give up and lose your hope
armored wings are hard to swallow
Butterflies are strong, yes, butterflies are strong
Butterflies when armor plated are the dectruction
I choose for the wrong
Destruction I choose for the wrong
Choking on truth is the vision I made
Painted in words and a song
Painted in words.......and a song
By Elizabeth Azpurua
Inspired by Alex Bach
10/1/10
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Remember to Live Waiting on a Crown From Your Hands
"Seeing You Makes Me Remember To Live"
Your eyes are the color of the summer sky
painted flowers by
and by
Your eyes are the beauty of the blue sea
waves are rolling
rolling
Your eyes are a marvel made by God's grace
completing your face
your face
Your eyes are the reason I wake each morning
reminding me
of living
8/14/10
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"Without a Crown"
Bought the flowers bought the dress
placed the ringlets in my hair
and I'm waiting on the crown you
had promised would be here
caught the butterflies inside of me
and I'm fighting not to care
you had said you would be waiting
but you're not here
I am holding hopes and dreams for you
wearing a dress of silk for you
and waiting on the promise you had made
I am waiting on your mouth to move
tell me that you wanted to
keep
this
promise
now
bought the flowers and the dress
wearing lapis blue for you like your eyes
I am waiting on the crown from you
you promised would be mine here
with the hope that's fading inside of me
I am trying not to cry
You said you would be ready
but you're not here
I am letting hopes and dreams fall for you
staining in tears this silk dress for you
discarding the promise you had made
I will never see your mouth move
because I know you never wanted to
keep
this
promise
now
I waited until the sun went down
Blurry eyed and without a crown
8/14/10
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"Your Hands Are Waiting"
I fight off demons
fight off doom
and fight off pain
and wait on you
I fight off endings
fight off gloom
and fight the rain
and wait for you
And now I know why I am here
And why you catch me inside fear
I know your hands are waiting strong
Carry me on carry me on
You have a power in your arms
To lift my high and safe from harm
Each time I falter and fall down
You lift me up and kiss my frown
I fight off demons
Fight off doom
I fight off pain
And wait on you
I fight the endings
fight this room
so full of pain
but stand by you
You lift me up and lift me out
and you show me what life's about
You are the happy that brings the light
Always there to help me in this fight
And now I know why I am here
With you the meaning becomes clear
8/14/10
By Elizabeth Azpurua
Your eyes are the color of the summer sky
painted flowers by
and by
Your eyes are the beauty of the blue sea
waves are rolling
rolling
Your eyes are a marvel made by God's grace
completing your face
your face
Your eyes are the reason I wake each morning
reminding me
of living
8/14/10
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
"Without a Crown"
Bought the flowers bought the dress
placed the ringlets in my hair
and I'm waiting on the crown you
had promised would be here
caught the butterflies inside of me
and I'm fighting not to care
you had said you would be waiting
but you're not here
I am holding hopes and dreams for you
wearing a dress of silk for you
and waiting on the promise you had made
I am waiting on your mouth to move
tell me that you wanted to
keep
this
promise
now
bought the flowers and the dress
wearing lapis blue for you like your eyes
I am waiting on the crown from you
you promised would be mine here
with the hope that's fading inside of me
I am trying not to cry
You said you would be ready
but you're not here
I am letting hopes and dreams fall for you
staining in tears this silk dress for you
discarding the promise you had made
I will never see your mouth move
because I know you never wanted to
keep
this
promise
now
I waited until the sun went down
Blurry eyed and without a crown
8/14/10
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
"Your Hands Are Waiting"
I fight off demons
fight off doom
and fight off pain
and wait on you
I fight off endings
fight off gloom
and fight the rain
and wait for you
And now I know why I am here
And why you catch me inside fear
I know your hands are waiting strong
Carry me on carry me on
You have a power in your arms
To lift my high and safe from harm
Each time I falter and fall down
You lift me up and kiss my frown
I fight off demons
Fight off doom
I fight off pain
And wait on you
I fight the endings
fight this room
so full of pain
but stand by you
You lift me up and lift me out
and you show me what life's about
You are the happy that brings the light
Always there to help me in this fight
And now I know why I am here
With you the meaning becomes clear
8/14/10
By Elizabeth Azpurua
Saturday, June 5, 2010
"You" Can Mean So Much, Not "You", but "You"
"Etched Forever"
chasing butterflies with no net
and battling cobwebs in the closet
startled by the truth
that makes pock marks in the wood floor
and leaves the remembrance
etched
forever
I am etched forever
fighting demons with a toothpick
and winning doubled over and sick
stranded by the truth
that made rivulets all across the walls
and leaves the remembrance
etched
forever
I am etched and I'll never
recover
from you
but you don't care, do you?
5/29/10
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"Because of you......"
There may be happy days
and there may be sad
and sometimes I battle against both
for what I never had
but no matter the emotions
nor the feelings inside
you lift me with your voice
and I'm better by your side
It's the strength in your arms
and the smile on your face
your soft cotton shirts
and knowing I'm safe
I feel like flying, love
and feel like trying love
and feel like I'm in love
because of you, love
it's all better now today
because of you
Both by Elizabeth Azpurua
chasing butterflies with no net
and battling cobwebs in the closet
startled by the truth
that makes pock marks in the wood floor
and leaves the remembrance
etched
forever
I am etched forever
fighting demons with a toothpick
and winning doubled over and sick
stranded by the truth
that made rivulets all across the walls
and leaves the remembrance
etched
forever
I am etched and I'll never
recover
from you
but you don't care, do you?
5/29/10
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
"Because of you......"
There may be happy days
and there may be sad
and sometimes I battle against both
for what I never had
but no matter the emotions
nor the feelings inside
you lift me with your voice
and I'm better by your side
It's the strength in your arms
and the smile on your face
your soft cotton shirts
and knowing I'm safe
I feel like flying, love
and feel like trying love
and feel like I'm in love
because of you, love
it's all better now today
because of you
Both by Elizabeth Azpurua
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