Wealth of Coffins

"Tiny Coffins"

Take the items and pack them
tight, pack them small
and pack them all
Label them and stack them
high, stack them tall
just stack them all
and like tiny coffins inside a cemetery
you will line them up inside perfectly
and one by one you mark them off
and wait until you can
hold them again

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"Wealth of the Deep"

She longed for the sea like a bird longs for sky
and dreamed of the clouds as they'd roll by
as she'd sit on the shore and sing to herself
of the boundless wealth of the deep
She longed for the sea like a mermaid would
wishing for a home near the waves if she could
and soothed herself just to dream of the day
she'd dive into the wealth of the deep

11/2/12

Pinocchio

Pinocchio, have you found a doll to be your dearest friend?
I learned long ago to call your wooden arms my home, my friend
I would untangle your strings
and tell you of a world you did not know
and I would say, would say, would say
Pinocchio, Pinocchio
One day a boy for real you will be

Pinocchio, have you found a new marionette to hold you?
I learned long ago to dance with you gently, guiding you
I would repaint your faded parts
and tell you of a world you longed to know
and I would say, and I'd always say
Pinocchio, Pinocchio
One day a boy for real you will be

Oh, have you found another to pull upon your strings?
I would have crafted for you paper wings
and I would remind you of wishing stars up high
and tell you of a hope I had of which you knew not why
Pinocchio, Pinocchio
One day a boy for real you will be
And side by side and no strings to guide
you will walk hand and hand with me

Pinocchio, have you found a doll to know?
Have you found someone who you want to know?
I would still untangle all your strings
and tell you of a world I wish to show
here I am to say, to say, to say
Pinocchio, Pinocchio
One day a boy for real you will be
and I hold to hope for this reality
and upon a star I wish for you, for me
but please don't let someone walk you away.....from me

by Elizabeth Azpurua

The Fall of Rome

Take my fragile bony hands and lead me into the dark
and with me dance across this floor
like it is Central Park
and when I awake from this dream tear out my heart
and with it stitch my insides up
like macabre art
I want to hear your lullaby whispered in my ear
before you close them off
whisper softly Dear
When I am buried in the earth behind your home
remember the dance we shared
the fall of Rome
I want you to carry my hollow soul underneath your tongue
where each time you say my name
or air escapes a lung
You will remember my bony hands in a darkened room
where we danced across the floor
before I met my doom

by: elizabeth

Weeds Grow Underfoot

"Grow"

have I fallen down?
and drug beneath the earth, my soul is crawling
crawling towards you
and the rubble settles
and on me, thick, layered dust; I'm doomed
but still, I crawl towards you
and I dig my way out, and up and out
and greeting me
is sun
and the light is all and all I know is
you're the one
I'd fallen down
and learned beneath the earth, my soul is yearning
yearning only for you
and when this settles
the dust on me, thick, and heavy; I was doomed
until I learned to crawl to you
and I dug my way out, and up and out
and greeting me
is sun
and the light is all and all I know is
you're the one
you're the one
to help me.......grow

9/6/12

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"Weeds"

and thou art like a high walled garden
  where inside the weeds have grown
and I am like the bird that visits
  unable to tend, or mend, or sow
and when the rains come I must seek shelter
  and when the snow falls I must be warm
but when your flowers bloom I am here
and when your flowers die I am here
  and what they call weeds, I call home

9/5/12

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"Underfoot"

in tiny threads, stories were hidden
and then placed under the bed
in a rug
and those tiny threads lay unbidden
screaming truth for your head
in your dreams
and woven like cathedrals
in the carpet
was the truth you refused to think
and underfoot you left it
and it surfaced in your dreams
in tiny threads, it lay seeking
and under your bed
the truth
and those tiny threads speaking
screaming truth for your head
to prove
and woven like cathedrals
in the carpet
was the reason you won't think
and underfoot you left them
until they battled in your dreams

9/6/12

Artist and Watercolor

"If I were an Artist"

If I were a sculptor I'd carve you in stone
and chisel you out a mouth
and place you in my home
and you'd stare back at me
and you'd smile just for me
and I'd forever be lucky to see
you carved happy
If I were a painter I'd paint you on canvas
and color you like the spring
and place you in my home
where you'd stare back at me
and you'd smile just for me
and I'd forever get to see
a painting of happy
If I were a poet I'd write a poem for you
and tell the world what I love
and place you in me home
and capture in words the feeling of you smiling
and tell them what it means when you smile for me
and I'd capture forever in words that I'm happy
a poem of happy
I'd write just for you
Oh, if I were an artist, I'd be able to keep
forever the memory of you happy with me

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"Autumn Watercolor Golds"

At the dawn on the road I await it
the fog to settle and sit
and the autumn rains to come
and wet the leaves like watercolor golds
I await the deepest reds and
I want to number the oranges
and capture in colors
while wearing my coat
the feeling of Autumn and
what I love most
and run, run, run, run, run
in the fog and the autumn rains
and watch the world become
watercolor golds
and when I stop and stare
I want to see standing there
a home waiting to welcome me

Amazed I Wait at Home at Night

"Waiting Home"

Slow down darling, you are too young to be so scared
Why are you crying? there is love everywhere
I am waiting here, like a guardian today
and when you come home I will remain this way
oh, why are you fearful? the world is new to you
come now, be cheerful, there is a place still for you
I will find some way some how some better day
don't be worried and don't be so afraid
I am working this all out and by the time you get home
I will have it figured out and it'll all be known
Isn't life grand if you can just give it a chance?

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"Color Us Night"

My color is blue and your color is grey
Color the night like it might always stay
Give us the stars and paint the way in golden lights
Capture the moon and color it new
I want to behold forever only ever you
Give me the stars and paint up my life with golden light
I quite like watching the stars
I quite like seeing you smile
yet my color is blue and remains so blue
and you, you, you, you are grey

Color me yellow and color you night
Color us to match the world so alive
Give us the stars and paint the way for us in golden lights
Capture the moon and name it for truth
I want it to be named after only you
Give me the stars and paint up my life with golden light
I am counting the stars
Just to see you smile
But my color is blue, is blue, blue like day
and you, you, you, you, you're still grey
like the stormy day, ah, the day

Color us night, darkness and night
Color us to blend in to the twilight
Give us the stars and parade on our hearts those golden lights
Give us the moon and it is named for you
Let it proclaim only the truth, the truth
Give me the stars and paint my life right with golden light
I will name the stars
I will see you smile
And I will be like the night with you, with you
and you, you, you, you, you will be the moon

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"Amazed"

I see the new day, I see the new dawn
I see the new way I will write a new song
I will be the new one, the better, the happy
I will be the one to say I am finally free
I will write you a story and a message to share my thanks
and I will bless you and help you all along your way
I am indebted by you and by all that you contain
You are amazing
Quite frankly, no one compares and ever will
You just are that extraordinary
How can anyone harm you?
I do not know, all I know is you have the magic
and I will write for you and I will write for you
I see the new day, I see the new dawn
I see the new way I will write a new song
Ahead of me a pathway
and it leads to new days
and I thank you the whole way, I thank you the whole way
You amaze me

Tragic is the Dreamer Who Dies

Errors mar my pretty face and I believe without a trace my dreams will seep out of my mattress each night
There will be not a sliver of hope inside of my leather quiver of woes and nothing can shoot me back to home
I will harbor the enemy of me which happens to be the only thing I can fear at all which has always been illusions
I might wake from restless sleep and stare me down in a mirror and realize I'm doomed and realized I am confused
I will cry these hopeless eyes out and not understand what it's about and look at myself and see there is nothing left
I will carry the weight of distant dreams like mountains bursting at seams echoes reminding of things I failed at
I will drift to and fro in sea of despair and slide under these walls and not know how to care and when I wake up
I won't see me anymore, no I won't see me.........but a tragedy

It is what it is.......

My life becomes endless counting coins
and catching rain
and I have a vendetta against spiders playing violins
There's alarms that sound from time to time
and some days there are no lights
but I've got poetry
and faith
My life becomes endless marking days down
and watching bills mound
like mountains of grief
but when the sky cries I rejoice
and when time flies
I rejoice
and when days are pretty I feel like I should sing
I may sleep wrapped up tight
and hope insomnia stays gone
I might dream restless dreams about things that need to be done
but when I rise each day I have a warm place to stay
and some days I just cannot ask for more
My life becomes a battle with the way I'd like it to be
and how it remains
bring the rains
and better days to me
My pest control man texts me like a friend
and my job says I'm better again
and my friends drop like flies in the heat
My dreams fall through slippery hands while I dream of distant lands
but it's OK because I have a roof over my head
I might be penniless in the rain, but hell, at least I have a shower
and hell, at least I have the power to say
I can be happy anyway
I may not have those who said they'd stay here but I have nothing left to fear
because nothing can hurt me now I know
I am like the child who says to the sun
"it is what is is, so make it so"
I wake each day and greet the day and go on and hope for even better days
but for now, I am here, and here is home

Feather Home

I rode the seven horses beneath your raging sea
and named myself an albatross, a sea bird just like thee
I marveled at the waves and how they foam beneath the sky
and learned the whispers of the dolphins as they raced on by
I carried in my feather home the pieces of the way
that I learned to love the light as it broke each day
I traversed the winding roads that led to your cave
and named all my fears I conquered - I was brave
I mastered stealth and improvising as I learned to sing
and unto thee I have the greatest poems to bring
I carried in my feather home the pieces of the way
that I learned to love the light as it broke each day
and along my journey through the dark I have learned
that as long as I carry hope inside it has always burned
I am fragile in my feather home with pieces of the way
I truly love the light when it rises each new day
I will sing the song of the sea bird and watch the cresting waves
I will walk alone the winding road and number all false caves
I will ride seven hundred wild horses just to show
the only thing inside I really ever will know
I am fragile in my feather home with pieces of the way
that I learned to love the light as it broke each new day

by Elizabeth Azpurua

Hurricane and Dirty Sea

he pulled you down
'til you tasted earth
and bitter stones
and tree root frown

and said he
inside of you
is like a hurricane
and the dirty sea

no more shall you
walk in my yard
nor open my doors
for you I never knew

he kicked your chin
and sent you off
some barren road
marked by a sin

and lo, I see
inside of you
is like a hurricane
and the dirty sea

you walk and cry
and sky rains down
and songbirds mourn
as they fly by

the trees all frown
and stars watch you
as you walk from home
on your way to drown

angels take you in
with arms full of love
and their divinest grace
overlooking sin

and they will be
calming inside you
the hurricane
and green tinged sea

and still your storm
and bring you home
and tuck you in
all safe and warm

and then wilt he
kneel by you
no more hurricane
nor a dirty sea

and say to you
in reverence and love
for you his child
invoking all that's true?

will say he
of your humble life
and all your dreams
beside the sea

that you his son
are forgiven now
and loved the more
after what is done?

and lo, I see
inside of you
was a hurricane
and a dirty sea

and on your shoreline
was a sad little boy
and a broken life
and a warning sign

but angels I did call
to bring you home
and heal your heart
and stop your fall

and still your storm
and bring you home
and tuck you in
all safe and warm

Hell

I want to choke you
and make you feel the worst
and end you over your photos you claim I kept
Stupid, and foolish, what a selfish person
How do you sleep at night?
How do you sleep at night?
Surely, you stumble inside of your dreams
Surely, karma knows just what you need
So, claim we made it all a hell just for you
and I will pave the way, pave the way back down there for you
I want to choke you
and make you hurt the most
and spill you over the boxes you think I kept
Evil and wicked, and such a devious person
How do you live with yourself?
How do you live with youself?
Do you stutter on your lies from your mouth?
Do you sweat inside your skin to be found out?
So, claim we made it all a hell for you
and I will name the road in your honor straight back home for you

More Than a House

Look at you, sad, sad door
Look at you windows holding life no more
Look at you weeds - you think you own here?
Look at you trees, we do not hug you now
Look at these things and what befell it - how?
It was greed, darlings, greed
and we lost the fight

Look at you, sad, sad stairs
Look at you trees, plums and pears
Look at you forgotten flower beds here
Look at you empty walls - alone and cold
Look at your boards, they appear so old
Darlings, we want you, want you
but we lost the fight

So, grow up weeds and take this lawn
Say hello to the birds each dawn
Keep closed your doors and windows, too
and we'll come, and we'll wave at you
So, bear your fruits for us trees
and we'll stop by and see your leaves
Go ahead and let the land be your family
and we'll try not to be so sad for you to see
but we lost the fight
but it's alright
Stand there for all to see....
you're more than a house left abandoned
you're a home that just can't be

By Elizabeth A.

Hope

package it in green
mail it in a box
plaster it on the walls of my future home
carry it in a bouquet to hand to me
and the smell will cheer my soul
gather it in ribbons and wind it through my hair
place it on my pillow every night
sing it in a song and write it in a book
and send it to me on stormy days
graft it in my trees
and plant it in my soil
spray it across my window panes
bury it beneath my doorstep
and curl it in my hair
and make it in a picture frame and hang it here
laugh it in my ear
and smile it in my face
kiss it on my mouth
and cook it for me to taste
take it on a trip and send it in a post card
and if you mail it mail it with a heart
give it to me in a sign on my road
leave it on a note under my door
bring it in a birthday gift
or just because you can
write it on my window
or write it in the sand
carry it on you and wrap it 'round my shoulders
and bake it inside pies
and pour it like a wine and
when it gets hard just bring it if you can
seal it in an envelope and leave it in my box
but just make sure I get it soon
I am perishing without it

by: me

Rain, stone, ashes and a flag for love

The rain is falling on the roof here
and I alone
not thinking clear
wish simply to
be held be you
but I do fear
a heart of stone
inside your chest; if I come near

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"Ashes"

I am like spectre haunting these walls within
My whole perception seems so very grim
I was hoping for an unbroken heart
This never seems to be my way
It's always ashes
I am choking on the wishes spilling from my lips
Thinking of what might have happened with a kiss
I am realizing broken hearts kill
This is the way of things
It's always ashes
I am wandering lost inside like I'm floating
I can't grasp the life without hurting
I see my broken heart behind my eyes
There is never a chance for me
It's always ashes

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"Fly A Flag of Love"

Photographs can't bring it back
Can't make it right
Can't bring the glad
So I will hold high aloft
This flag for you
To say I love
I will march the road alone
Until you come back home
I will, banner in hand, sing your name
and carry photographs each day
I can't feel the joy like I did
Or feel the glad things, but
I will fly a flag for you
To say I love
I will walk the road on my own
Until you come back home
I will, banner in hand, sing your name
and I hope you'll do the same

By Elizabeth Azpurua

Hill

Call me stupid
Call me a fool
Call me hurtful
Call me cruel
I am running and running still
but not away anymore
I am seeking a hill

Call me evil
Call me cold
Call me strange
Call me old
I am looking and looking still
but not at you
I must find that hill

Say what you will
Deny what you'll never say
Cross out my heart
I care neither way
I am born again in seeking
and seeking is for keeps
I am looking for that castle
the one that never sleeps
Lay aside all your pointed fingers
and your laughing and your tears
I never meant any harm
Searching all these years

Call me crazy
Call me sad
Call me useless
Call me mad
but don't get in my way
as I keep on keeping on
until that blissful day
when I'm home again
Home again
Somewhere
Just around this bend
and right over this hill

11/5/11

Nothing but the Guilty and No Loyalty

"Not Guilty"


These matches, they're left behind
inside this rubble of the burnt spaces in my mind
I know who lit them
I know you lit them
This mess, you burnt away my world
thought it was your revenge against the word
It's all his name
You hate his name
So you burn away the places he could linger
And accuse and mock and point with every finger
How can you blame me?
As if I'm guilty?
It's not my fault things don't work out, little one
Don't blame me for all the damage that's been done
I see these ashes
I have the matches
I'm not guilty


10/30/11


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"Nothing Holds On"

and the road won't lead home
and the leaves still fall
and the sky stills rains
and the water's gone
and the trees bear no fruit
and the seasons come too fast
and nothing is holding on
nor are you
and the doors don't open
and the bills pile high
and the storms never stop
and the time goes by and by
and the memories fade
and the seasons come too fast
and nothing is holding on
nor are you

11/3/11


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Loyalty
seeps away as if this
bucket has a hole now
and if I cannot patch it
what shall be left
for you and I?

By Elizabeth Azpurua

Survived the Flames

You were flaming, burning me on down
I was scorched until I couldn't make a sound
She came like lighting straight after me
I was her beacon, all that she could see
We were waiting on the world to change
I might have made it a place for the strange
She wanted pacifiers and bunnies
I wanted carrion carrying disease
I got my world in ashes here
Made me a bed out of atmosphere
Created a garland of bones for my hearth
and she wanted lollipops and a purple scarf
We cried out wonder; we cried out pain
We shoved at each other all to get the gain
You were the cause of this battle raging on
All 'cause you decided to burn me long gone
I survived you to face another woe
She has become my one and only foe
I should have burned into a crimson gem
You could have kept me caged in that pen
I would have been your cabochon of truth
Stayed with you through it all just like Ruth
But you remind me as I stand in ashes here
I wanted a world made of atmosphere
I wanted vultures to bring me home each night
She wanted sugar plums and sweet delights
We were like magnets pushing out the way
I was the winner standing here today
You might have scorched me inside of your flames
But I number bones and I know their names
I am the lone survivor on this hill
Come now my flames and wait until
I hold you captive inside of this home
Warming my dinner never quite alone

4/25/11

This "NEW" Home

made out the letters and made the calls
told them i'm losing everything that I had
and made them all sorry and made them all sad
i held up the ends of my torn hair
i put the closed sign and said i dont care
but in reality i faltered and i felt weak
but they said it'd be OK so i'd try to sleep
and in the mornings i woke day after day
i found the days became less tinged in grey
so even when storm skies fill up the dawn
i will keep on walking keep going on
there may be missing the days i grew in
there may be missing the rooms i played in
there may be missing the place i had known
but i will make new memories in this place i call home

By Elizabeth Azpurua 3/18/11

Remind Yourself What's Important

“Miracle Kisses”

She goes on every day like a champion

Ever brave, ever strong, his companion

She’s a wreck inside though every time the door closes

Will he walk back through again?

Just a kiss that signals goodbye

Full of love holding every reason why

He’s a hero full of pride and everything this country cherishes

But she’s weak kneed every single night

As she’s praying that he’ll be alright

As a hero in another distant place

She is waiting just to see his face

Every hello kiss is a miracle

And she prays to God that she’ll have more

Every goodbye kiss is an anchor

Weighing on her until he comes back home

This is for every woman holding to faith

That her only love will return home safe

She’s a beacon for everyone who needs to see courage shine

A reality etched in a country’s pride

With a kiss that signals goodbye

Full of love holding every reason why

And every day that passes she is holding hope and she’s divine

But she’s weak kneed every single night

As she’s praying that he’ll be alright

As a hero in another distant place

She is waiting just to see his face

Every hello kiss is a miracle

And she prays to God that she’ll have more

Every goodbye kiss is an anchor

Weighing on her until he comes back home

She’s a warrior in the strength of loss

Her bitter burdens that become her cross

She will bear them just to bring him home

Hold him close once more, not want to let him go

She goes on every day like a champion

Ever brave, ever strong, his companion

She’s a wreck inside though every time the door closes

Will he walk back through again?

So she’s weak kneed every single night

As she’s praying that he’ll be alright

As a hero in another distant place

She is waiting just to see his face

Every hello kiss is a miracle

And she prays to God that she’ll have more

Every goodbye kiss is an anchor

Weighing on her until he comes back home

A kiss to bring him back home

Bring him back home

By Elizabeth Azpurua

1/17/11

Doors

Even though it has been years
I was holding open this door
Being that, it has been a decade or more
I'd think you'd be grateful


But somehow I suppose
This is not quite the intention
I would rather that I chose
To close these doors


Darling, if I could have shut you out
And thrown away all the keys
I would be living somewhere else
And not waiting here on my knees
but sweet lullabies are my solace
and these doors stay open here
So when you get tired, come on back home
and I'll be the fool waiting here


Slowly, I realize the problem
While I hold onto these doors
For all this time I held them for you
but one of them snuck through


No, it was not my intention
Nor was it his I suppose
He just walked right through the door
and wasn't the one that I chose


Darling, if I could have shut him out
and thrown away all these keys
I would be living as someone else
and perhaps happy I'd be
but sweet lullabies are my solace
and these doors stay open here
So when you get tired, come on back home
He is standing guard here


No it was not my intention
Nor the plan I had chose
He decided to stand by the door
As my guardian I suppose
Perhaps he wants me to close all these doors
and hand over the keys
So I will not sit waiting for you
wretched upon my knees


Darling, if I could have shut you out
he'd be in here with me
I'd be living with him now
Imagine me now happy
sweet lullabies as my solace
doors locked tight right here
So when we're tired and cozy at home
You can be watching us here
Darling, please know I'd not let you in
if I could just shut you out
It would be him, and only him
And perhaps I'd be happy now

by Elizabeth Azpurua 12/9/10