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

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

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

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

The Sky and Sea Are Lovers Excerpt

From "Love Like the Sky and Sea"

...Yet like the sky can’t keep the sea

And like the sea can’t hold the sky

Sometimes love is an opposing force

Leaving you not knowing why...

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...Waves may crash and topple down

Seas may roar and battle on

My love will always stay bound

To seeking the edge of dawn...

By: Elizabeth Azpurua

Awed by the Sea

"Claimed by the Sea"

Perhaps if I grow fins and scales
And learn to sing songs of whales
I'd find below your shipwrecked soul
Saving you would be my greatest role
But without feet I'd be chained to the sea
Saving you would mean I'd not be free
To walk above with you on land
Or bask in the sun-drenched sand
Such a fate that would prove to be
No matter what claimed by the sea

By: Elizabeth Azpurua

4/6/14


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"Awed By You"

Lately I don't know what else to think
Just on the edge of reason, on the brink
Would that I could settle us down
Build us a place I may have found
I'd do anything to keep that smile upon your face
Your olive skin, your sable hair and unkempt grace
I feel I am awed by all that you seem
May I applaud all that you dream?
Perhaps we can be just what I need?
Lately I don't know why my thoughts are far reached
Looking for moments, my heart's been breached
You've opened the doors to feeling
Leaving me breathless and reeling
I'd do anything to keep that look upon your face
Your blue eyes, your sable hair and unkempt grace
I feel I am awed by all the you can mean
May I applaud all that I have seen?
Please agree to be just what I need

By: Elizabeth Azpurua

4/9/14

Blue Storm Death of Us

"Storm of Us"

My stomach is wrestling with my heart

Some battle of gut wrenching feeling

An ache that surfaces 

A sorrow that won't die

I know they say these things take time

I'm still trying to swim in a hurricane
Washing back to this bloody island

I don't want to be away from your ship

But you're destroying me

This storm of us will drown me

My heart sputters out fleeting moments of feeling
I can't stand this island or this storm

Damn your ship, I'm alone 

By: Elizabeth Azpurua 

3/11/14

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"Blue Eyed Death"

Maybe you're my demon
to hold me down
Blue eyes and a sword
to cut me down
I always thought Savior when I saw you
Now I wonder why it all comes back to you
Are you gonna drown me
in the sea
the color of your eyes?
I would gladly stop breathing
in the sea
the color of your eyes
Just to see you again
Just to see you again
Such a fool I am
You must be my demon
to bury me down
Blue eyes and a sword
to flay me open now
I always thought you would rescue me
Now I think you've been killing me
Are you gonna drown me
in the sea
the colors of your eyes?
I would gladly stop breathing
in the sea
the colors of your eyes
Blue eyed death
Just to see you again

By: Elizabeth Azpurua

3/17/14

The Hell of Memory

Hail the hell on the waters
Hail the waves
and the towers
But her eyes like ice
Topaz puddles her price
Hail the illusions on hills
Hail the rains
and the chills
Well her eyes were like moss
Losing her was such a loss
Bright light and pain
and walls without a name
Can't see through rain
and I've nowhere left to claim
I miss the wild forests
I miss their tangled hair
I miss the one who watched us
Our guard was passing fair
Hail the hell in the stormy sky
Hail the thunder
and hasten the lie
Hail the crashing of the sea
Hail the waves
and wait it out with me
Because I miss eyes like sapphires
Because I miss walls of stone
Because illusions make raging fires
That burnt away what I had known
Hail the hell of memory
Hail the unknown

By: Elizabeth Azpurua

Come What May I Said

Deserts are trouble when you crave the sea
and I am trouble if you're craving me
I am spending my pennies on stones I won't keep
to offer as gifts to the ones in the trees
and I say
"Come what may"
and come it will
over and under until
I shall face
a new day
where my life has gone still
reaching the top of my hill

Forests are trouble if you need a stream
and I am trouble if you don't want a dream
I am sewing my seeds for a garden of sheep
to count until I find sleep and relief
and I say
"Come what may"
and come it will
over and under until
I shall face
a new day
where my life has gone still
reaching the top of my hill

By: Elizabeth Azpurua

10/23/13

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"I Said"

I know I said that this would last
that nothing would ever make this pass
but now I see I cannot keep
promises when I am weak
I know I said that this would be real
and never falter from what I feel
but I just learned I cannot keep
a promise when you make me weak
Sorry won't fix it; no bandaid to heal
I said what I said and I thought it was real
but what I said I had said I didn't understand
my promises would not turn out as planned

10/16/13

Common Anchor

"Rarity Is Not Common"

There you are building a castle in the sand
when you could have built the greatest stone mansion in the land
There you go claiming you found your wishing star
when all you did was capture a firefly inside a jar
Silly fool, you think you know it all now, don't you?
Justify what you did to her so you can prove
you weren't the fool, you weren't wrong
like you were the victim there all along
There you are claiming you found a pot of gold
but I see corn in a barrel now rotten and old
So go ahead and prance around like you're the wise
and I'll await the day you finally realize
You traded rarity for something common

4/3/13


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"Sinking by an Anchor"

martyrdom
I will go down with this
drown by this
or be consumed by it
my pendulum
is knocked down by this
do I exist
beyond any of it?
I will hold on to this love like an anchor to sink me now
and drown in the bottom of the sea I made for you and me
I in my back and forth have fallen deeper still
with no thought of letting go; no strength of will
martyrdom
For this cause I will die by this
drowning bliss
to be consumed by it
my pendulum
is knocked down by this
I do not exist
beyond any of it
I am only knots and strings tied to this sinking thing
taking me down and down in the sea I made for you and me
I in my back and forth have fallen deeper still
with no thought of letting go, no, I never will
No, I never will

4/3/13

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

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

Embers and Ashes

You burnt the church
I burnt the bridge
You burnt the house
out on the ridge
I burnt the meadow
and burnt the boat
but I can't let go
of the taste in my throat
of the ashes in the air
and the smoke all around
and the soot in my hair
and the embers on the ground
I walked away from it all that day
as it went up in flames
and blew away
Yet I keep glancing at the embers
and how they glow
but who remembers?
I keep the ashes in my pockets
like an anchor to the past
and I wish this wouldn't last
but I can't move on
You burnt the church down
I burnt the bridge
You set fire to the house
out on our ridge
So, I burnt the meadow
and burnt the boat
When will I let go?
Maybe I won't
Remembering ashes in the air
and smoke all around
and the soot in my hair
and embers on the ground
as I walked away that day
my world up in flames
nothing left to say
nothing left to say
When will I look at the glowing embers of the past
without any ashes holding me there steadfast?
I wish I could toss them out far into the sea
but I burnt the boat that used to be
the vessel for my relief
You burnt the church
and I burnt the bridge
There's no more house
out on that ridge
Ashes for a meadow
Ashes for a boat
Nothing left that I know
and no antidote
Ashes through the air
and memories in flames
and soot in my hair
embers were names
but the ash in my pockets I hold too tight
remembering before now, before the fight
When will I look at the glowing embers of the past
without these ashes holding me there steadfast?
I would toss them out far into the sea
but for some reason I keep them here with me

by: E.A.

Antrim Coast

All the things that I loved most
I found along the Antrim Coast
where cloudy skies met crashing seas
and tangled my locks inside the breeze
The foggy morns met rainy days
where sheep along a cliff did graze
and all about along the coast
was history that I loved most
with tales of Giants from long ago
told often by those who know
this place of mystery does host
the magic of lore along the coast
and Irish skies meet the stormy sea
to strike a chord deep down in me
with all the things that I love most
along the rocks of the Antrim Coast

by: Elizabeth Azpurua

Fondest Dream

last night in dream i dreamt of birds
an albatross and friends
where with large wings they flew me high
over these mountains
and i thought it passing strange to me
to dream of birds here meant for the sea
and then recalled my fondest dream
to have the waves right next to me
for if I was a bird with wings
I'd fly from my mountains
and go in search of distant shores
and gather up my friends
and though be it passing strange to see
a flock of birds here meant for the sea
the truth be told my fondest dream
is to have the waves right next to me

Little Light

dirty rags on her feet
and a troubled crease in her brow
with sand stuck behind her ears
waiting for hope not knowing how
she carries a bow on her back
and her arrows are made of bone
and she stands waiting on ships
still lost out at sea all alone
and she holds the little lamp higher
for the lighthouse fell long ago
and her arm is so very tired
and she fears the light she'll let go
and the sea just churns on ever more
while her feet are numb and cold
and the waves play tricks on her eyes
while she waits there growing old
with her sable strands in the wind
and rocks deep in her skirt
she waits with one little oil lamp
and a heart heavy with hurt
so she holds the light ever higher
for the lighthouse fell long ago
and her arm though so tired
still won't let her little light go

by: elizabeth azpurua

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

Under Hazel Water

"Electric Under Skin"

I want your hands on me
like paint on a brush
I want your hands on me
like stars on the velvet sky
I want your hands on me now, tonight
I want your lips on me
like waves on the sea
and finally, finally
make me feel alive, tonight
and when I feel
the electric under skin
I want to feel you settled in
I want your hands on me
like paint on a brush
I want your hands on me
like stars on the velvet sky
I want your hands on me now, tonight
I want your skin on me
like leaves upon a tree
and finally, finally
making me feel alive, tonight
and when I feel
the electric under skin
I want to feel you settled in

9/1/12

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"Dirty Water"

dilute me with dirty water
pour it on me and run away all of my colors
and change my name now
and cut my hair off
and clothe me in grey
and steal my voice and my song
and erase all I've done wrong
dilute me with dirty water
and I'm gone
erase me and all my brighter colors
and peel me off myself
and leave me out to disappear
into the brown earth
and steal my voice and my song
and erase all I've done wrong
dilute me with dirty water
and I'm gone
and watch my colors run down the road
in rivulets of what you used to behold
I am melting into the earth
dilute me with dirty water
and I'm gone

8/22/12

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"Your Hazel Eyes"

chartreuse
almost, like olive
and moss, and earth
and subtle, yet vivid
like peridot
is it hazel?
I don't know the color
to label
it is too profound
and changes like
fern and leaf
and by and by I see
a color I like most
to describe
because no description ever
shall suffice

9/1/12

all by Elizabeth Azpurua

Pennies and Moons

Am I the waveless sea?
A starless night, oh yes, that's me
A wounded bird without wings
this has always, always been me

I spent my pennies in a well
and I would count the moons as well
and hope for a blue moon
I'd wish on times and fallen lashes and hope and pray
but faith passes
and I am hopeless

Am I the waveless sea?
A starless night, oh yes, that's me
A wounded bird without wings
this has always been me, always me

I found you wounded and alone
I was alone for a long time, too
but here I'd found you
I hoped for happiness and to find a way and I realized today
my faith passes
and I am hopeless

Am I the waveless sea?
A starless night, oh yes, that's me
A wounded bird without wings
this has always been me
I am wishing on moons
and planting pennies inside water
hoping to grow some hope
but I am hopeless

I am like a waveless sea
A starless night, it's always me
A bird without any wings
Always, always, always me
I have wished upon blue moons
and found, I found you
But pennies will not save me now
I am hopeless

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