Vividly

I have been running and fighting the dawn
needing the darkness to help me along
but all this erring and I've done wrong
and the day breaks vividly

I have been hiding and evading the dawn
needing the moonlight to shine on strong
but all my erring knowing I'm wrong
the day still breaks vividly

I have been seeking and searching on
fleeing the dawn with its sunny song
but all my erring and all of my wrong
wilts in the day breaking vividly

Sunlight is shedding the light on the lawn
I laying out in the grass, see the wrong
like a macabre sinister whispered song
while the day breaks vividly

There is the truth, I lost to the dawn
caught in the sunlight glaringly strong
while all are knowing that I was wrong
for you in the day breaking vividly

You slayed me there, death going on
remnants of nothing to utter a song
just the reminder the night was wrong
I was wrong, aching vividly

I have been running and fighting the dawn
needing the darkness to help me along
but all this erring and I still did wrong
caught dying as the day breaks vividly

The Bottom

scrape the bottom
for a crumb
to symbolize some forgotten luck
find nothing but your nails
you scraped trying not to give up
you had reached the end of your rope and tied a knot
and found your arms were stronger than you thought
but at the bottom you slowly let go
and searched about for something to show
....you why

kick the dust
in your defeat
like the bottom is a place of no relief
your nails are bleeding from scrambling
trying to find some type of peace
you had reached the end of your rope and tied a knot
and found your arms were stronger than you thought
but at the bottom you slowly let go
and searched the ground for something that could show
a reason why
you let go

nothing is left you feel
and nothing feels quite real
the rope is a sad reminder you let go
and the bottom won't let you heal
there's not a crumb nor a scrap of hope
and you're convinced somehow you've broke
but soon you realize and see
the bottom shall set you free

feel the bottom
you're not numb
nor have you run out of luck
look above you; look below
there's no way down, just go back up
at the end of your rope there's a knot
that proved to you strength you'd forgot
now you climb back up, there's nothing else to do
but to keep on going with one thing left to prove
you go on
you are strong
you are able to climb with stronger arms this time
you go on
you are strong
and when you reach the top you'll find
that sometimes our greatest lessons are learned
only after we feel like we are done
'cause when there's nothing left and we face the end
we realize that's where we begin

by Elizabeth Azpurua

7/20/13

Sleeping Thoughts of Babylon

"Road to Babylon"

 

I sing the wayward song of a temptress done wrong

My movements beguile and bewilder

As I walked the road to Babylon

I found those who did surrender

They sang of long sultry nights of wrong

With bodies they don’t remember 

So I sang to them of Maryanne

I said she sounds like her tongue would taste like Lucifer’s

With sunset hair and vixen ways to cast her curse

And I was smitten by that vixen on a cloudy day of summertime sin 

I sang my telltale signs of wicked wrong

With my body moving as I did deliver

A song to fill the air headed to Babylon

I tell them of how in lust I did surrender

With the words of my ever sinful song

I became Babylon’s number one contender 

I sang to them of Maryanne

With lips and a tongue tasting just like Lucifer’s

Sunset hair, this vixen cast her curse

And I was utterly doomed and smitten on a cloudy day of summertime sin 

I tasted rain, she tasted pain

We tumbled in the fields of grain

She marked me thrice while I learned to pay the price

Of letting go with a vixen 

They all did cheer me on as I sang my song

On the way down the road to Babylon 

6/25/13 

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"Sleeping Beast"

 

Inside you lies a sleeping beast awaiting its welcomed release

The flavor like a feline rare inside to come apart to tear

These visions in my eyes do come like rivers about to overrun

Feed it the darkness; feed it with death, with carrion what it likes best

The temperament like a raging storm and it feels so, so warm

Give it a playtime; let it go, ‘til it settles inside to show

You hold the reigns and still the beast, though it pains ‘til its release 

6/6/13

 

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"Words, Thoughts and my Soul"

 

Sometimes there are words which emotions know not

and emotions which know no words

Sometimes my thoughts do not make into words

and my words don't match my thoughts

The truth of my words knows neither my heart nor my head

when my heart won't listen to my thoughts

So my thoughts scatter down and my soul wears a frown

without words to make sense of these things

 

6/28/13

Lucifer's Locket is a Broken Glass Heart

"Clinging Broken Heart"

It's sticking like the glue that won't release
and each place you grasp, you cling
with hands clutched to your chest
held fast
no breath
It's clinging to you like cement inside
weighing you down, can't fight
with feet stuck in an awful rut
stuck deep
no luck
Crawl across the ground to roll and plead
with this clinging sticky thing, just breathe
the weight of the broken heart
holds you
depart
and keep trying

6/18/13

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"Breaking Glass"

she shatters mirrors
why? you ask
for erasing errors
with her silver flask
she screams at shadows
while breaking glass
to fall from windows
waiting to pass
the feelings onto the ground below
she shatters mirrors
she must, her task
to erase her errors
and make her mask
to hide from shadows
and in the glass
she throws from windows
hoping to pass
her feelings through the air to fall below

6/10/13


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"Give Me a Locket"

ardently, foolery
cannot spell jewelry
nor embrace
crest fallen face
wishful I was
in blackened lace
give me a locket
for my sin
inside a pocket
to keep there in
no illusions to hold
but remnants of old
for a love that never
shall be

3/2/13

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"You Look Like Lucifer"

I think this feeling is treason
a love with no reason
Does my heart jest?
Might wings break from my spine
to offer some correction
or heart burst from my breast
to end this ailment
and bring me flight?
Oh, serpentine whisperer
You look like Lucifer
illusions and light for a crest
Catching me dancing
in this love that's entrancing
deliver me from this unrest

2/20/13

Time Burdens

"Burdens"

Your burdens on your back are glue to you
like tar but drenched in a hue
that resembles a berry wine
They weigh you down and hold you back
to convey now what you lack
with the ability to say you're fine
They feel so heavy, feel like stones
sing a song that sounds like moans
with your burdens burying you
They weigh you down to sink you dead
beneath the ground above your head
those burdens know what to do
they weigh on you
they weigh on you
So peel them off and throw them down
and trample them, do not frown
but step away and raise your arms
With lighter thoughts and freedom songs
you'll walk away from all those wrongs
no need to hear their loud alarms
just walk away
just walk away
they weighed on you too long, I'd say
just walk away

6/10/13



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"Take Your Time"

 

Graze my shoulder, trace my spine

Lay your head against mine

Take me slow, take your time

Darling, you’re in your prime

Like a dance, like we dine

Let our movements intertwine

If we rush it would be a crime

So take me slow, take your time

Mold your mouth against mine

I will hold no caution sign

Take me slow, take your time

Play my body until I chime

There will be no final finish line

Until we count to sixty-nine

Oh, take me slow, oh take your time

Do not rush this upward climb

Like a smooth, rich, perfect wine

Savor every moment we combine

 

6/6/13

You're the Wind

Sometimes we reach out not seeking something we can touch
instead we just reach to feel the wind
knowing that the air will caress around our hands
but never stay for us to hold
Sometimes I wish to use my words to tell you just how much
you've taught me of letting go, but then
I remember you'd never fully understand
if I tried to use words so bold
Sometimes I wonder what would happen if ever I could clutch
you right to my breast wrapped in
where you'd hear my beating heart and
long to fit inside my mold
but I remember you're the wind
and one can't hold onto you

5/31/13

Stutter, Sing and Grow

"Singing Night"

but what of angels' wings
and forlorn songs
where whisperings
float through the night
to caress the trees
and open you
to insightful things?
the inspiration I was seeking
came about within my needing
sitting in the woods and dreaming
might the night upon me singing
wake my soul into it's breathing
and carry me back to me?

5/21/13



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"Sputtering and Stuttering"

what a jumbled mess i am
in streams of thoughts
and paper pans
and holding signs that read no words
but gestures of what
cannot be heard
i am stuttering mentally
sputtering internally
on all this mess
these weary days i am unraveling
but who can say what shall come next?
what a jumbled mess i am
in screams of silence
with thrown up hands
and holding signs that stare back in white
with no words of what
shall ever be heard
i am stuttering mentally
sputtering internally
on all this forsaken mess
these lonely days i've been traveling
but who can say where i will end up next?

5/1/13

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"Grow"

Ashen carpet, darkened days
in rivulets left in the haze
those mournful times now let it be
just a portion of this history
for though the signs be startling
and changed upon and beneath
letting it be and letting it go
just wait for life again to grow

5/23/13

Reaching You in a Tree

"Reaching Out"

My knowledge comes from the edge of my hands
these fingers, not plans
my learning
where beauty and prose
meet purpose; I chose
to learn through reaching
out my hand
to know
the world

5/20/13

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"Cardinal in my Tree"

There was this sight that I did see

Inside the leaves of the willow tree

A flash of red, what else could it be

But a cardinal in my favorite tree?

With feathers of red to catch my eye

And remind me of hopes from by and by

That little bird in my favorite tree

I should like to paint in ink on me

Inside the leaves of the willow tree

To remind me of hope for you and me 

5/13/13

 

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"Be You"

give them a reason to stare
they'll stare anyway
give them a reason to talk
they'll talk anyway
they'll waste their time behind your back
so give them a reason so they won't lack
with things to say
and ways to pray
for your troubled soul they marked as such
and said you have gotten out of touch
and said you have fallen down a hole
and they all pray for your damned soul
give them a reason to stare
they will always stare away
give them a reason to talk
they'll waste time talking all day
but don't you worry your heart now
be who you are now

5/1/13

By: Elizabeth Azpurua


 

Barren Fear

i wish i knew
why my words have failed
and left this place
so barren now
for my silenced heart
has choked on air
that i nearly refused
these lungs

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tearless, not fearless
not weightless
nor free
but mindless in
madness
while now
losing me

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

Tapestry

...there need not be, this apathy
nor this need to come out angrily
like you perceive this sinful thing
when there's no sin inside loving
so shelter your woes and hold your head
while stomping on the words we've said
but better yet, come take our hands
together tightening loving strands
...but you shall carry those battle flags
signs with words that rhyme with rags
like you perceive this sinful thing
where there's no sin inside loving
so shatter your reservations and move on
instead of mocking these folks for wrong
far better is to come take our hands
together tightening loving strands
...for what are these claims and these shouts?
nothing but hate, displays of your inner doubts
like you perceive this sinful thing
when there's no sin inside loving
so shrug off this nonsense upon you now
let go of hurting and reclaim your vow
to love and to take our hands
together tightening loving strands
of this tapestry we all call life

By: Elizabeth Azpurua

Languid Floating

My lips across her shoulder
taste her collar bone
her lashes spell out longing
and say "don't leave me alone"
Her hair is on my shoulder
it intertwines with mine
I fear I am dreaming
please don't give me a sign
I just want to hold her
nearer to me still
and wake with her come morning
laying there until
the words that I will whisper
remind her of our dream
where we were languid floating
in skin colored like cream

By: Elizabeth Azpurua

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

Learn to Fly

He pushed you off the ledge, didn't he?
He flew with you a while, I did see
He became your wings
and your will to fly
Then he left you there to fall and die
I've been on the ledge before, you see
Several men before have pushed me
They gave me wings
so I could fly
Then they left me to fall from the sky
I've been where you are so to speak
falling from heights to make you weak
and still you long for the wings
that held you aloft so long
I've been where you are in a sense
where falling could never recompense
the gift that was those wings
that gave freedom for so long
But darling, you must learn to glide
whether with wings or the strength to survive
there's nothing but air around you
and the threat of the ground below you
so embrace the wind, embrace the sky
and soon you will learn on your own to fly
Stay clear of the ledges and don't look down
someday someone will come around
and fly by you
they'll fly by you
with wings they earned on their own
because they had to

Shiver White Moth

"Paint it White"

Burn my retinas
in a startling white
paint my horizon
and cover that light
the color that comes again
each setting night
and reminds me of a friend
so paint it white
paint it white, white, white
and burn it bright
until finally
I go blind

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"Moths Corrupt"

Too many months and holes appear
the moth ate the clothes hanging here
so little holes let in the cold
let in the light
and now look old
Too many months and moths corrupt

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"Shiver"

Shiver but no cover
no lover, no guide, no guardian
no feather for a pillow filled with stones
no leg to stand upon on your own
Shiver but no shelter
no helper, no friend, never someone
no pitcher for your water to quench your thirst
no one to hold is just the worst
So you shiver and you shake
laying there wide awake
dreaming of a lover or a friend
a helper or a healer a guardian
Shiver on your own because you chose it
Funny how shivering was not your wish

Sorcery

Hold aloft the candle and just let it flicker out
you're the wind in the willows
and the spreading of my doubt
then you cradle me, tenderly
before you let me fall endlessly

Your whispering words from beguiling lips
weave stories 'round me
of truth that does not exist
Brush my hair away softly
with fingers untrustworthy

The hands inside your pockets hide the sin
of stolen love and innocence
you had always hoped to win
Your eyes are hiding sorcery
Your days are numbered over me

Just lock my doors and shut me out
inside your garden blooming in doubt
I shall sit inside these darkened days

Your woven lies and bag of tricks
discarded with blown out candle wicks
testify to the error of your ways

Silently I'll fall endlessly
from your hands of sorcery

By: Elizabeth Azpurua

The Ones You Never Knew

He tells me I'm good lookin'
says he reads my poems
says he loves my hair
says he loves my arms
says he wants to hold me close
expounds upon my dreams
but really he just wants inside these seams

She tells me she loves me so
says she wants to get to know me
says she needs to spend more time
says she needs her family
she doesn't want the doors to close
for all her hopeful dreams
but really she just wants cash to buy her things

She says she's got my back forever
says she'll always stand by me
says no one can take my place
says she tells me everything
says she always wants to stay close
to fulfill all of her dreams
but she never quite says all that she means

He tells me I'm his truest friend
says he loves the weird I am
says he truly gets my life
in ways only that he can
says he will always stay close
still following my dreams
but all he really wants are carnal things

She says she loves me dearly now
says she stands up for my good
says she sees the best in me
saying she's done all she could
says she likes to stay real close
she believes in my dreams
but with a knife in my back shows what she means

He says I'm ever beautiful
says I am going to be his only
says he'll never stray again
he will prove this to me
he just wants to hold me close
to end up in my dreams
but all he wants are his hands beneath these seams

So, they want to strip me bare
and own me as their own
Or take all my money now
and everything I've known
Their knives are in my back
and their voices behind me, too
Saying what they will
while they're saying that they're true
But all I really know now
is what I always knew
The ones you let in close
are often the ones you never knew

My Spoon

Diddle for a diddle, I said 'hey!'
A fiddle for the damned cat to play
Where did the moon go?
The cow wants to know
The dog is still laughing
and he probably knows
where that dish ran away with my spoon
Diddle for a diddle, I don't want to play
Tell the damned cat to just run away
I cannot even see the moon
nor listen to the cow moo
The dog is now barking
for he probably can tell
the dish is going to get hell
Where is my spoon?
Where is my spoon?
Hey, no diddle for a diddle
I'll break the cat's fiddle
The cow can go find her moon
The little dog is dead and the
dish will be soon
for she ran away with my spoon


3/2/13