"Today..."
it's all bullets and shrapnel
a broken oasis in the wind
it's teatime in London
but here it feels like summer's end
it's when freedom is fading
and ghosts are singing songs
and the lullaby I used to hum
sounds fake
it's all rainbows and cupcakes
where you play by the sea
it's bedtime in Brooklyn
but for me it's all plasic trees
it's when daydreams are ending
and birds are cursing songs
and the lullabies I used to sing
sound foolish
it's war songs and battle gear
a forgotten horizon on the run
it's breakfast in Paris
but for me it's a battle just begun
it's my dreams that are fading
and the woodpecker laughs along
and that lullaby I once sang
sounds dumb
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"Bringing Rain"
you left a hurricane in your wake when you rode out on false intentions
now you say you're bringing rain back, but I wanted flowers too
you stole the beauty out of the petals and painted bleak across the ground
and now you say you're bringing rain here, but I want some color too
you destroyed the lush garden in my existance and started flames up here
and now you say you're bringing rain to help, but I want livery
you caused the wind to take my hope into a whirlwind of magical escape
now you say you're bringing rain to replenish what you had once stole away
I want some flowers in many colors, livery of hope to spring up from me
don't just come bringing rain unless it's raining down for me
3/28/10
By elizabeth azpurua
Monday, March 29, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Playing Prepared Us for Love
Leapfrog
over and over and over
like children in puddles
who stomp
and silly like
cotton candy and rhyming
and jump rope
and tic-tac-toe
it's fever and frolic
and hiding with seeking
and jogging around
for a romp
tisking and tasking
and red rover asking
it's like childhood on repeat
and tag in the woods
it's playful and silly
and thrown in the grass
hopscotch
and marbles and sandbox love
it's marshmellows roasting
and water balloons
it's tickle fights
and sleepovers
and tug-o-war
like campfire songs
and birthday cakes
it's magic in sugary treats
sandcastles
and mountains made out of mud
it's kites, and bikes, and swings
like childhood on repeat
and lessons we learned
that's what prepares us for love
the silly, the summers, the days after school
the playgrounds and backyards
and breaking of rules
it's like snowballs and children
who leap off of slides
and tackle each other in wildflowers
we were all playing at love
and learning joy
By Elizabeth Azpurua 3/26/10
over and over and over
like children in puddles
who stomp
and silly like
cotton candy and rhyming
and jump rope
and tic-tac-toe
it's fever and frolic
and hiding with seeking
and jogging around
for a romp
tisking and tasking
and red rover asking
it's like childhood on repeat
and tag in the woods
it's playful and silly
and thrown in the grass
hopscotch
and marbles and sandbox love
it's marshmellows roasting
and water balloons
it's tickle fights
and sleepovers
and tug-o-war
like campfire songs
and birthday cakes
it's magic in sugary treats
sandcastles
and mountains made out of mud
it's kites, and bikes, and swings
like childhood on repeat
and lessons we learned
that's what prepares us for love
the silly, the summers, the days after school
the playgrounds and backyards
and breaking of rules
it's like snowballs and children
who leap off of slides
and tackle each other in wildflowers
we were all playing at love
and learning joy
By Elizabeth Azpurua 3/26/10
Friday, March 26, 2010
A Reaching Bird that Flies and Sings in the Sky Towards You
"Fingerprints in the Sky"
Caught feeling like falling but needing the ledge
and wanting my feet to fly from the edge
The moments I spent trying to reach the sky
left fingerprints on the clouds that roll by
Elizabeth Azpurua
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She is reaching and climbing and dancing along and found her muse in the words to a song; she carried the feeling and planted a tree that turned into birdsnests that sang for no fee. Her hope is a masterpeice, musical lore; she tells the tale often and lets the birds soar.
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"Those Eyes...."
Harbinger of mercy
Master of light
Creator of my desires
in the dark of the night
Reflection in deep pools
King of my heart
Fighting for my salvation
like it's an art
Blue eyes in the memory
Deep though they go
Brings out all the wanting
to watch my soul grow
Brighter than lightning
Vaster than the sky
My soul just keeps reaching
Towards you
8/21/09
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I'm the bird at the back of the flock in the sky
the one thats flying alone up high
tries to catch up and the wind blows strong
keeps on going and follows along
Elizabeth Azpurua
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Hope is a living, breathing, dreaming sort of thing; without constant hoping you are a dying lonesome dream. But what is your hope ever bringing to your dream but a constant ever longing for a living sort of thing?
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All Written by Elizabeth Azpurua
Caught feeling like falling but needing the ledge
and wanting my feet to fly from the edge
The moments I spent trying to reach the sky
left fingerprints on the clouds that roll by
Elizabeth Azpurua
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She is reaching and climbing and dancing along and found her muse in the words to a song; she carried the feeling and planted a tree that turned into birdsnests that sang for no fee. Her hope is a masterpeice, musical lore; she tells the tale often and lets the birds soar.
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"Those Eyes...."
Harbinger of mercy
Master of light
Creator of my desires
in the dark of the night
Reflection in deep pools
King of my heart
Fighting for my salvation
like it's an art
Blue eyes in the memory
Deep though they go
Brings out all the wanting
to watch my soul grow
Brighter than lightning
Vaster than the sky
My soul just keeps reaching
Towards you
8/21/09
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I'm the bird at the back of the flock in the sky
the one thats flying alone up high
tries to catch up and the wind blows strong
keeps on going and follows along
Elizabeth Azpurua
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Hope is a living, breathing, dreaming sort of thing; without constant hoping you are a dying lonesome dream. But what is your hope ever bringing to your dream but a constant ever longing for a living sort of thing?
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All Written by Elizabeth Azpurua
Vengence
Vengence
is wishing the knife were longer
and stronger
is fighting yourself with light
and dancing in the sun is like
tossing it all in the air
but raindrops cease
the air's release
and I am fighting for
vengence
and nothing for more
and bright comes along
like making the morning glow
and breaking the day
is what I was trying to do
but vengence
is wishing the fight were longer
and stronger
is like fighting yourself at night
and dancing in the moon is like
tossing it all to the stars
but we all cease
to dream with ease
and I am fighting for
vengence
and nothing for more
and night comes along
like making the world broken
and breaking the day
is what i was tring to do
in vengence
By elizabeth azpurua 11/29/09
is wishing the knife were longer
and stronger
is fighting yourself with light
and dancing in the sun is like
tossing it all in the air
but raindrops cease
the air's release
and I am fighting for
vengence
and nothing for more
and bright comes along
like making the morning glow
and breaking the day
is what I was trying to do
but vengence
is wishing the fight were longer
and stronger
is like fighting yourself at night
and dancing in the moon is like
tossing it all to the stars
but we all cease
to dream with ease
and I am fighting for
vengence
and nothing for more
and night comes along
like making the world broken
and breaking the day
is what i was tring to do
in vengence
By elizabeth azpurua 11/29/09
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Paint the Horizon White
There's a storm
on the wind
battle shield and sword
with a name
and paint
the
horizon
white
make a marker
at the ending
take away the word
uttered here
on the
edge of my
horizon
broken
storm
and lightning
and caged
in chains to the meaning
of the endings marked
by my mistake
vast and senseless
to be scarred
by the
cruel and
undesirable
echoes
of
thunder
Take my shield
Take the name
Take the hope within the rains
and break
all the windows
shattering
glass
on the
floors
of
life
and spark the clouds
my name in them
and erase the space by the wind
to end a war of stormy skies
paint
the
horizon
white
and colorless this emptiness
between the thunderclaps
for the name
on the tip
of the wind's tongue
is wrong
it caused the storm
again
By Elizabeth Azpurua on 7/15/09
on the wind
battle shield and sword
with a name
and paint
the
horizon
white
make a marker
at the ending
take away the word
uttered here
on the
edge of my
horizon
broken
storm
and lightning
and caged
in chains to the meaning
of the endings marked
by my mistake
vast and senseless
to be scarred
by the
cruel and
undesirable
echoes
of
thunder
Take my shield
Take the name
Take the hope within the rains
and break
all the windows
shattering
glass
on the
floors
of
life
and spark the clouds
my name in them
and erase the space by the wind
to end a war of stormy skies
paint
the
horizon
white
and colorless this emptiness
between the thunderclaps
for the name
on the tip
of the wind's tongue
is wrong
it caused the storm
again
By Elizabeth Azpurua on 7/15/09
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Truth
black midnight falls upon the air
like cotton drenched in ink
where the smells seems wrong
and you forget you can blink
got the mystery in my hands
and it's hurting
like a blade cutting flesh
from me
silver edged and blue bejeweled
takes the moment like a clock breaking
where the hands tick backwards
and you fear the screeching
know the mystery buried somewhere
but it's daunting
like you feel overwhelmed
and used
but I understand the time guarded gates
and I know that they're not golden
everything is something else down here
and to Him we are beholden
until the mysteries are solved
it's confusing
like you feel yourself fall
from high
well I want the rainbows to become portals
take me where clouds are a palace in the night
since everything I feel is drenched in sorrow
and I can only write
that the mystery is guarded
it's all fleeting
when you try to catch
the truth
black shadows become my hope
and the silver spiders carry thoughts away
well nothing here is worth a penny there
and I don't like the sunny day
where it feels a prison
you're not leaving
if you try to run
you'll drown
so the mystery remains in a cloak
like that soldier in disguise you heard of
well don't worry nothing is being solved
you don't need all that above
it's all a mystery anyway
no sharing
you should follow the sheep
to die
By Elizabeth Azpurua 2/15/10
like cotton drenched in ink
where the smells seems wrong
and you forget you can blink
got the mystery in my hands
and it's hurting
like a blade cutting flesh
from me
silver edged and blue bejeweled
takes the moment like a clock breaking
where the hands tick backwards
and you fear the screeching
know the mystery buried somewhere
but it's daunting
like you feel overwhelmed
and used
but I understand the time guarded gates
and I know that they're not golden
everything is something else down here
and to Him we are beholden
until the mysteries are solved
it's confusing
like you feel yourself fall
from high
well I want the rainbows to become portals
take me where clouds are a palace in the night
since everything I feel is drenched in sorrow
and I can only write
that the mystery is guarded
it's all fleeting
when you try to catch
the truth
black shadows become my hope
and the silver spiders carry thoughts away
well nothing here is worth a penny there
and I don't like the sunny day
where it feels a prison
you're not leaving
if you try to run
you'll drown
so the mystery remains in a cloak
like that soldier in disguise you heard of
well don't worry nothing is being solved
you don't need all that above
it's all a mystery anyway
no sharing
you should follow the sheep
to die
By Elizabeth Azpurua 2/15/10
Monday, March 22, 2010
Without Umbrellas
"Without Umbrellas"
He is looking for the gem in the bottom of a bucket
he forgot to fill
She is trying to make the guilty feel sorry for her loss
she has caused herself
And we are all watching and we wait on the train to crash
which we are riding on
And no one ever thinks to question their reasons knowing
that they are all wrong
So what's the point?
And what's the meaning to our strife?
And why complain?
We all stand out in the rain
without umbrellas
and then cry when we get wet
He is building up a castle with the sand that he collects
down by the shore
She is putting on the masks and playing pretty with the
toys that look like her
And we are laughing as we all are tumbling right over the edge
we carved in stone
And no one pauses when they see the bottom rushing up to face
them and it's not their home
So what's the point?
What is the meaning to our lives?
And why complain?
We are standing out in the rain
without umbrellas
and then cry when we get wet
Somebody better wise up and put their walls up
and build a damn roof
Somebody better quit complaining and start the draining
of the flooded floors below
and quit the crying
it's our fault for standing in the rain
and stop the whining
we have no umbrellas, why complain?
He is running while his legs have been tied to a tree
that he planted
And she is laughing at this girl who is falling down
as she sees the mirror
And we collide inside of trains because we never bothered
to escape
So what's the point?
We take two steps and then three back
What's the meaning?
There's no point to crying when we lack
the sense to do it right
Don't stand out in the rain unless you want
to get wet tonight
Don't worry about me
I'm wearing rain boots
originally written on 10/25/09 by elizabeth azpurua
He is looking for the gem in the bottom of a bucket
he forgot to fill
She is trying to make the guilty feel sorry for her loss
she has caused herself
And we are all watching and we wait on the train to crash
which we are riding on
And no one ever thinks to question their reasons knowing
that they are all wrong
So what's the point?
And what's the meaning to our strife?
And why complain?
We all stand out in the rain
without umbrellas
and then cry when we get wet
He is building up a castle with the sand that he collects
down by the shore
She is putting on the masks and playing pretty with the
toys that look like her
And we are laughing as we all are tumbling right over the edge
we carved in stone
And no one pauses when they see the bottom rushing up to face
them and it's not their home
So what's the point?
What is the meaning to our lives?
And why complain?
We are standing out in the rain
without umbrellas
and then cry when we get wet
Somebody better wise up and put their walls up
and build a damn roof
Somebody better quit complaining and start the draining
of the flooded floors below
and quit the crying
it's our fault for standing in the rain
and stop the whining
we have no umbrellas, why complain?
He is running while his legs have been tied to a tree
that he planted
And she is laughing at this girl who is falling down
as she sees the mirror
And we collide inside of trains because we never bothered
to escape
So what's the point?
We take two steps and then three back
What's the meaning?
There's no point to crying when we lack
the sense to do it right
Don't stand out in the rain unless you want
to get wet tonight
Don't worry about me
I'm wearing rain boots
originally written on 10/25/09 by elizabeth azpurua
No One is Home
dark painted wood to cover up
the spaces you could lay
but the streets are always wrong
and the cars are in the way
too many stairs to floors unknown
and the windows always call
but I fight the carpet beneath me
and I never leap before I fall
the roads are twisted all around me
sideways they seem to run
and I never find the ending
and the search is never fun
when the willows used to guide me
now they turned into rabbits
I can't find the treasure I seek
but I don't want to break my habits
all the faces shake their heads
and they never know your name
and I keep on asking questions
but I don't wanna play this game
too many rooms with oddball numbers
the doors will never open now
and my fist might break upon them
but I need to see inside somehow
all the beds remain unmade left alone
it's all abandoned in these walls
and you're no where sleeping there
and you never hear my calls
if I search and break an entry
dogs all signal I am here
I don't want to end up the burglar
but I feel that you are near
It's all sorrow in the searching
empty homes in a neighborhood
where the folks who never look right
they never say anything good
I am turning up empty handed
there's no answers in gray halls
the doors are always locked
I am met be cruel pitfalls
the carpet is cold and barren
and the windows laugh at me
the beds are never made
and the pictures are glaring
no one is home
no one is home
I search and search but no one is home
but I hate to walk away from love
and I wish I could find your home
the spaces you could lay
but the streets are always wrong
and the cars are in the way
too many stairs to floors unknown
and the windows always call
but I fight the carpet beneath me
and I never leap before I fall
the roads are twisted all around me
sideways they seem to run
and I never find the ending
and the search is never fun
when the willows used to guide me
now they turned into rabbits
I can't find the treasure I seek
but I don't want to break my habits
all the faces shake their heads
and they never know your name
and I keep on asking questions
but I don't wanna play this game
too many rooms with oddball numbers
the doors will never open now
and my fist might break upon them
but I need to see inside somehow
all the beds remain unmade left alone
it's all abandoned in these walls
and you're no where sleeping there
and you never hear my calls
if I search and break an entry
dogs all signal I am here
I don't want to end up the burglar
but I feel that you are near
It's all sorrow in the searching
empty homes in a neighborhood
where the folks who never look right
they never say anything good
I am turning up empty handed
there's no answers in gray halls
the doors are always locked
I am met be cruel pitfalls
the carpet is cold and barren
and the windows laugh at me
the beds are never made
and the pictures are glaring
no one is home
no one is home
I search and search but no one is home
but I hate to walk away from love
and I wish I could find your home
A Sad Poem: "Little Boy"
"Little Boy"
Little boy who dances
not the drummer from the song
This one stands tall, head high, all wrong
He never got a chance
Little boy who answers
pleads a favor of the strong
but this one fails, and breaks, all wrong
She never had the answer
It's a tragedy
But who's to blame
The dream giver or dreamer
or the one who ran away?
Little boy who reaches
not so young this time around
asks for nothing but the impossible ground
to carry her feet
Little boy who understood
all the pain and the let downs
knowing the miles of ground
would never make her bleed
It's a tragedy
But who's to blame
The dream giver or dreamer
or the one who ran away?
Her failing and breaking make it all wrong
And who can cross the distance
To save a boy without a chance?
It's a tragedy
But who's to blame
The dream giver or dreamer
or the one who ran away?
or the one who ran away?
Little boy who dances
not the drummer from the song
This one stands tall, head high, all wrong
He never got a chance
Little boy who answers
pleads a favor of the strong
but this one fails, and breaks, all wrong
She never had the answer
Only the dreamer
She was only the dreamer
Such a tragedy
And who's to blame?
The dream giver or the one
the one who ran away?
I originally wrote this on 12/9/09
by Elizabeth Azpurua
The Fool
"Fool"
its all the same
and the same is the same is the same
and the pain is the pain; am I to blame?
I might be the blame
but God, why oh why
do the stars refuse to shoot across my sky?
and the moment I can't breathe before I die
and then I die
might have been you
might have been true, oh so true, so true
and I refuse to be put out there by you
I can't refuse you
but God, why oh why
does my heart refuse to cry? take my eyes
and take my soul and let me lie here, die
leave me here to die
where music is cruel
and where love makes of me a fool
and where I'm proud to say that I'm a fool
oh yes, it's cruel
but I'm the fool
aren't we all?
over love, all over love
its all the same
and the same will be the same forever same
and I know I'm the fool who takes the blame
I take the blame
because I'm to blame
fool in love, in love
pained by love
2/2/10
by Elizabeth Azpurua
3/6/10
its all the same
and the same is the same is the same
and the pain is the pain; am I to blame?
I might be the blame
but God, why oh why
do the stars refuse to shoot across my sky?
and the moment I can't breathe before I die
and then I die
might have been you
might have been true, oh so true, so true
and I refuse to be put out there by you
I can't refuse you
but God, why oh why
does my heart refuse to cry? take my eyes
and take my soul and let me lie here, die
leave me here to die
where music is cruel
and where love makes of me a fool
and where I'm proud to say that I'm a fool
oh yes, it's cruel
but I'm the fool
aren't we all?
over love, all over love
its all the same
and the same will be the same forever same
and I know I'm the fool who takes the blame
I take the blame
because I'm to blame
fool in love, in love
pained by love
2/2/10
by Elizabeth Azpurua
3/6/10
Airplane
She was going to take an airplane
to change her future
and to lift her heart on wings
She was going to take an airplane
to right a wrong
and to allow her heart to sing
But planes can go up in flames
just like love built upon lies
She was going to take an airplane
to make music in her head
and to let her heart carry her to peace
She was going to take an airplane
to fight away the frowns
and to let her heart and love be at ease
But planes can go up in flames
just like love built upon lies
Every coin, penny, nickel and dime
set aside for a fancy plane ride
to end her troubles and woes
and take away the sorrows
Every coin, penny, nickel and dime
spent elsewhere because that plane ride
never happened, never flew, never left
because hopes come and go for what's best
Planes can go up in flames
just like love built upon lies
She was going to take an airplane
and she was dreaming of the coast
and dreaming of the hope
never wanting to let go
She was going to take an airplane
and she was reaching out to hope
so she could wake up and she'd know
but now she'll never, ever go
now she'll never, ever know
Planes go up in flames
like love built on lies
Watch them fly away
and wave and say goodbye
by elizabeth azpurua orginally written on 2/10/10
Flying Solo Unperturbed
"Unperturbed"
High walls and faces all around
voices crashing against my ears
and it's cold in here
Your voice so sure beside me now
and your warmth is making me calm
and your eyes draw a smile
and your freckles make me grin
I shiver a tad and you notice, you do
and your jean jacket finds its way to my arms
and I'm wrapped in your scent
and held by your warmth
and we're the only two in this room
No one will notice while lost in their world
and I won't let this stark room dismay
while I have the warmth of your unperturbed smile
and your jacket becomes my shield
keeps everything else at bay
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"Flying Solo"
I want to race the world on
swift wings home
to catch the birds
and dance
within the moments that
could pass me by
I want to grab his hand
and tell him I no longer need
his wind to guide my
pathway home
for I alone will fly from here
and fly my flight alone
by Elizabeth Azpurua
High walls and faces all around
voices crashing against my ears
and it's cold in here
Your voice so sure beside me now
and your warmth is making me calm
and your eyes draw a smile
and your freckles make me grin
I shiver a tad and you notice, you do
and your jean jacket finds its way to my arms
and I'm wrapped in your scent
and held by your warmth
and we're the only two in this room
No one will notice while lost in their world
and I won't let this stark room dismay
while I have the warmth of your unperturbed smile
and your jacket becomes my shield
keeps everything else at bay
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"Flying Solo"
I want to race the world on
swift wings home
to catch the birds
and dance
within the moments that
could pass me by
I want to grab his hand
and tell him I no longer need
his wind to guide my
pathway home
for I alone will fly from here
and fly my flight alone
by Elizabeth Azpurua
Fly Catcher Boy
Livid you have made me
am I not so pretty to you?
Is there something in my countenance you fear?
Is there a reason you don't want
to sit down beside me now
and tell me pretty tales?
So you think that I must be lesser than
not greater than the others that
have graced your presence often?
What has happened to my grace and charm
that has made you shrink back and say those words?
Like I'm unemotional
or a robot
did you think it wouldn't hurt?
So stand there looking smug while I know
that all you are is a jerk with a face
carved by angels being daft
and so sit and I'll turn around and walk away and
maybe flip my hair so you'll recall what all the other's knew
I'll leave thinking I am just too much for you
and you can stand there looking like a fool
and catch flies in your mouth
by elizabeth azpurua originally on 3/1/10
am I not so pretty to you?
Is there something in my countenance you fear?
Is there a reason you don't want
to sit down beside me now
and tell me pretty tales?
So you think that I must be lesser than
not greater than the others that
have graced your presence often?
What has happened to my grace and charm
that has made you shrink back and say those words?
Like I'm unemotional
or a robot
did you think it wouldn't hurt?
So stand there looking smug while I know
that all you are is a jerk with a face
carved by angels being daft
and so sit and I'll turn around and walk away and
maybe flip my hair so you'll recall what all the other's knew
I'll leave thinking I am just too much for you
and you can stand there looking like a fool
and catch flies in your mouth
by elizabeth azpurua originally on 3/1/10
Sunday, March 21, 2010
The City Takes You Away
Profound was the moon when I was young and I wished for blue
blue, blue moon
Profound that north star
always bright for me it was
bright, bright star
Now the sky is different
and the lights are dimming here
too many glitters from the city
takes you away
away from me
Profound was the land when I was young
and I dreamed in greens
green, green trees
Profound was the mountains
stretching out in fantasies
so high, high mountains
But now the land is different
crowded little homes all dotted there
too many people from the city
takes you away
away from me
Got to battle the foes who come by
and take all the pains I must survive
no matter the wars in distant countries
you are the hero of my dreams
you've been the hero in my dreams
Profound was the moon when I was young
always dreamed of it in blue to wish upon
blue, blue moon
and it's all changed now
it's all changed now
blame the city now
Got to battle the foes who come my way
and take the wounds and keep on fighting
no matter the wars in distant countries
you are the hero for me
you are the hero for me
even though everything's changing
by elizabeth azpurua
blue, blue moon
Profound that north star
always bright for me it was
bright, bright star
Now the sky is different
and the lights are dimming here
too many glitters from the city
takes you away
away from me
Profound was the land when I was young
and I dreamed in greens
green, green trees
Profound was the mountains
stretching out in fantasies
so high, high mountains
But now the land is different
crowded little homes all dotted there
too many people from the city
takes you away
away from me
Got to battle the foes who come by
and take all the pains I must survive
no matter the wars in distant countries
you are the hero of my dreams
you've been the hero in my dreams
Profound was the moon when I was young
always dreamed of it in blue to wish upon
blue, blue moon
and it's all changed now
it's all changed now
blame the city now
Got to battle the foes who come my way
and take the wounds and keep on fighting
no matter the wars in distant countries
you are the hero for me
you are the hero for me
even though everything's changing
by elizabeth azpurua
Crimson Firefly
scarlet tangles of rivers weave
a tale across the lighted floors
a miracle of modern day
a marvel blooming set aloft
set deeper in the grain of wood
and hold the place in hope's cavern
break out the night a little soon
and paint the stars across
make a memory crimson red
and set to sparkle horefrost
a firefly within the echoing
and toss the flames upon their heads
to steal the visions in their eyes
fly away, fly and carry golden beams
the favor of the muse in hand
a celebration of being free
by Elizabeth Azpurua
a tale across the lighted floors
a miracle of modern day
a marvel blooming set aloft
set deeper in the grain of wood
and hold the place in hope's cavern
break out the night a little soon
and paint the stars across
make a memory crimson red
and set to sparkle horefrost
a firefly within the echoing
and toss the flames upon their heads
to steal the visions in their eyes
fly away, fly and carry golden beams
the favor of the muse in hand
a celebration of being free
by Elizabeth Azpurua
Bullet and Arrow
Like an arrow shoot it forward and let it fly into the night; no one catches no one catches
it's not right
Like a bullet and you're leaping just to put your heart into it; take the pain and take the pain and
its not working
It's hurting, and hurting and you bleed
again
let it hurt and let it out and then you plead
again
Like an arrow soaring over and you watch it slip away; no one sees it no one sees it
that's not right
Like a bullet and you feel as you place your bones through it; feeling pain and feeling pain
and pain and no
it's not ending
It's aching and hurting and you're breaking as you die
again
it's so breaking as you bleed and then you roll over and die
again
It's so uselss you think you know it
You think you figured it out
no
It's so pointless you tried to find it
Thought you had gotten but
it's over
Like an arrow into your heart it is making you bleed out now
the bullet you jumped towards is cutting away at you
Take the moment you should have thought
but no
You can't take back the mark
and so
Scarred forever
Like an arrow shoot it forward and let it fly into the night; no one catches no one catches
it's not right
Like a bullet and you're leaping just to put your heart into it; take the pain and take the pain and
its not working
It's hurting, and hurting and you bleed
again
let it hurt and let it out and then you plead
again
and it never ends
it never ends
By Elizabeth Azpurua
it's not right
Like a bullet and you're leaping just to put your heart into it; take the pain and take the pain and
its not working
It's hurting, and hurting and you bleed
again
let it hurt and let it out and then you plead
again
Like an arrow soaring over and you watch it slip away; no one sees it no one sees it
that's not right
Like a bullet and you feel as you place your bones through it; feeling pain and feeling pain
and pain and no
it's not ending
It's aching and hurting and you're breaking as you die
again
it's so breaking as you bleed and then you roll over and die
again
It's so uselss you think you know it
You think you figured it out
no
It's so pointless you tried to find it
Thought you had gotten but
it's over
Like an arrow into your heart it is making you bleed out now
the bullet you jumped towards is cutting away at you
Take the moment you should have thought
but no
You can't take back the mark
and so
Scarred forever
Like an arrow shoot it forward and let it fly into the night; no one catches no one catches
it's not right
Like a bullet and you're leaping just to put your heart into it; take the pain and take the pain and
its not working
It's hurting, and hurting and you bleed
again
let it hurt and let it out and then you plead
again
and it never ends
it never ends
By Elizabeth Azpurua
Wolf
Undaunted is my pathways left behind
trails of snowy winter white
and not a second glance look back
for I am movement
ever gone
Take the wild and wintery flame
that burns behind these window panes
my eyes are secrets towards a place
unlike this new one
where dunes speak
I am the wolf in the lions den
and they are bright and fiery men
yet I remain the wild undaunted stealth
to move within the forest depths
Undaunted I in movement stalk
like a metal solider on his walk
all clad in white a dance of grace
below the snow twisted skies
this my home
I am the wolf in the lions den
The exotic fire in arid worlds of men
yet I remain the wild undaunted stealth
who moved within the forest depths
once long ago that place I roamed
a world of ice
not sand, nor stone
I am the wolf in the lions den
and wear my fur like a fingerprint
and they in golden gleaming gilded fire
know forests hide me
undaunted wild
~ By Elizabeth Azpurua
trails of snowy winter white
and not a second glance look back
for I am movement
ever gone
Take the wild and wintery flame
that burns behind these window panes
my eyes are secrets towards a place
unlike this new one
where dunes speak
I am the wolf in the lions den
and they are bright and fiery men
yet I remain the wild undaunted stealth
to move within the forest depths
Undaunted I in movement stalk
like a metal solider on his walk
all clad in white a dance of grace
below the snow twisted skies
this my home
I am the wolf in the lions den
The exotic fire in arid worlds of men
yet I remain the wild undaunted stealth
who moved within the forest depths
once long ago that place I roamed
a world of ice
not sand, nor stone
I am the wolf in the lions den
and wear my fur like a fingerprint
and they in golden gleaming gilded fire
know forests hide me
undaunted wild
~ By Elizabeth Azpurua
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