Banner of Love

Go ahead and cry your Hail Mary
and sprinkle Holy water on me
You can light me up like a Christmas tree
and spread my ashes in a cross for all to see

I might be a martyr or maybe I am
a demon in disguise
I might be an angel or hell, I never said otherwise
but if you think that I am wrong, I will tell you this
I am only a woman in love
memorize the shape of my fist
You can send me straight to hell and pave my way in stones
you had already used on all of my windows
I don't care who you think I am supposed to be
I am just a woman no matter what you name me

Go ahead and throw salt on me
paint a cross over all that my eyes see
You can light me up like a Christmas tree
and spread my ashes out to get them on their knees

I might be a martyr or maybe I am
a demon in disguise
I might be an angel or hell, I never said otherwise
but if you think that I am wrong, I will tell you this
I am only a woman in love
memorize the shape of my fist
You can send me straight to hell and pave my way in stones
you had already used on all of my windows
I don't care who you think I am supposed to be
I am just a woman no matter what you name me

And I will stand here with my banner of love
I will be waving my banner of peace above
Go ahead and scream at me to turn from my wicked ways
for loving who you think I shouldn't in your set in ways
But damned if I do, damned if I don't
I am professing what you won't
Love is the meaning, the answer and the truth
and I don't need your accusations as proof

I might be a martyr or maybe I am
a demon in disguise
I might be an angel or hell, I never said otherwise
but if you think that I am wrong, I will tell you this
I am only a woman in love
memorize the shape of my fist
You can send me straight to hell and pave my way in stones
you had already used on all of my windows
I don't care who you think I am supposed to be
I am just a woman no matter what you name me

by Elizabeth Azpurua

Christmas Poems

"The Reason"

'Tis the season to be jolly
with garlands and with holly
with boughs of evergreen and the smell of cinnamon
You ring in the new year with the ending of a season
a season in which we all give
It's the music and the laughter
the joys and the here after
the tales you tell of Christmas past
It's the giving of the season and the knowing what's the reason
It's not Mr. Saint Nicholas himself
No, not that jolly old elf
It's a baby born so long ago
in a stable that we'll never know
Oh, so humble in the starting
to carry such a following
and though it was not around yuletide
we still celebrate it at this time
It's become a day for sharing and merry making
A day for love and for joy
It's not boxes of shiny wrappings or toys or silly gifts
Oh, it is far, far more than all of this
We all celebrate for different reasons and hold to our unique traditions
We all hold onto our inner child
So, be happy and be merry and wish tidings of great joy
for the birth of a Savior, a sweet innocent young boy


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"Christmas Wish"

I wish each Christmas for the same thing
Have I found it ever beneath the tree?
No, it's a magical thing never wrapped
and once you find it there's no turning back
Christmas, oh Christmas, I wish every time
and hold in my heart visions of the divine
Since I was little I wanted one thing
but it's never found beneath the tree
It won't be presented in ribbons or bows
and it's coming, well, no one knows
Christmas, oh Christmas, you come once a year
perhaps this time, my wish shall be clear

By Elizabeth Azpurua