Building Wall

"Building"

Rip out my hair
pluck out these eyes
pull off my lips
in one loud sigh
tear out my heart
and break me apart
silence the feeling
building

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"Building Wall"

A building wall
a building dam
a space stacked high by worn out hands
I cannot be
the one behind
but stand upon and stare out wide
Oh, who shall know if I shall jump?
I shall build but shall I want?
I wish the wall to tumble down
yet wish it hold it all up now
Oh, building wall
a building dam
a space stacked by my worn out hands
I cannot be
the one behind
I'll stand upon with arms out wide
and if the wall shall tumble down
I'll stay within the ruins now

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"Wall"

Beyond the stones are things I do not know
A future that itself won't be made shown
I hear the whispers behind the stones
They prophecy of all that might be known
Beyond the stones of the wall so high
A future lays that I may realize
I hear the whispers often turn to cries
Wanting me to start the climb
Reaching up and taking hold
The wall is blocking all foretold
Beyond the stones are things I do not know
A future that itself won't be made shown
I wish to see beyond the wall someday
To stifle the cries beyond the stones

By: Elizabeth Azpurua

Singing The Wrong Moon Song

Sitting here alone on the floor beside my bed

My thoughts are claiming victims in my head

All about the stillness inside this room

Is illuminated by the moon

I said to my lover I will be returning soon

I lied again beneath the winter moon

I said to my lover I will be singing our tune

But I sang a different song under the moon

It goes like: “I’m a sightless sorter

With a profound disorder

Everything without order

I am holding at the border

All the things like a hoarder

Buried deep in the mortar”

Sitting here by my bedside table on the floor

I have oft been called words that rhyme with door

All about the stillness inside of this little room

Is illuminating all the lies under my moon

I promised my lover I would be returning soon

I deceived again underneath the winter moon

I said to my lover I will always sing our tune

But I sang a different song under the moon

It sounds like: “I’m a sightless sorter

With a profound disorder

Everything without order

I am holding at the border

All the things like a hoarder

Buried deep in the mortar

All my victims piled up high

Like a macabre wall to the sky

I just like leaving them to die

Let ‘em all hang out to dry

They ask why; I don’t know why

I just like to hear them cry”

My room is lonely and it’s silent

Some say I should just repent

If I did I’d feel I’m sorry

But, I know that I’m not sorry

I promised my lover I would be returning soon

I deceived again underneath the winter moon

I said to my lover I will always sing our tune

But I sang a different song under the moon

It sounds like: “I’m a sightless sorter

With a profound disorder

Everything without order

I am holding at the border

All the things like a hoarder

Buried deep in the mortar

All my victims piled up high

Like a macabre wall to the sky

I just like leaving them to die

Let ‘em all hang out to dry

They ask why; I don’t know why

I just like to hear them cry”

Sitting by the window on this floor

The moon is calling me a whore

I may not know what I did it for

I just know I’ve done this before

Promising lovers I’d come home soon

Leave them alone beneath their moon

I promise them I’ll sing their tune

Just so I can sing beneath another moon

Singing songs like “I’m a sightless sorter

With a profound disorder

Everything without order

I am holding at the border

All the things like a hoarder

Buried deep in the mortar

All my victims piled up high

Like a macabre wall to the sky

I just like leaving them to die

Let ‘em all hang out to dry

They ask why; I don’t know why

I just like to hear them cry

I’m a sightless sorter

With a profound disorder

I like walls made of torture

I hold them at the border

Pile them high like a hoarder

Buried deep in the mortar

All my victims way up high

Like a macabre wall to the sky

I sit to watch them die

Beneath a moonlit sky

I can’t tell you why

I just like to hear them cry”

by: Elizabeth Azpurua

Silenced Deep Down

"Deep Down"

One of these days

I’m going to explode

I don’t want to be here

When I battle against them

All of their chains upon me

All of their walls around me

They want to shun me now

Stuff me into a hole deep down

All of the illusionists there

They don’t happen to care

Where they spin their tales

Pervasive; hearts have failed

One of these days

I’m going to erupt

I don’t want to be here

When I wage war against them

All of their ropes upon me

And their fortress around me

They want to shut me out

Stuff me into a hole deep down

Saying I am an ailment in their side

Like a poison dart I’m opening wide

All of their false and wrong insides

Tell me why must we all hide?

Let it all out – I’m erupting

Time to call out this farce

Here I go now – exploding

Level them out; it’s sparse

Nothing left now that’s false

Bury ‘em down…

Or they will stuff me in hole deep down

1/9/15 

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“Silenced Songbird”

Am I diseased or crazy?

Perhaps I’m mad and touched

They never want to hear me

Tell me stand there and hush

They want to marvel at my beauty

But I mustn’t make a sound

When did it happen that the songbird

Cannot sing aloud?

Struck with envy

Struck with greed

They are yanking feathers off of me

And they want me – never freed

To be silent

Am I diseased or crazy?

Perhaps I’m a fool for all of them

They never want to hear me

They want me beautifully broken

I should like to sing so loud their ears bleed

They are sick with envy corrupted by greed

Plucking my feathers one by one

I am through with silence

I am done

1/14/15

By: Elizabeth Azpurua

Discarded

Battling loneliness like a ghost

With a scepter of cobwebs

Wishing for all I wanted most

But never to have it

I was discarded 

Swallow me up into silence 

Burn out my eyes

With those goodbyes 

Saturate my irrelevance 

Stifle my cries

With silent lies 

All of me lives within silence 

Discarded 

By: Elizabeth Azpurua 

10/13/14

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

Stalactites and Bones

I sometimes ache for you until I'm sure

my soul has broken bones

from attempting to flee the confines 

of my body and seek you in

some astral realm

I sometimes long for you until I'm sure

my heart has grown stalactites 

from dripping emotions this long

unable to find you and hold you

where I know you belong

By Elizabeth Azpurua 

From: "Elegy of Metaphors"

"Volcanic Butterflies"

like fire lights inside chasms of burnt orange

melodic, transcending; sunrise in a whirlwind

escape; freethinking with a notion of cynicism and fault

take it back, cardinal, and give a new face to the ashes here

volcanic and incredible

wishing on sunlit skies, jetted by, and passing strange

this masquerade of ours

erupting into a molten mess of monarch butterflies

tinged in burnt orange and black

fly away and take wing into the sea of setting suns

volcanic was the ending

and from that, the island sprung

From: "Elegy of Metaphors"

the ebook of poetry by Elizabeth Azpurua

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00O845VN0

Here Comes Halloween

Black roses and red leaves
and orange carved faces
with cobwebbed spider sleeves
and wrought iron fences
Darkness and harvest moons
with bats lining windows
Enchanting haunted tunes
and lanterns in rows
Sheets making ghosts
and painted ghoulish faces
and scarecrows on posts
and creepy haunting places
There goes a witch on by
Here comes a goblin in green
Did you hear a banshee cry?
Here comes Halloween

9/29/12

Elizabeth Azpurua

Grey Duct Tape Robot

"Not a Robot"

We all grasp for a quality of rightness
A sense of belonging
And importance
Meaning and depth
We seek grace and power
All vying for position at the top
To be honored by our peers
Not me-
I want solitary expounding of thoughts
Crashes of intellect
Imaginative journeys
No sense of belonging
To a form or a product
I am not a robot

9/28/14

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"Grey"

I color the world around me in grey
why? because I can I say
I needn't be a sunny shade or such
because I like the grey so much
I like the foggy morning misty days
and like the storm clouds billowing
I like the dingy, darkening haze
and like the wind that's whistling
I am a stormy soul of grey
not a sunny sort of shade
I color all the world around me so
because grey is all that I know

by Elizabeth Azpurua

5/29/14

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"Duct Tape"

This world is a troublesome one
Not sure how we got along so far
It wasn't from numbers or wishing on stars
or from fallen eyelashes, I assure you
Must have been blood, sweat and tears
duct tape and glue
A hope, a prayer, and I got by with you

Elizabeth Azpurua

Stitched Up With Wrongs

My feet cannot move to their music
For there's barely any melody
It sounds mostly like repetitive
Tap, tap, tapping
My body is not rigid, but fluid
It dips melodically
Incapable of robotic
One, two, three-ing
My voice cracks and whispers
My lips speak of lust
Their's automatically responds
With what is just
My arms can't act out their charades
My logic can't perform their parody
It's mostly too rehearsed
One, two , three-acting
I cannot dance to their rhythm
Nor sing their worship songs
I was never made for this
I'm all stitched up with wrongs

By: Elizabeth Azpurua

Roses Red

anger is a fist
anger is a scream
anger is a yell
a nightmare not a dream
don't ever ask them why
the angry often cry
anger hurts them both
anger doesn't lie

shatter all the moments
in record breaking time
angry at the loss
angry at the crime

let it out...
...shout

she said paint her roses red
she wanted them painted red
nothing mattered then
but that
'why aren't my roses red
did you hear what I had said?'
the moment came and went
at that

anger is a fist
anger is a scream
roses torn a part
by Alice in a dream
she doesn't know why
she began to cry
angry at the Queen
anger doesn't lie

the looking glass is shattered
in record breaking time
angry now and cross
angry at the crime

let it all out now
shout it all out now

roses remained white
such a bright sight
Alice left that night
she didn't want to fight

9/28/14

by: Elizabeth Azpurua

From "Your Blue Eyes Meet My Brown"

Taken from the poem "Your Blue Eyes Meet My Brown"

You and I are of the same cloth

Your blue eyes meet my brown

the way the mountains reach

up towards the sky

I don't now words poetic enough for this

Read in the book "The Sky and Sea Are Lovers"

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00MYIA8DA

By Elizabeth Azpurua

Frenzied Passion Dance

The lamp glows soft and casts light across
the bars of this golden headboard here
and soft beneath my knees this bed
spill me across these cotton sheets
this overwhelming lust for touch
and breath that heats my cheek
My palms are damp with seeking you
and nearly at the edge
your lips against my shoulders and
your teeth that graze my neck
those hands that grasp or hold me close
and eyes that do entrance
I can't seem to catch my breath here now
this frenzied passion dance
and feel that overwhelming strength
this journey in your hands
To turn around and touch your curls
all blonde that kiss your brows
and ache to feel your fingertips
undoing me there now
Your eyes enrapture pools of blue
and lips that steal my soul
my release I fly to heights for you
and together feeling whole
the time is short don't break the moment
and steal away until I find you again

By: Elizabeth Azpurua

2/28/10

From Abigail....

How long will they keep me from nourishment?  

It's been three days. 

Don't they know I'll become ravenous?  

Maybe they want me ravenous.

Set me up for failure.  A little game.  

I'll play this game, but they won't win.  

Maybe I'll just eat one of their friends.  

Just tear a chunk out of someone's neck.  

The thought is making my saliva come.  I swallow and wait. 

Excerpt from Abigail

By: Elizabeth Azpurua

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00NHTM7CK 

Diddle Your Fears

Hey diddle diddle
Let me tell you a riddle
What is big and is little
Like a storm or a trickle
Might be severe or fickle
More than a tat or tittle
Caught on the outs or the middle
Can you tell me what's the riddle?
It could be great or be little
Like a river or a trickle
It's a problem that can whittle
You on down until you're brittle
And you break down the middle
It's your fears, big or little
Don't you be non-committal
They can become exponential
Far more than just a trickle
Bring you down , diddle diddle
Bring you down

By Elizabeth Azpurua

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...

To read the rest: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00MYIA8DA

Featured also here:

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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

Love Does Hurt

A chance I took when I did fall

            Into the arms of love beneath me

Yet waiting there a serpent curled

            With gaping jaws to swallow me

Nothing of the sort of love like stories told in days of yore

Just a death with silver tongue and nothing left anymore

They say love shouldn’t hurt you

            This isn’t true

Often times what hurts the most is the ending of your fall

That doesn’t end in lovers arms, but instead ends it all

 

5/29/14

 

by: Elizabeth Azpurua

Liquid Silence

"Liquid Fire"

Pin me down
and set fire to these bones
let it rage on
til I'm unknown
settle into me
and stifle all my moans
let it all go on
until I have shown
ecstasy
like liquid fire through my veins
purity
in form, no lies, no constrains
eruption in flames

by: Elizabeth Azpurua

5/16/14

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"Leave Me Be in Silence"

no such thing that i have known since then
shall tell me of what a man knows not
and when
when i know i'll tell you so
if every incantation formed by these lips
should stutter out the weight of all, of
all of this
i know not to make it so
my memories in my dreams are overun
and time tells nothing in my solitude
that i've begun
erasing what i knew
no such thing that i had known since then
or will or what i might have shown to
any men
i cannot make it so
leave me be
silence............silence is all i ask and no questions
he was there like a ghost; no illusions
no such thing that i have known since then
shall tell me of what they know not
and if
if i could tell it so
if every wish from my wishing lips
should have fallen with the weight of all,
of all of this
i may never make it, oh
my memories of him in dreams are overun
and time tells nothing in my solitude
that i've begun
erasing what i knew
in a bottle; no such thing i'll ever know again
or will or what i might know from any
other men
i cannot make it so
leave me be
in silence........silence

by: Elizabeth Azpurua
5/16/14

Rhododendron Labyrinth

what is the meaning
of all these dreams?
whilst I was walking
in shallow streams
I learned the error
of my wayward ways
inside my terror
inside this haze
I cannot see the purpose
for all my troubling days

oh, rhododendron labyrinth
what shall be the marker?
what shall be the tenth?
I offer offerings for my future life
shall I take or shall I be a wife?

inward resolution
cycle circling
tell me my confusion
now rendering
my echoing

what is the meaning
of my nightmarish dreams?
whilst I was walking
in the shadowed streams
I know my errors
of my wayward days
inside my terrors
leave me in a daze
I cannot see my future
all these leading ways

oh, rhododendron labyrinth
shall I sleep below you?
what shall be my tenth
that I shall owe you?
I offer offerings for my future life
perhaps to end these days of strife

needless confusion
cycle circling
now rendering
my echoing
of wondering

By: Elizabeth Azpurua

5/9/14

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