My Advice To The Younger Me

Never

believe what they 

tell you are... just be you

Precious and perfect as you are 

...it's true

Touch, taste

travel as far

as you are able to

Always try to experience 

things new

Never

be afraid to

speak your mind... tell the truth

Time should be prized, especially 

your youth

People 

will go and they 

will come, but those that stay

are true; love them... not those who go

away

Never 

surrender more

than you are prepared to

give, loose... always leave something just

for you

Balance

your heart and mind;

simplicity is key

Treat others how you'd like yourself

...think... see! 

© Debbie Razey 2015

Madeleine

Hiding under the duvet 

Pillow absorbing her tears 

Wondering how her once fairy-tale love

Has turned into paralysing fear 

Wanting so much to please him  

But never quite getting it right

Blaming herself for his actions

"I must be too uptight"

Becoming an expert in make up

Her eyes finding it hard to conceal

Taking daily abuse and repeated beatings 

Waiting for the blood to congeal 

Her mind and body battered... broken

Her will stripped of the energy to fight

She decides to remain in her bedroom

Safe... out of plain sight

Madeleine, suddenly a stranger

To both her family and friends

They didn't think to check in on her

Although they regretted this in the end

Madeleine was found beaten unconscious 

Days after the attack had ensued 

By the emergency gas inspector 

Only found... as he had to intrude

She never recovered from that beating

Her family, devastated by their loss

Look for signs of abuse in a loved one

...as to turn a blind eye, comes at too great a cost! 

© Debbie Razey 2015

Let This Be Our Hour! (Mirrored Sestet)

Insane ideologies causing too many hearts to pump around pain

Pain felt both mentally and physically from the world gone insane 

Hate ravishing whole countries; for many, early death will be their fate

Fate sealed by retribution, as grows the sickness... the contagious hate

Hour by hour, more are conscripted and enslaved by anger's potent power 

Power enslaving the vulnerable, hope diminishing... humanity's darkest hour 

Few are the protagonists, the dictators and yet to them we all bow and hew

Hew instead to pure peace from within... one who loves will never be too few

Blaze light... a beacon for all to see; be a torch of compassion out of hate's maze

Mazed be not, by fear and trepidation, let your convictions and truth ignite. Blaze!

Hour by hour let love conduit into hearts of the repressed, through empathic power 

Power be to the people, free from war, oppression and hate... let this be humanity's finest hour! 

© Debbie Razey 2015

Tao

heaven's portal

eclipsed by disbelief

- tao's light felt

© Debbie Razey 2015

Photographer unknown

What's Your Style?

Style is something which

cannot be bought, as it's not

only in your clothes,

worn... it's in your compassion

intentions, words, deeds and thoughts

So careful how you

accessorise what's truly

important! Follow

not the trend... as it's how you

live that matters, in the end! 

© Debbie Razey 2015

Regret

ephemeral 

talionic satisfaction 

- lasting regret 

© Debbie Razey 2015

#senryu

Winter Rain (haiku)

winter rain -

Jack Frost's melted tears

sting my face

© Debbie Razey 2015

Art by Spicefire

Flock (haiku)

flock descends

pepper-dashed field

- taste of morn

© Debbie Razey 2015

Photography by Photoweasle