Dawn

At dawn's first breath...

saffron gossamer sunbeams

kiss tenderly 

sleepy clouds

                                                       ...drifting 

                          lackadaisically 

upon breeze

© Debbie Razey 2015

Abyss

Wings

ravaged

Halo 

dishevelled 

Hope abandoned 

...disillusioned beyond repair

Into the darkling abyss she stares... 

© Debbie Razey 2015

Presence

Chill no more, my sweet, my mind it does embrace you

I will protect you from the night's ill winds of pain

Our feast has just begun, it has not ended

I will feast on you and you, on me again

Your words caress my fantasies, my dark desires

My hunger starts and ends with you...

You invade my thoughts in every waking hour

Please feast, on me until you've had your fill

All sense of control, it has vanished: it does escape me

My heart held hostage, bound tightly with your words

So far away, yet I can almost reach out and touch you

Sliding down my thoughts; fever burns; it penetrates

Our words entwine, lost lingering in the ether

Your presence felt; it caresses, electrifies my skin

Our desire; it travels and brings us ever closer

To you I surrender and, if it be so, let it be a sin.

Now let me kiss you tenderly back to your slumber
I wish to run my fingers through your wayward wanton hair
As I sit here, I imagine, I'm watching you whilst sleeping
For your safe keeping and return I'll say a prayer

© Debbie Razey 2016

Still

White paper-masked, featureless faces

A cold tacky hand through a violet latex surgical glove

Beeping and bleeping… flashing lurid lights of fate

Monopolising the whole room's solemn gaze

Wheezing, laboured, shallow, rattled breath

Bare chest, sucking in…too sharply; disturbing to behold

Pupils, darkling embers of nothingness 

Wires everywhere... mind a frenzied jumbled haze

Clock hands torturing the taut echoed minutes

Unopened plastic triangular sandwich, two days out of date

Nails deeply dug into palms; near no sensation 

Barbed-wire prognosis; response wild banshee... crazed! 

Inaudible screams, yet the silence deafens

Voice dissociate ; tears of drought sting crack and burn

Ugly distorted mouths moving torridly

Green scrub-hat heads with sheer eyebrows raised

Empty Thomas The Tank Engine tiny  slippers 

Tousled sun-kissed, silken locks breathed in... deeply inhaled

Toy train track, untouched, encircling tiny limp body

Pleading... begging... prayers; prayed... and prayed!

Little ashen bandaged hand; bruised and swollen

Lifts like a ghost... a vision of timeless beauty we all beheld

A dilated abyss floods blue pools of iris... those eyes will forever haunt me 

Voice, thought to be heard no more chimes out  “Mummy”… my heart finally could exhale

© Debbie Razey 2014

Do you think of me at all?

Like sweet amber pellucid honey, my mind pours 

you seductively through my wanton fingers; 

leaving me with only an unpleasant sticky residue, 

that I just can't bring myself to cleanse 

On my temples, I feel you scratch at my brain 

as you're tattooed across my thoughts 

I hear your fists pound on the doors of my 

consciousness and it's proving harder now to ignore

Upon awakening,  my warm body yearns fervently; 

moist in the memory of what is now only a dalliant dream 

My mind dances where you should be and I hear myself 

silently moan, tasting the shape of your precious name 

Your face burns its image into my eyelids

When I close my eyes, you are all that I see

Your hands haunt my skin,  in wistful daydreams of torment

My tears, the only jewels you ever gave me, 

glisten as they adorn my cheeks

My heart's still lost, stolen 

from my empty rusting birdcage of a chest; 

it's door painfully left swinging open 

Oh how its banging; just won't let me sleep 

Please, along with your words, return my heart to me

Every song I hear has become laced with gut-wrenching

undertones of our conversations once sung

Your words; chanting in my head, their melody so bitter sweet 

Lyrics; jeering at the irony of the echoes that haunt my eggshell sanity

I wonder if you think of me at all?

If you see me staring back from your own reflection?  

If our words of love, chime in lucent hues relentlessly in your ears?

Do you catch glimpses of me in crowds or in a passing taxi? 

Upon wakening; does your body fever and ache ardently, 

with memories of our insatiable thirst... never quenched?

Does my winsome heart weigh heavy upon your own?

Do you miss my scent, my taste, my touch; my every miniscule detail?

Please now, tell me... 

Put me out of my misery... 

Do you think of me at all? 

© Debbie Razey 2014

Still

I fell for you

as does a star from the sky

I bled for you

but you did not hear me cry 

I yearned for you

as does the moon for the sun

I dreamt of you 

but still to me you did not come

I ached for you 

as do the shipwrecked for a boat

I felt your presence

but only as if touched by a ghost

I looked for you

as does an astronomer in the dark 

I reached for you

but came just short of the mark 

I still want you near

but know you'll alway be free 

I still write for you my love

Do you read my words... please tell me! 

© Debbie Razey 2015

Poor Alice

I've

too

many

plates spinning

in the air and I

suspect that the Hatter's too few 

I asked the caterpillar to refrain from smoking

as the Queen of Hearts threatened to sue and where's that rabbit...why is he always so late? 

My poor tired feet and I've had nothing to eat!! Little did I know when I fell down that death-trap of a rabbit hole... that this would be my fate! 

© Debbie Razey 2015

Sky-lantern

Sky-lantern sent, 

with love, 

from me to you

My heart remembers...

precious times

...too few 

© Debbie Razey 2015

Fairy Child

She dreams in hues of pale rainbows 

Bathes in moon's ethereal glow

Carves in air, angels of the snow

Her mind... she knows, her mind... she knows

Awash in words, their endless ebb

Upon each lily-pad she steps 

Drinks jewelled rain drops from a web

Heart full of pep, heart full of pep

Her favourite tunes are lullabies

With paper planes her hours do fly

...metamorphosing butterfly 

Large sapphire eyes, large sapphire eyes 

Collecting pebbles on the beach

Innocent heart, she doth us teach 

Her perspective... just out of reach 

Her smile's her speech, her smile's her speech

For she is made of gentle stuff

Although for her life can be tough

Eye-contact, touch she may rebuff 

...her love's enough, ...her love's enough

© Debbie Razey 2015

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The Blighted Hero

I care way too darn much... I care way too darn deep

Reality hurts so I drink to stay asleep

I'm haunted by many reoccurring nightmares

of memories that I just can no longer bear

Copious tears I have drunk from the vineyard’s vine ,

that hasten my darkling and spiraling decline

into depression's lonely lurid abyss;

where I flirt tragically with death's karma kiss

Please, now believe me... I was not always this way 

Army rules, I once submissively did obey

I have fought, bled and grafted for my bless'ed homeland

My "welcome home" heralded by a grateful Band

As together for our fallen brothers we mourned;

a medal of valour upon me they adorned 

A country, once so proud of their gallant hero; 

but now... no longer wish, of me and mine, to know

I've become a stain on their pristine, perfect sheet,

a part of history they now wish to delete

As the war, I fought, is now under scrutiny; 

now a deviant... through fulfilling my duty 

No rehabilitation...  I struggle to cope  

To protect my kin... I thought it best I elope

All alone on Civvy Street... I do not belong   

...drunkenly singing, proud, my old regiment's song 

So please do not judge me on what you now, in me, see

I'm a casualty of war... reduced to debris 

Some fear; even pity me and some think me insane 

Truth is... I've invisible wounds that torment my brain

For the deaths of my comrades and enemies, I've wept

No longer a robot programmed to fight and protect

Oh when will the world's fear, greed and hatred decrease? 

I yearn the day, the world and I... are free to find peace 

© Debbie Razey 2015

Song

This song just gets me or should I say that I get it

Despite my best effort to concentrate, it just will not quit

It's playing on repeat continuously, loud and clear within my mind

The rhythm's got a hold of me; I'm actually shaking my behind

The melody's familiar and yet today was its first airplay

I'll have memorised each and every lyric, by the end of the day

The lyrics tell our story and yet, I'm sure I have not told

Music always makes me so happy, it stops me from feeling old

Whilst driving into work today with the windows wound right down

My driver seat dancing and karaoke, erased a bemused spectator's frown

My voice is feeling hoarse now, from screaming out the words

For this song is my new best friend, the greatest thing I've ever heard

So as my boyfriend says to me "babe you gotta listen to this tune"

I reply with a smile and a "oh honey" feeling my heart begin to swoon

Sensing, from the smile just shared... that this will be OUR forever tune.

© Debbie Razey 2015

Liquefied

Your glass-shard words splinter my heart

If this is love, I'd rather part

Need not your words that condescend 

To be my lover, first be friend

Within your eyes the love has gone

I feel no warmth, set has our sun

But do you need to turn the knife? 

Bleeding what's left, I cling to life

For you have taken all I was

Filtered me through the finest gauze

As I, now liquid drain away

I know not why... I chose to stay 

© Debbie Razey 2015

Simple

me and you

you and we

we and them

them and we

we and you

you and me

...and so it goes on...

and yet...

ALL are one

...beneath one sun

ONE are we...

*simple*

...when with LOVE we see

© Debbie Razey 2015 

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Every

Every little freckle

Every little hair 

Every little beauty-spot

...I'd miss if you weren't here

© Debbie Razey 2015 

Empty Eggshell Blue

precarious teetering towers of mismatch crockery 

loom upon the kitchen's kitsch, eggshell blue dresser

awaiting the dawn's light, to ignite the incandescent in the hanging cutlery...

she hugs her coffee mug tighter; as she emerges, finally, from feeling lesser 

inviting the sun to banish the dark, creeping-ivy upon her soul 

she undoubtedly, will still have to, by herself, unpick the whole...

sum of her thoughts and the events, that have paved her path here 

but in the pale ambience of morn, she sits now ready to face her fears

...her deep seated fear... of herself 

...that she'll be left on the shelf...

with the lonesome tatty teapot... for which no one cares 

© Debbie Razey 2015 

My... Beautiful Beast

That beautiful beast of a man drives me quite insane...

Or indeed, treats me with disdain... or has on occasions

caused me dire... deep felt pain 

He can act so winsome and yet profane and I just can't abstain... 

as into his arms I fall... again... and... again

How he could ever contain and restrain my imagination's...

fascination or my unadulterated devotion's dedication

Or pluck from me, such an awe inspiring and yet futile adoration

Or cause me to suffer this ludicrous, fervent folly of a fixation 

Or stir within me, such insatiable, incandescent conflagration 

Or command the stars into formation, of his chosen constellation 

Or justify such jubilation... but without limitation

he does... to my incessant irritation! 

© Debbie Razey 2015

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Ecstasy

        Your words...

              Fine

             Molten

              Rain

                 C

                as

             cades

         VIOLENTLY

       ...throughout  

               MY

               body...

        O-P-E-N-I-N-G

               The

         Floodgates 

 

             ...to 

          ECSTASY! 

© Debbie Razey 2015