Beneath

beneath our...

cryptic conversations
and our fractured
fear-fuelled thoughts
...somewhere lies us

a solstice moonbeam
of pure precise light
through a henge swiftly seen
was always to be
and indeed always... was

maybe our hearts hold

what our eyes
cannot bear to see
...the truth 

© Debbie Razey 2016

Aleppo

As Aleppo drowns in blood... hate and tears  

The international community 

Will we do nothing... just, look on in fear? 

Brick by brick; dismembered... a long five years

Drained... the people's faith in humanity 

As Aleppo drowns in blood... hate and tears 

Whole generation... left bereft of peers 

Innocents starved, maimed murdered... ruthlessly 

Will we do nothing... just, look on in fear? 

Isn't it time we help... aid stepped up a gear 

That we, now, take responsibility

As Aleppo drowns in blood... hate and tears

If not our conscience... forever be smeared

This may be our last opportunity 

Will we do nothing... just, look on in fear? 

Please, show our children... it's love we revere

Tragedy, can be healed by unity...

As Aleppo drowns in blood... hate and tears 

Will we do nothing... just, look on in fear?

© Debbie Razey 2016 

Lest We Forget

lest we forget this

christmas... homeless souls out on 

unforgiving streets

down and out... nothing to eat

lonely... vulnerable... scared

alone... with no one to care!

© Debbie Razey 2016 

Mansuetude

mansuetude in your 

touch and your too few, stark, words 

is sadly... sorely

lacking but darling I see

beyond triviality 

grace... beauty in your actions 

© Debbie Razey 2016

All

alone... but together we must stand 

enabled through empathy... to understand 
we're all trying our best... though it's often tough 
life's like the ocean... sometimes unkind and rough 
so, with grace and without judgement... let us stand tall
for without each other, we've truly nothing... at all!

© Debbie Razey 2016 

Standing Rock

Firm as rock... we'll stand

We'll defend... this sacred land
Bring your drums... prayers
Earth's water... we must conserve
So peacefully... let's declare
That in unity... we care

© Debbie Razey 2016

She... (Sister Moon)

Feathered, is the wind that blows about her face  

Her strength, of fire, framed with subtle grace

Mellow, is her mood of dreams left still to come

Her bright, diaphanous soul, shimmers in the sun

Transcendent, butterfly-spirit... she inspires us all  

An ambience of fluidity, can be heard within her call 

Proud prodigy of peace... seeping love into the sky

A prophet of eminence... the elders heard her cry

© Debbie Razey 2016 

 

  

Your Words

your words... 
perplexing curlicues
decorate my mind

© Debbie Razey 2016 

Misunderstood

What you don't see

Are the tears which I've cried

What you don't see

Is that I could... of lied

What you don't see

Are my hopes... laid bare

What you don't see

Is that I really do... care!

What you don't see

Are my demons within

What you don't see

Is I try... so hard... not to sin

What you don't see

Are the fears which I hide

What you don't see

Is that I'm dying... daily... inside

What you don't see

Are the dreams which I fight 

What you don't see

Is my eternal night

What you don't see

Are my empty... futile... days

What you don't see

Is I'm lonely... since you went away

What you don't see

Are your words, torturing me

What you don't see

Is I long... just... to be

What you don't see

Are your actions... also planted the seeds

What you don't see

Is my love... plainly written to read 

What you don't see

Are the times... I've so needed you here

What you don't see

Is that I hold your opinion... so dear 

What you don't see

Are that my intentions are good

What WE don't see

Is why I think... we've... misunderstood 

© Debbie Razey 2016 

Gentle

For some are too gentle this world to tread

Their pain too great... too many tears they've shed

Souls searching for solace, not courting death 

Pure heart and trauma... tragically wed

© Debbie Razey 2016 

Autumn Dawn

Autumn's first dawn's kiss...

golden gossamer sunbeams

caress tenderly...

heaven's ethereal clouds

...strewn lackadaisically

blissfully... upon the breeze

© Debbie Razey 2016 

 

Touch Me

touch me

tenderly...

tactilely ignite

the yearning

flickering...

inside 

© Debbie Razey 2016

Missing

Where did you go?

Have you really... gone? 

For I no longer feel your presence 

or hear your soul's sweet song

Do you still frequent the earth 

or have you ventured home? 

Amidst the galaxy plains

leaving me all... alone 

© Debbie Razey 2016 

Replenished

Replenished 

Free to roam 

Free to soar 

Free to walk once ocean floor

Pole to pole

Stride by stride

You are with me by my side 

Migrations 

Meanderings

Awe of creation, I drink in 

I was empty 

I was lost 

Your abundant love, it has no cost 

The tides in me 

They ebb and flow

Upon your shores I'm safe I know

As I leave 

I take with me

Replenished faith and serenity 

© Debbie Razey 2016 both image and poem 

Smoke Rings

smoke rings... 

once blown winsomely into the night

mischievously... played at being sophisticated

excitedly... summoned your lips to mine 

as our butterfly-hearts 

flapped... frolicked...

rollicked... against our ribs

in a heady-fog 

of intoxicating 

first-love's...

deliciously... naive nectar 

oh, we beamed brightly then 

....beneath the stars

we shone...

a spectacular supernova

our jewelled eyes

too precious for words   

our hearts and heads

filled to the brim... 

spilling... romantic hopes and dreams

as we serenaded each other...

with mellifluous promises of love

later...

our toned... tuned tongues

seductively danced

emulated... curled...

silvered sleek-ribbons of smoke 

fluently...

into a bewitchingly fevered fluidity  

quenching our mind's carnal thirst 

with lust's juice of jeopardy  

as each other's taste... still lingered

opulently... in our mouths

  

now... the rings ridicule 

their emptiness... echoes

scorching holes in my mind

that only you... can fill

flaunting... wistfully before me

haunting hallucinations

of things...

which never came to pass 

putrid...stale smoke chokes... 

it strangles the memory of us 

tries to smothers the void... left by you 

© Debbie Razey 2016

Wounded

My self-spawned wound 

seeps...

it splinters

my fragile

fractured mind

Oozes...

vicious

poisonous thoughts

of razored remorse

violently...

into my veins

Skins my eyes

of precious memories

leaves behind

only...

the blood to congeal

in the shape of our demise

My eyelids...

tremble

as the moon

eclipses, gently, the sun

echoing loudly...

the absence of you

© Debbie Razey 2016 

The Marching Dead

It's not pride...

but sadness I see

Minds caged...

yearning to be free

Feeling alien...

even amongst their own

Guilt and shame...

self-loathing has sown

Bewildered...

by a world gone insane

Facades failing...

to disguise their pain

It's not pride...

but sadness I see

Minds caged...

yearning to be free

Feeling empty...

without a hand to hold 

Hearts sever...

as another family folds

Feather beds...

replaced by concrete floors

The Marching Dead...

lost souls displaced by war

It's not pride...

but sadness I see

Minds caged...

yearning to be free

No wounds visible...

damaged deep inside

Lives destroyed...

some parade, some hide

Wreaths are laid...

but not their ghosts 

Tears fought back...

drowned in drunken toasts

 

It's not pride...

there's only sadness I see

Minds caged...

by Combat P.T.S.D.

© Debbie Razey 2016

Yesterday

I always thought we'd have tomorrow

...but only then was ours to take

Today, we'll never be...

Return yesterday to me... please!

© Debbie Razey 2016 

September Sky

Fifteen years on and still the tall twin towers' shadows... 

they forebodingly linger 

Loom ominously and smoulder... 

etched in the mind's eye of everyone 

The skyline of Humanity's hope... 

bloodstained, forever sanguine 

Still weeps torrents of tears down dusty ashen, ghostly... 

shock-stricken faces

As we continue to choke and smother... 

engulfed by the foul stench of copious conspiracies and lies

Many ears still relentlessly ringing... 

within a cacophony of alarms, sirens and gut wrenching wailing 

Haunted... 

by the answerphone messages of lovers, sons, mothers... 

exchanging their final goodbyes

So let us all take a minute to be grateful for our lives, families, health...

our endless multitude of privileges 

As we remember, how the loved ones of others... 

pirouetted and rained

from that horrendous... sepia September... solemn sky.

© Debbie Razey 2016

 

Us

I picture us

...you and me

in the places I go

amidst all that I see

I hear your words  

in the note-filled air 

warming my soul

...abating my cares

I sense your love

embracing me 

...filling my lonely 

setting me free

I smile to myself

when I think of you

...all I long to share 

do you do this too? 

I know in my heart

we are meant to be 

but my mind asks how

can this ever... be? 

© Debbie Razey 2016

Omran Daqneesh

Bewildered, five year old boy... alone on an orange ambulance chair

A ghost-like, bloodied crumpled face... haunts the world with his vacant stare

Dishevelled, ashen... enshrouded in dust; a frozen statue of fear  

Will the killings stop now... or will we just shed more futile, guilt-laden tears?

Omran, he does not cry out for his mum... merely wipes the blood from his eye

Only knowing death, hunger and carnage... the whole of his entire life

This abominable scene isn't unique... shamefully it's happened before

Hundreds of kids killed, maimed, orphaned; together we must act now... BEFORE there are more!

© Debbie Razey 2016

 

Fairy Tale... Lies

She dreamed of love beyond compare 

Between a prince and his princess

Two kindred hearts and souls entwined

Not emphasis on mere.... undress 

Her spirit, thoughts, talents and mind

Are all he'd need to be impressed 

Devotion, kindness, care and love 

...unconditionally expressed

Sadly... that's not what she had found 

Beneath the glisten of his eyes

All the fairy tale promises 

Were empty... nothing short of lies 

His intrigue lay not in her dreams 

Just carnally between her thighs 

She'd hoped with him that she'd grow wings 

But now she's tethered... bound and tied 

© Debbie Razey 2016

River

Through me a changeable river flows, it ebbs and it wanes

Filtering joy and insecurities, the in-betweens left remain

It bubbles furiously, it bleeds, it beckons and it soothes 

All the things that might be, if left undiscovered, I'm sure to loose 

Over my stones it babbles blissfully, pays little attention to the deeps 

Fish in my currents they dance, lightheartedly and with hope filled hearts they leap

With glasslike sheen, the water serene reflects divine peace inside

When cascading down a waterfall its longing calls; from which I cannot hide

So too my heart, my soul it sings, of the things not yet come to pass

I pray my mind meanders steadily, into the vast ocean of enlightenment... at last 

© Debbie Razey 2016

A Day In The Life Of M.E.

I'm Wrapped in a heated blanket

Stuck on is the tens machine

Rocking a hot patch and eau du Tiger Balm

Fetching supports on both wrists and knees

My eyes sore... swollen and bloodshot 

Perfectly matching my burning flushed cheeks 

Industrial headphones and sunglasses on

Trying but failing miserably to follow the TV

Head splitting under an ice-pack

My face firmly planted in front of the fan 

It's whirling echoes my relentless reeling mind

Of the thousands of jobs... still to be done

My body's skin tinged an attractive bruised-blue 

Barely opaque... dry and insanly itchy   

I can't remember when I last felt the breeze or the warmth of the sun 

Or looked human... without the zombie-stare and hair all greasy    

My dreams taunt me with a life and friends I once had

I'm now more active in my sleep than in reality 

I've become a prisoner within my own dysfunctional body

I just want to unzip myself... step out and be free!!!

It's hard to describe what M.E. does to your soul

Even loved ones surmise you're "depressed or lazy"

Daily fighting to take back... even a little control 

Thoughts of futility and guilt... slowly sending me crazy 

I've hardly a social life worth mentioning 

As endless acute pain... has taken its toll 

My hours, days and years tick by wasted and empty 

Left today bed-bound... as again I've hit M.E.'s unyielding... brick wall!!!

© Debbie Razey 2016  - Violet Moon Razey 

Breathe...

Go gently on yourself, take time to breathe...

Take stock of where you stand in space and time

Inhale nature's sweet serene, breath of breeze

Relinquish... under the past draw a line 

Unique moments; cherish their gifts sublime

Ne'er to be repeated, not blessed to all

So exhale, scream, shout, cry; now purged... stand tall 

In stillness let yourself, just truly be 

Allow void, where pain dwelled, to fill with light 

Linger there in divine love... learn to see 

Let your dreams and hopes manifest; take flight

Through imagination set your soul free

Your life's next chapter is not set in stone

To be fulfilled, it's down to you... alone

© Debbie Razey 2016

Tightrope

I'm on

life's treacherous  

tightrope, ground beneath; I 

can't see, I've been stranded on love's 

trepid 

trapeze 

...uncertainty 

My eggshell-sanity; 

dubious perspective is flawed

I no

longer 

know or have faith

in my abilities;

as gone is my once... safety net

I fear

what fate,  

for me, now holds

in stark hindsight... will I

plummet forever the abyss,

depths of

regret

or will I hold 

on, suspended somewhere 

between hope and imminent death? 

I guess

It's the

steps I take now

with caution; I'll proceed 

as Karma looks on... calculates 

my whole

sum of 

past, present deeds

Enlightened... I'll begin  

heeding lessons from history 

as now

I'm strong,

in knowledge gained,

conscious of in-betweens 

In renewed clarity... I will

walk on

© Debbie Razey 2016

Quantum Entangled Hearts

Star crossed lovers

Quantum entangled hearts

Not together...

But neither are we apart

Our supernova shines 

A spectacular tragedy 

of unrequited love 

Its brilliance illumines our galaxy 

I study the milky-way

Could it be a path that will lead me to you?

I wish continually upon shooting stars

But there just seems too few

My heart's becoming a blackhole

In the absence of you

Subliminally, in the speed of light 

I glimpsed our love... gone too soon

Or was its timing actually too late 

Beneath our recoiling majestic moon

Is time-travel, then, the only real way  

That together, physically, we could now be? 

My heart relentlessly searches for you  

As lucid dreams of us... they will not set me free

© Debbie Razey 2016

Serve Thee

In the wilderness, I find myself

Wild as the wind and free

Tenacious as the tide before me

Meek as the moon meandering

Coy as the clouds philandering  

Somnolent as the sunset o'er trees

Nightly I pray upon knee

All to be true and serve thee 

© Debbie Razey 2016

I Care

Caught in confusion you no longer see me 

paralysed emotions, gone your empathy

On life's sliding scale of love and vice 

you heed nor take your own advice 

I'm content though to frequent

the peripheries of your mosaic-mind 

Hoping that one day my love again you will find

For although I stand plainly before you now

I'm as complex to you as the principle of Tao

Oh my lover, husband, soulmate and friend

Upon you all my love, although decimated, I descend

For one day I know you'll find me, where we once were

Please know though, despite your apathy my love... I still care

© Debbie Razey 2016

Will you?

to you a mere meal

you salivate at my flesh 

~ will you taste my soul 

© Debbie Razey 2016

Subdued

drowning in darkling

luxurious, inked-laced lies

...lost between pages 

of your leather-bound tight tomes

gilt-letter love... shine's subdued 

© Debbie Razey 2016

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