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 

L & M

Love and music

are one and the same

Passion fuelled riffs

...will drive you insane

© Debbie Razey 2015