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