Wax

I am but wax, melting... flooding through my fingers

My woeful finale, a gloopy hot mess stuck to the carpeted floor

Stretched beyond shape, only to fall into an unconscionable heap 

Even I, myself, could not name my boneless, brainless form

I'm an impressionable soul, empathic of the voiced climate around me 

A changeable state; hacked at, cold shouldered and burnt 

Wasted water, am I, whirling down from another failed faucet 

The recalcitrant stain, scrubbed in deep; a stark chalked outline of my once-self  

Ashen, my complexion, as my blood has long since been squandered

Limp, my wick... chard and frayed; split (yet hidden) to its core 

My luminance lost, a dirty mere smudge or am I  still a lingering shadow  

My portrait effaced, propped high on bolstered pillows...

It will not be long...  

before I heed my call

© Debbie Razey 2017 

Do Not Seek Freedom Elsewhere Than Within

Do not seek freedom elsewhere than within

For within hate's rapture we're robbed of time

Fear, the mind's Great Jailer... we must rescind

Only through love... can humanity win 

Flee the clutches of greed, all thoughts lupine

Do not seek freedom elsewhere than within

Possessiveness, such a repellent sin

Freedom thwarted by labelling it "mine"

Fear, the mind's Great Jailer... we must rescind

 

Temper false hedonism, heed discipline 

Materialism, a cage most vulpine 

Do not seek freedom elsewhere than within

Paranoia, our brain's turbulent jinn 

A soul at peace, a gift amaranthine

Fear, the mind's Great Jailer... we must rescind

 

In compassion's drought, we're all bedouin

The key to our shackles... to be now kind 

Do not seek freedom elsewhere than within

Fear, the mind's Great Jailer... we must rescind

 

© Debbie Razey 2017 

Too Late

gulped razor-blade tears 

sear down throat towards the bridge 

of sighs that no one

ever cared enough to cross

her lake now crimson... too wide 

© Debbie Razey 2017

Arcanes

Filigree of life-bloods dominate the skies

Tower, grand, foreboding... ominous and wise 

The Moon Maiden's marbling; blotting shadows cast

Fallen fire-halo, emerald moss roots masked

Wizened staff-branches scavenge the astral plane

Catching wordless arcanes harboured in the rain 

 © Debbie Razey 2017

 

Autumn

Autumn

nights have returned

russet veiled hedgerow-skies 

spiders' webs again crystalline 

moon... chimes

© Debbie Razey 2017

Sunset

Silhouette, guitar-neck, telegraph poles 

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     ...s    t     r    e    t    c    h    e    d 

against the sanguine, bleed

                                                 i

                                                    n

                                                      g 

                                                           sky 

Reflected... its majestic reverence

Helio's resplendent "all-seeing" eye 

© Debbie Razey 2017

Eons Of Silence

Eons of silence reign in the absence of your words

Questions still in their wrappers lay rotting undisturbed 

Screens, eerily sterile, radiate empty mindless drizzle

My heart, I'm left mentally dissecting... picking through its gristle 

You warned me how romance poisons, with expectations, pure love

Yet you typed the unutterable, lured my dared-not dreams thereof

Made my darkling-desires luminesce in candescent candour 

Left my reason riddled; my reality an impotent ...bystander 

How ironic as I mourn for you... I heed your words 

The conundrum of what I want and need spirals, perturbed

All I know now is the hours we lost in blissful discourse 

I find and treasure in my reveries. I reminisce with... no remorse

© Debbie Razey 2017

Waves

Electrified fingertips search the secrets on your skin

They pirouette, with sweet caress and bid my mouth joins in 

The more I taste, the more I crave, your quicksand draws me in 

Your breath, your beard, intensifies my waves of wanton sin 

I'm paralysed by your prowess your wild eyes hold me fast

As I lie trapped your hands they kneed our bodies merge enclasped 

I'm compromised, you permeate, my porous cliffs... unmasked 

The waters of my being crest... cascade, now freed at last 

© Debbie Razey 2017 - Violet Moon Poetry  

Jam-Jar Heart

My flawed, jam-jar heart preserves the unquenched tears of you

Tightly sealed is the lid, concealing from others' view

We may have said goodbye but my heart it heard it not

Too weary to even whisper a cry I sense you too forgot me not

I feel your sadness from afar but I'm unable to soothe or console 

Our incarcerated spirits, quantum-entangled, lost... within black holes

I pray your soul it heals and the chains make you grow strong

I ne'er doubted your strength... believed in you all along

© Debbie Razey 2017

Deathbed

What becomes of the dreams of the dead

Unrealised realms which frequented heads

Unrequited love... so intense 

Dialogues rehearsed but never said

Who will read the journals of their mind 

The ones unwritten never to find 

Their tear-stained pages undefiled 

Meandering memories... left to wind

© Debbie Razey 2017

My Vote

What gets my vote?

Is... compassion

Not blatant fascism

What gets my vote?

Is... equality

Not widespread poverty

What gets my vote?

Is... free education 

Not (pocket-lining) privatisation

What gets my vote?

Is... fair taxation

Not large corporation evasion

What gets my vote?

Is... free healthcare

Not lack of fundamental welfare

What gets my vote?

Is... tough communication

Not mindless muderous invasion

What gets my vote?

Is... conservation

Not nature's obliteration 

What gets my vote?

Is... public funding

Not sadistic fox-hunting

What gets my vote?

Is... charity

Not media fuelled apathy

What gets my vote?

Is... what's best for the majority

Not the privileged minority

What gets my vote?

Is... upheld human rights 

Not a corrupt show of might 

....far too simple you say?

Apparently not for May! 

Please have your say....

Use your vote on the day

© Debbie Razey 2017

Kindness

Kindness...

the

flavour

of

love 

© Debbie Razey 2017

#5words

Patchwork

Patchwork is the love in which we lie

Darned together with hope... fantasy and lies 

It's tactile fabric... of dream-hues, makes me cry

Patchwork... is the love in which we lie

© Debbie Razey 2017

Where Words Should Be

tears fall...

where words should be

festering in my throat

too scared of my thoughts... to flow free 

...ink bleed!   

© Debbie Razey 2017

You...

I wish it hadn't have been you 

that I gave my love to 

as we sat on your bike 

and we drank in the view

When my hand slipped into yours

I was so sure... that I knew 

Oh, how I wish it hadn't have been you 

That I gave my love to...

I wish it hadn't have been you 

that I gave my love to 

as my innocent heart 

you broke... knowingly in two 

All the words we exchanged  

I believed them be true 

Oh, how I wish it hadn't have been you 

That I gave my love to...

I wish it hadn't have been you 

that I gave my love to 

as the years haven't jaded

my naive dreams for us two

I'm still... dangling in turmoil 

tortured by memories of you

Oh, how I wish it hadn't have been you 

That I gave my love to...

© Debbie Razey 2017