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Thursday, 14 September 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

Wednesday, 13 September 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






Tuesday, 12 September 2017

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






Friday, 8 September 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








Tuesday, 16 May 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





Sunday, 26 March 2017

Kindness

Kindness...
the
flavour
of
love 

© Debbie Razey 2017

#5words




Saturday, 11 March 2017

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