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Wednesday, 30 July 2014

Dream ceased

I have not lost you
as your heart was never mine
dreams cease.. heart left void

Debbie Razey 2014


Tuesday, 29 July 2014

Time to break Free!

I want to get off, step free from this nonsense; the rotating fakery of life's ostentatious carousel 
The to do lists, the pay by dates and especially from the "'s what's expected"
The cruel serpentine stigmas of life, that sinuously engulf us and crush our chances dead!
Who, after all, decided upon what is classed as great achievement; who allotted them?
It seems to matter not, how busy we busy ourselves; the outcome it appears is transparently assured
We create for ourselves only more chaos, more menial chores, more futile goals and, ironically, more that needs to be done!
Somewhere along the line we have been duped into thinking that we can buy ourselves freedom from this oppressive cantankerous fate
That money can buy us a Get out of Jail Free card but the web of financial security spun, only proves to imprison us the diligent spiders
As all we think we need and want is all we have become; an empty vehicle heading towards success, never reaching its destination
We have become so obsessed over striving for success, that I fear we have lost the ability to recognise it even when achieved

When did we stop appreciating that money is merely paper; we can't eat or drink it!
Money doesn't keep us safe and it can't cure the Big C!
Bank notes are merely a mirage, an 'I owe you'; nothing has in actuality been truely given or exchanged
How can the whole world be in debt; from whom did the world borrow and who do we owe to?
The tragedy, it would appear, is that we borrow from ourselves - a thing far more rich in value; time!
The time of our youth, time with loved ones, time to be ourselves, time we otherwise may have pursued and realised our dreams
Hence it's time to escape, to run like the wind; like stallions freed at last from from this insane merry go round of deceit 
This facade, smokescreen of a reality, is just a fairground, the government the carnival, the politicians a lurid Punch and Judy show
We have regressed, not developed; we have forgotten the true meaning of life
We've been swept up by this elaborate pantomime 
We've sold out to live in Legoville; entombed ourselves within four walls!
It is time to break free; it is time to leave this circus behind! 

© Debbie Razey 2014

Monday, 28 July 2014

All to blame

We all have blue blood 
running through our veins
None of us are immune from pain
We all get cuts and bleed out red
We all have loved ones who are dead
We are all made up of bones and skin 
We all have had a mother, father and kin
We are all  born and will one day die
We all frequent this earth 
under the same majestic sky 
We all think, dream, feel joy and tragedy 
We all have rights to our
beliefs and to remain free
We all have the need to love,
communicate and share
We are all born with capabilities 
to love, empathise and care
We are not so different, 
you, me, he and she
We are all collectively a 'we'
The same
...all to blame
Please...let LOVE reign

© Debbie Razey  2014

Wednesday, 23 July 2014

Monsters (haiku)

'monster' dreams wake me
but this time they're my daughter's
- history repeats

Debbie Razey 2014 

Gypsy Roseanne

Gypsy Roseanne 

Roseanne, a gypsy born and bred
Her mammy, daddy long since dead
She'd fled the other travellers
When they'd arranged for her to wed

Wise, psychic like her grandmothers
Sought from the occult her answers
Tarot, Palmistry, Crystal Ball
Wild with wanderlust; a rambler

Ebony hair, slender and tall
Sanguine lips; to their knees they'd fall
Olive skin, melanite eyes
Curvaceous figure, wrapped in shawl

Her journey guided by the skies
Each destination a surprise
Vardo the only home she knew
Her Shire horse was her only tie

Witnessed the seasons every hue
From driving seat took in the views
She'd had her share of dalliance
To love she'd always bid adieu

Elusive aura; chatoyant
Revelled in Nature's ambience
Her days were few but filled with joy
She was transient

© Debbie Razey 2014


Sunday, 20 July 2014

Night Anonymity

Oh how I love the night's sweet serenity
Peace and tranquillity that soothes...heals my soul
How sounds take on clarity; echoes...ticks...chimes
Every footstep more pronounced; bell tolls

How its velvet, ebony hues comfort
Shrouds me...affords me anonymity
Electric light and moonlight sparkle things anew
Self awareness felt intrinsically...
As the day ends...then begins...too soon

© Debbie Razey 2014 

Saturday, 19 July 2014

Bars (senryu)

with my memories
that the bars cannot contain
- love's fluidity
Debbie Razey 2014
Photo Haiku by Shashi S


masked for protection
against air not fit to breathe
- lunacy prevails
Debbie Razey 2014

Friday, 18 July 2014

Night Fantasy

Deep beneath the tranquil waters
there reflects a depth of stars 
The ambient moon illuminates
the night's elusive promise
As the day's heat resonates 
in my pulsating, throbbing veins;
constellations dance in moonlight, 
merge, to depict your handsome face
Beckoning me into your arms,
coerced by the lake's cool breeze 
The owl's primal, mesmerising call
envelops my wanton... needs

© Debbie Razey 2014

Sunday, 13 July 2014

Colour of dreams (haiku)

the colour of dreams
sparkling, dazzling, vibrant hues
- transcends skin spectrum 

Debbie Razey 2014 

Saturday, 12 July 2014

Primal Duet

Tonight they were both touched, clapped by wild thunder
Lightning relentlessly struck in their passion's wake
Riding together through the endless twilight fever
Intoxicated by the heather's sweet sensual scent
Enveloped in the mist's thick blanket, gifted from the loch

The mountains returned echoes of their love's primal duet
Their jewelled skin glistened, pooled in the moonlight
Electrified, their spirits transcending the physical realm
Time froze in that moment, lying beneath the majestic sky
Sweet surrender to ecstasy cascading through their souls 

© Debbie Razey 2014

Tiger's Eye Sky

As she embarks upon the endless 
amber hills of parched meadow grass
She feels protected beneath 
the quartz crystal - tiger's eye sky

Like the distant gentle ferns meandering 
exquisitely against the violet fells
The hardy, diaphanous dandelion seed 
carried upon the mercy of the wayward breeze

She knows... that she too will survive.
© Debbie Razey 2014

Thursday, 10 July 2014

My Prayer

I find it ironic that we build places in which to worship,
when it is within nature that I find God, our great creator
I worship in his temples, crafted with such love and perfection; 
our majestic natural world, in my uniquely tailored flesh

I hear the ancient trees whisper their hymns and psalms of love and peace
I see life cycles all around me; wax and wane as does the moon
I feel love's clear vibration, the energy given and received
I smell the fruit bushes and trees, the honey and the salt of the sea

I hear birds rejoice in song of beauty that's bestowed upon us
I see nurturing, care and empathy given within all life
I feel protected by the caves, mountains; the shade of the forest
I smell fertile soil which feeds vegetation and which then feeds me

I hear the rain, its rhythm echoes the heartbeat of all living things
I see compassion and love's light twinkle in the eyes of their souls
I feel the air, the sun, kiss and caress my skin; restoring health
I smell timber burning, providing us warmth as the nights draw in

I see no need for walls and a roof as they block out the sky's grace
I'm christened by nature's pure waters; the light of the sun and moon 
I take my communion from the plethora of food provided
My prayer for all - 'Feel love's vibration and of life's bounty share.'


Sunday, 6 July 2014

The Return

From her
slumber she feels
awakened...or is this
her habitual lucid dream   
once more
The moon
beckons...pulls her
as if she is the tide   
Sound resonates within her core
She's not
afraid... she knew
someday they would return   
She's always them she must   

Debbie Razey 2014

Friday, 4 July 2014

Wednesday, 2 July 2014


sunrise paints the sky 
with hues of a new day's hope
- the darkness conquered 

© Debbie Razey 2014

Tuesday, 1 July 2014

Boy in the broken mirror!

Old boy in a  broken mirror
Staring back at me
Wondering what he's thinking
Wondering what he sees
Someone I have never met
Somewhere far overseas
He spoke to me straight from his heart;
He spoke of breaking free
From the confines of his own mind
Of which I can relate
From the bitter edge of despair
To a place where he feels safe
He's teetering on the edge of sanity
He's fighting for his life
I want to wrap him in my arms
Glue the fragments of his soul
Make up the jigsaw that is his heart
Shield him...until he's once again whole

Debbie Razey 2014



what is song to me
is a squawk to another
- perspectives define

Debbie Razey 2014