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Wednesday, 26 March 2014

The Act! (Fibonacci)

The Act! 

Mask
of
painted 
cheer and joy
Beneath lurks the pain
Etched through sadness and worry's knife 
Concealed with trickery, a veneer; sad eyes blatant

Debbie Razey 2014

#Fibonacci 



The Harlequin

He came to her like a harlequin but acutely attractive despite the flamboyant guise
His playful teasing a welcomed distraction from her lonely and tortured demise
His words and sentiments lifted her self-imagery with his sweet patter and gentle tone
He dulled the pain, and tamed her fear, opening her up to a world that she had once known
But apart from the compliments, stolen moments, chaotic but pleasing innuendos and banter
She knew it could never be; a figment of fantasy, as security and love he could not grant her


He was promised and bound to another as was she; the future was planned and expected
The winds of attraction danced tauntingly between them, whispers of ecstasy and pleasure detected
The dalliance that could never be was only ever to be imagined within her troubled consciousness
These illusions and desires she must eradicate, deny, condemn and imprison concealing her brokenness 


© Debbie Razey 2014


Same (Fibonacci)

Same

Black
White
Equal
We are one
Love beneath the skin
Humankind is but one species 
Protect, nurture, empathise with your fellow Brethren

Debbie Razey 2014

#fibonacci

Music Transcends!

Music Transcends!

The bleak lights penetrate the soul of an empty club
The sound check looms eerily in the smog through an over used Sub
The base growls its low tones, the guitar pierces the light
The tune begins abruptly causing the onlooker a fright
The drums entrance the listener as the singer begins to croon
The promise of what is to come infiltrates their minds like cotton in a loom
The audience silences and awaits with anticipation and baited breath
The gig commences, cascading into an enigma of calm and intoxicates by stealth
It touches, caresses, transcends the people who have paid to listen
Beads of perspiration and the light of joy within the eyes of the performers glistens
Is this what it feels like and is perceived to have made it?
The band can only wish and pray to realise this actually and sustain it! 

 Debbie Razey 2014



A Day Ends (Fibonacci)

A Day Ends 

Moon
Smudged
Dull Glow
Radiates
Night serenity  
Air invigorates as day wanes
Lost forever; a day that she will not see again

Debbie Razey 2014

#fibonacci






Fibonacci (Fibonacci)

Fibonacci 

Truth
Code
Spiral
Repeated
Numbers in sequence
Blueprint within all, everything
Ancient Geometry unveiled, explained to us all

Debbie Razey 2014


#Fibonacci 


The Chameleon

To all, you become the one whom they convince themselves they so absolutely or desperately need.
The one whom they lust for, with wanton, deepest desire and unquenchable masochistic greed
The one who understands, empathises; the most kindred soul and the only one who is like-minded.
The player, the patter merchant, the one whose manifest declared is so perfect and beyond splendid.
You change, you alter, you penetrate deep into their sub-conscious realms and then their souls
Once they're smitten and reverently hypnotised, you begin to further puppeteer, orchestrate and effortlessly cajole.
Your personality dedicates itself to mirror theirs; reflecting their hopes, dreams, fantasies and fears.
Painting a canvas of lies that will bewitch and romanticise with the seduction of fake sincerity and tears.
Your alluring fa├žade, so beautifully illustrated, is a triumph, a masterpiece and a success indeed!
However, through conjure, you have inadvertently robbed yourself of a true existence which is a vital need



 © Debbie Razey 2014


Tragedy (Fibonacci)

Tragedy

Death
Grief
Taken
All too soon
Bud picked too early
Flower robbed of the chance to bloom
Fragrance lingers still! Beauty forever etched in time! 

Debbie Razey 2014


#fibonacci


Facade (Fibonacci)

Facade 

Ache
Void
Lonely
Heartbroken
Bereft of hope; love
Fate has not been a friend to her
Dreams, caged deep within her heart! Facade fixed and adorned!

Debbie Razey 2014


#Fibonacci




Jim Morrison (Fibonacci)

Jim Morrison 

Sex
God
Poet
Adonis
Rock Singer; Siren
Free Spirit; Musical Prophet
Idol, lover, addict, 60s 'Peace and Love' child and 27 

Debbie Razey 2014

#fibonacci 






Time

Time

To a child time is an enigma,
something to learn and be understood.
The moon and sun rising - a Phenomenon.
A vital lesson synonymous with parenthood.

To adolescents, time is a dictator;
controlling their whimsical desires and dreams.
Their hedonistic follies turning them into vindicators;
demanding more time for freedom and the end of regimes.

To adults in their prime, time is a routine;
a ritual undertaken without any contemplative thought.
Speed is what's required; they are not expected to glean.
Convenience and time-saving devices are frequently sought

To senior citizens, time is precious; 
must not be squandered and should be relished at all cost.
For death is coming closer and of their end they are anxious
Their regrets weigh heavy as their times of youth are lost

So should we be saving, killing or defying time?
Or luxuriating, revelling and basking in the sublime?

Debbie Razey 2014



Megaliths

The stones; they loom dominantly against the night's murky sky, awash with a purple stain.
Such a megalith or henge is of an age gone by, of a generation lost but yet they endure and remain
Shrouded in mystery, steeped in the undisclosed, cloaked in legend, in ancient myths of old. 
From mouth to mouth throughout the dawns of time; their legacy, is now a story untold
 
Oh why did our ancestors build such triumphs; these magnificent structures of wonder and awe?
Our minds hypothesise, deliberate; search futilely for archeological clues and aspire to learn more.
I sense a magnetic pull towards them; my spirit, my soul commanded as if within them I do belong
Betwixt the stones, the wind moans her sweet melody and hypnotises with familiar, alluring song
 
In times of crisis I feel compelled to make a pilgrimage, so as to find some needed solace there
Their calming, gentle energy invigorates my sense of well-being and with me their peace they share
The sovereignty of these majestic landmarks still evades comprehension and civilisations through time
We can only know what we observe; how beautifully they channel light, running accordant to lay lines
 
Even though we have unearthed the scattered remnants of our forefathers, foremothers and their illustrious artefacts
Despite us and what we've dug, burned, plundered; these sites stand, still - largely remaining bewilderingly intact
Perhaps we are missing the point; they were not built for what we perceive as a practical function.
Maybe, instead, their essence remains untainted, pure, mystical and beyond our presumption
 
I believe this is how it was meant to be; so through them we can acknowledge their celestial grace
To be inspired and enlightened by their divine reverie, within such a philosophical place.

© Debbie Razey 2014



Skeleton Leaf (Fibonacci)

Skeleton Leaf 

Fine
Sheer
Fragile
Delicate
Pirouettes in wind
Graceful, ethereal beauty
A diaphanous elegance; nature's masterpiece

Debbie Razey 2014


#Fibonacci



Insomnia!

She sleeps, without sleeping
The dull light of dusk, or is it dawn;
penetrates and invades her troubled mind
Her thoughts infuse an enigma of the past;
obscured, twisted, tangled, confused and distorted
Deja vu, but in reverse
A guilt-riddled perspective subjects her to a pain she has felt before
The hand of hindsight has been dealt and cast

Surely, the murky pool will become clear this time over
Faces and places of the past entwine and mingle with those of the present 
Relationships become elusive and undefined
Colours radiate and words linger longer
Her eyes are weary...
she looks for meanings or at least some kind of solace

Questions begin to cross the realms of consciousness 
She hears her mind ask itself "Am I dreaming?" 
Rudely the trance of slumber is broken...
her focus redirected and emerges within the hypnotic rhythm of the rain
To no avail, she struggles to reclaim and return to the plain her mind was on
Her body shivers as the sun once again, predictably, rises
So too... she knows this unsolved nightmare will return again 

© Debbie Razey 2013


Time (Fibonacci)

Time

Time
is
false, not
relevant
It's superfluous 
to free and iridescent minds
Its only function is to control, cap and restrict

Debbie Razey 2014

#fibonacci



Trapped (Fibonacci)

Trapped

Trapped
Safe
bubble
Destiny
of her own making
She'd been thwarted, lied to; misled 
Encumbered by ideology, fear and rebuke

Debbie Razey 2014

#fibonacci 







Rejected Love

As she lies next to his beautiful, masculine frame
Her heart wishes secretly that things could have stayed the same
Her body tingles and surges with  hedonistic anticipation
Although she knows what lies in store will only be futile and filled with frustration
Undeterred her sensual urges grow and flow more intense
He intrinsically senses this and positions his body in defence
She promised herself she would keep from advancing... she would refrain!
As rejection is almost assured it will only injure her confidence once again
Her lover, husband, soul mate, partner,  friend 
Can she allow herself to dream that this painful cycle will one day cease and end
She not only craves the fulfilment and tactility that being a part of him brings
She also longs for closeness, divine connection that she hoped would transpire when they promised with rings
As he drifts into slumber unaware of her torments and deep seated pain
She embraces her pillow, tears silently fall  as she feels abandoned once again! 

Debbie Razey 2013




Jimi Hendrix (Fibonacci)

Jimi Hendrix 

Riff
Teeth
Legend
Flamboyant 
Wizard of Guitar
Conjurer of sound; Rock Music
Artiste, pioneer, 20th Century Icon and 27

Debbie Razey 2014

#fibonacci 


Broken Angel

Wings
Torn
Halo
dishevelled 
Hope abandoned, faith
disillusioned beyond repair

The meagre light within her soul guides her to solace

© Debbie Razey 2014

#fibonacci 







Why?

Why? 

Beneath the stars there is a pure and undiscovered light.
Although the majority of us hesitate, but eventually regain the fight.
Of what others see clearly and our ancestors have claimed
Is fundamentally why we are here but yet why so restrained?
The unfathomable fear and inhibitions that within us do dominate.
To be as one and yet to indulge we must not procrastinate.
As an infant untainted by ebbing, incessant greed.
To share the love and to fulfil vital, primitive, core need.
As the circle of life unfolds abruptly and is revolved
The essences of our clarity is diluted, polluted and subsequently dissolved 
As to why, where, when we walk these endless plains?
To be loved and acknowledged, is it all in vain?
We are who we are and who we are, has always been.
To pass undiscovered is our futile fate, which is undeservedly mean!
Our gift to all, so pure, surreal and indeed innocent in its nature.
Although we may trudge, lost, through the abyss in trusty, dependable waders 
We know where we are going and where we have been.
The rest is a mystery and remains elusive and unseen! 

Debbie Razey 2014




Flower Child (Fibonacci)

Flower Child

Peace
Love
Music
Hippy Chick
Flower Power Vibe
Child of the swinging 60s; Woodstock
Hallucinogens, CND, 'Free Love' and 'Revolution' 

 Debbie Razey 2014

#fibonacci


Unchaste (Cinquain)

Unchaste

Alone
at last; unchaste
The kindle to his fire
Eyes filled with her disrobed beauty
Sparks fly!


Debbie Razey 2014

#cinquain

Guilty (Tetractys)

Guilty

A
guiltless
mind never
existed; yet!
You're mistaken; virtuous I am not!
My sanguine lips befit of blood I've shed
Slain without ruth,
wanton loves;
flagrant
whores
Thus,
never
has it been
in mortal time,
easier to quench my ravenous thirst 


Debbie Razey 2014

















Educate (Fibonacci)

Educate

The
Key,
is to
educate
our children on war
That it's not a 'game of soldiers'
The human costs; history should not be repeated!


Debbie Razey 2014

 #Fibonacci


Damaged

Bruised,  battered, bullied and bereft of all hope
Damaged, destroyed, dishevelled but dare not, she speak
Saddened, sickened, sullied and scared of a repeat

Abused, ashamed, assaulted; anxiety prevents her sleep 
Devastated, disgusted, demoralised; detrimental to her health 
Controlled, contained, concealed, camouflaged; she weeps

Maimed, molested, mutilated; misery surrounds and engulfs her
Wrecked, wounded, weakened and wronged by all concerned
Ridiculed, ruined, raped and robbed of all she's earned

Traumatised, tormented, tortured and tragically alone 
Eradicated, extinguished, embarrassed; endures silently to the end
Scarred, soiled, shattered; thus suicide her only friend


© Debbie Razey 2014

Gold top (Fibonacci)

Gold top

Fret
Riff
Capo
Tablature
Effects pedal on
Amplifier fired and ready
Plectrum engages in a tryst with the Ernie Balls

Debbie Razey 2014

#fibonacci 





In hiding

In hiding

We are aliens, impostures in this secluded and far away place
Under the radar, like ghosts; always careful to leave no trace 
Like rats we pilfer, borrow, forage, recycle and raid the bins
Wanting to be together and so deeply in love are our only sins
Like the owl, we are nocturnal and like shadows we have become
The wild weather plagues us at night but to it, we shall not succumb 

The barn it is our palace, our love nest and our shelter from the storm

 by Debbie Razey 2014



Vixen (Fibonacci)

Vixen

Fox
Girl
Vixen
'Femme Fatale'
Waiting to ensnare
hunters, through their concupiscence
Feline sensuality in abundance...deadly!


Debbie Razey 2014

#fibonacci



Perhaps

I have never been one who is good with directions or with decisions of any kind
Confused, bewildered, pensive of choice, change; or indeed of what I may find
Doors, thresholds, new beginnings have always posed a grave threat to me
My perceptions heavily filtered by the ifs, whys; the uncertain and potential controversy
Perhaps I have left too many doors unopened and slammed shut too readily that which posed a threat
Only daring to peek through the keyhole with great trepidation, reluctant to take a chance in life's big game of roulette
Perhaps that's why my world seems stagnant, restricted, bleak and enclosed


Oh how I would like to fling those doors wide open and escape my mind's own walls
Throwing caution to the wind; I'd be impulsive, without fear and from new opportunities I'd no longer shun
How my world would then open up like a flower bud, boldly stretching towards the light of the radiant sun
Perhaps I would then flow with tides and be guided by the waning moon
Maybe then my heart would rejoice, with the morning birds' glorious tune
Would my mind then settle with the sunset, my soul be soothed by the dew?
My lost sense of wonder be rekindled through the changing seasonal hue?
I wonder then, would the fog of doubt clear forever, leaving the way hopeful and free

Perhaps then the stars would pinpoint clearly, what I was meant to experience and truly see

© Debbie Razey 2014


Monster Within....PTSD!

How many more of our boys will be left to suffer?

Wives, girlfriends, partners, children, fathers and mothers.

Traumatised by seeing their loved ones shattered and broken!

Through the atrocities of war a monster has stirred and is woken 

Invading, consuming our Hero's every thought

The enemy it seems, will not be the only thing that needs to be fought

Left unable to escape, even when they try to sleep

As its intensity grows and to their subconscious it leaps.

Corrupting and transforming their once peaceful dreams

Evoking terror and flashbacks making them fall to their knees!

Actions, words, emotions lose all incentive and meaning.

Drugs, alcohol et cetera, become crutches upon which many are leaning

Their future robbed of hope, good health and cheer.

Replaced by self loathing, paranoia and fear.

Their loved ones look on helplessly, frustrated and ill equipped!

To deal with the consequences of the balance being tipped.

Oh where now are the ones who sent them to war?

When our lads are bled dry and shook to their core.

Really..is it too much to ask that our Heroes be cared for?

Ironically, our politicians continue regardless and instead deploy more!

When will the recognition be given to those with their wounds unseen.

The treatment, empathy and funding required to deal with the aftermath....PTSD!


© Debbie Razey 2013







Morning Grace (Fibonacci)

Morning Grace

 Eyes
shut
Bell tolls
Daubed amber
warmth illuminates
Melodious cacophony
of bird song, distant traffic and beauteous silence
Debbie Razey 2014

#Fibonacci