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Wednesday, 21 October 2015

How Many Lost Souls Cry Out Tonight?

How many lost souls cry out tonight?
Thousands of hearts' fragmented plight,
breaking in two beyond the light; 
hiding in fear's shadows... out of sight 

Tormented minds endlessly churning
Rivers of tears; molten lava falling
Memory's cruel whispers' torridly taunting
Ignored, desperate pleas... lovers calling  

Heartbreak-venom pulsing around veins 
Splintered dreams piercing sleep's fragile veil
Insomnia sick, into the abyss they sail 
Praying reconciliation... but to no avail 

© Debbie Razey 2015

Sunday, 18 October 2015

Forest Nymph

Before I bed down on autumn's mellifluous, deft patchwork;
snuggly, within crimson, saffron, magenta, burnt-orange hues 
I first take time to revel in the resplendent fall's sunlight;
ebulliently savouring my last, sweet, luscious honeyed-dew 

For my secure winter-bed, it does beckon sagaciously,
though the succulent, ripe, jewelled forest-fruits do bid me stay
My eyes steal a frame of the azure, crystalline horizon
Finally, deep into hibernation's... slumber I stray 

© Debbie Razey 2015

Tuesday, 13 October 2015


    with my thoughts sanity

    in one thing
        yet craving
            ...very much

I am baffled 
    by the complexity
        of the simplicity 
                eludes me still

    memories from dreams;
        dreaming dreams
            not just reliving 

    the ugly 
        the untamed; 
            that which 
                        the veneer 
                            which others polish
        and despondently
            into a 
                   lacrimal lake
                      of my own making 

    in the loneliness 
        which I've 
            so deftly 
                    all through 
                                too hard

    has gagged
        ...for too long
            my wild
                incandescent voice

                my feet;
                    they make me 

My violin-heart
            laced with tragedy
                    my out-of-body 
                            that which is real

    with dalliances 
            will never be; 
                the what if's 
                    ...the maybes

I am 
    too young
        to evaporate; 
            to seep...
                into these 
                        of safe 

    like a butterfly 
           to a page
               ...I fade 

© Debbie Razey 2015

Friday, 9 October 2015


As the earth beneath me falters, 
enticed by the moon, I'll take flight; 
having hope, my fate, it alters
I have at last, now, seen the light 

For life's only a perception,
a projection of what's inside;
fear is the greatest deception
that, and of course, ego and pride

So like a child without filters,
I'll learn purely to see again
and when my outlook's in kilter,
then happiness, I'll need not feign 

On each prayer-balloon I let go
I will inscribe upon a dream;
into the celestial they'll flow,
illumined by stars and moonbeams 

© Debbie Razey 2015

Tear Down

Tear down the bricks and mortar, 
cage-roofs which block out sky;
return now to natures bosom,
seeking astrology's wisdom
- for we've, all, been taught lies

They've cast us into darkness,
weakened, isolated,
separated from universe;
materialism is our curse
- dreams annihilated 

So my friends, fear not the end,
for symbiotic life
enlightenment can now begin; 
never again to be bidden
- free from, all, manmade strife 

So, now look beyond the walls,
see and feel with your heart;
harmonise with creations pace, 
remember, we are made of space
- a life lived well... is art

© Debbie Razey 2015

Saturday, 3 October 2015


Amber glow of ethereal light
takes my soul and gives it flight
Thank you... Moonlight! 

© Debbie Razey 2015

Friday, 2 October 2015

Divine Trust

Gazing from the precipice of destruction
I am... surprisingly calm:
as my earthly body
is of little consequence; 
as I know,
my soul's safe, 
in your grace...
from all spiritual harm 

© Debbie Razey 2015

Thursday, 1 October 2015

The Gift

He had promised her the moon,
it was one he wished to keep;
as his patter and his vanities
had landed him in trouble deep

At first he tried to net it,
the light, it just filtered through;
his aim was bang on target
but the moon, would not be harpooned

At a loss for what to do,
he called, then, upon the stars;
he begged them to surround it
but they ignored him from afar

Grandiose heroic plans
were mostly well intended;
though blatantly ill-equipped
unimpressed was his intended

He knew if, now, defeated
she would never trust again;
with his energy depleted
oh how could he, the moon, contain?

Then a wise old owl flew by
enquired "what, sir, is your woe"
he explained his dilemma
and how his love was sure to go

After some contemplation
the owl benignly chastised;
"fool, you've the moon already,
I see her shining in your eyes"

"If you want to give her the moon
then it's yourself, that you must give;
wholly and unselfishly
for only there can, true, love live"

So that eve he took his love
to a spot beside the lake;
and with moon-eyes he pledged true love
then, forever-plans they did make

The morale of this poem
is that love is not possessed
it shines within our actions
an unconditional bequest

© Debbie Razey 2016 (revisited)