Rapture

Let me

kiss your neck's nape
work gently down your spine
and run my fingers through your hair
...slowly

My shape
casts fine shadows
on your dimly lit wall
every curve accentuated
...you're mine

Captured
enraptured now
enveloped in my scent
high; drunk on passon's elixir
...spell-bound

I am
lost in you as
you are lost within me
 entwined, our bodies thus unite
...deeply

Immersed
in each other's
hot sweet pools of desire
our skin glows, it shines, it glistens
...love's dew

Our dance
grows in tempo
drums echo in my ears
our bodies vibrate, pulse quickly
yearn... need

Your hands
cascade over
my quivering body;
we transcend into ecstasy
...fulfilled!

© Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry

 

Star-One

Your kindness fills the holes inside my heart 

My shadowlands of lonely, left to dwell

My only medication is your art 

My rope to light, unravelled when I fell

For you, I recognise within your words 

Which luminate my lonely into song 

Your soul’s so kind; empathic’s been your curse 

Please never change; it’s not your heart that’s wrong

You see the world is drowning in despair

The rich are poor in heart, the good in mind 

As life is topsy-turvy, it’s not fair 

Star-one, of loving thoughts, you are my kind  

Will you now write beside me word to word?

For have we not in lonely... truth have learned?  

©  Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry

Stay

I’ll lie down

beneath you

I will be your bridge to happy

I’ll not complain

beneath the weight 

of your heavy load

If I can

I’ll carry all your unbearable

relentless burdens 

for you 

I’ll be there

to soothe.... you

when you loose control

I will cry

the tears

that you’ve suppressed

for you.

I will feel 

the hurt 

that you can’t feel 

but... give

I will 

swallow 

all of your lonely... 

though it’s so raw and painful

I will give 

you reasons  

so you

will want to 

live 

I’ll not sleep

to ward away

your night-terror demons 

I’ll be there

to find you

when you

are lost

and cannot find your way 

I’ll be there

to scream at when life’s cruel....

 and just too painful  

I’ll be there

to forgive you 

to remind you 

we’ve always a new day

I’ll be here

to take your loss 

and the rejection

I’ll be here 

to feel unworthy 

so that you don’t

I’ll be here 

to love you 

unconditionally 

I’ll am here 

to stay 

even if you tell me 

that I shouldn’t 

All I ask 

is that you

STAY 

... don’t break further, my tired old, fragile heart 

© Debbie Razey 2014 - Violet Moon Poetry 

Stardust (Part I)

I stand before you like a Goddess, basked in ribbons of moonlight 

Peeling off... each twilight layer to reveal my incandescent light    

Your wild eyes, they glow with desire; burning sapphire star-fuelled flames 

I hear your gentle ache call to me and it’s driving me insane

Your fervent stare, it creeps across me ike a vine of glistening lust

Serpentine, it’s heat engulfs me and I surrender; in you I trust 

Like a marionette, I’m now your puppet; at your command I rise and fall

With silvered-string you lure me... then you spill me to the floor

Your firm fingers, they pull me open, smooth my creases; silken folds 

Now with my every wanton wish, my body shimmers to behold

Your velvet tongue twirls, conducts my pleasure, I crescendo; cascade in notes

Yet... your hunger lifts me higher and into twinkling stardust I implode

©  Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry

(To be continued...)

   

  

Broken Keys

The broken keys, her soul without a tune

Forever, heard to haunt her heart and mind 

Doth dance upon the air; foul sense of doom
Iced feather drips it’s dread; descends her spine

Each note, as key, a yearning pain doth ache

Explodes, in mind, like opium to vein
As she’s beguiled into her pain doth sway 

The tear-soaked notes across the paper stain

For once, as she, this instrument was grand

Sonata slew; she’d melt the stars in sky

Demure guests entertained; bewitched her hands       

Evoked in them an ecstasy so high

Piano now, as she, sits gathers dust

No more it sings to spin the moon alight 

Doth bodies break so in our souls, we’ll trust?  

So is it then, that death is living’s plight?  

© Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry

Run!!

I know, instinctively, it’s my chance to flee now

but how will I get away? 

I can’t stay amidst this violent nightmare; my soul’s starting to decay

When did you cease to care for me; when did our love decide to die?

I’ve been searching the stars for answers but they’re not written in the sky 

For your kisses, they are now fist-shaped and once lovemaking; repackaged as rape

And yet it’s your words that do the most damage, its now my sanity at stake   

So if I’m going to truly do this, I guess there’s no better time than now 

Yet my body’s solidified into Marble and, to move, I’ve forgotten how 

In trepidation, with one foot in front of the other, I now must begin 

Until my feet are free and willing and into a run’s rhythm they find their swing 

With each step I take on the gravel driveway, fear thunders in my ears

Stark daylight scorches my eyes blind as I’ve not seen the sun in years 

Now before me sprawls the highway like glowing molten lava serpentines

I’m trying hard to breathe now, far to scared to glance behind 

My bloody knees, they buckle inwards and my face it hits the floor

I lie here stunned and hyperventilating, becoming liquid on the floor

I can taste my sickly warm blood now as it oozes from my head

I squeeze tight my swollen eyelids, pleading  “universe, please... just let me be dead” 

There’s something stirring in my guts that just won’t let this come to pass

I feel it’s clawing and it’s gnawing, screaming “stand up you’re free at last” 

So I clamber to my feet struggling with frail, torn wrists of rope-burnt rings

The fight now, strong for survival, courses through me; grows new wings

With its loud chanting in my head, pulsating rapidly through my veins 

I’m now talking to myself but I have never felt more sane

The cold, night it envelops me with its welcome cloak of darkling stealth

As I run amongst the gutter’s shadows like a ghost, I learn to dwell 

As did Hansel and Gretel, I follow glistening breadcrumbs across the sky

Never pausing to get my bearings; over miles and miles of tarmac I fly

The glaring headlights don’t deter me, neither does the onslaught of desperate horns

Obliviously running towards the traffic, with freedom burning brightly in my lungs

Strangely... I didn’t feel the impact, nor when I catapulted through the air 

But I’m blessed, I feel no pain now, as to the Milky Way I climb the stairs  

I so longed from you my freedom, from your cruel chains of depravity

So as I rise to starlight spun heavens, I’m so elated to be free

© Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry

The Blush and The Pale

Ashen... lands

Betwixt dawn

and sunrise

Blush veil 

of morning  

welcoming sunlight

~

Shadow... lands

Betwixt dusk

and moonrise

Pale veil 

of evening 

beckoning the night 

© Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry 

Rediscovery

Witch-wind, Witch-water, Witch fire and Witch-earth

Is all wizardry dangerous and not of this world?

Magic, gifted beings among us... though in great dearth

Making potions and lotions in cauldrons on hearth

Through concoctions of plants and herbs healing occurs

Witch-wind, Witch-water, Witch fire and Witch-earth

Through alchemistic ventures the present was birthed  

Astrology teaches, how space and time has unfurled 

Magic, gifted beings among us... though in great dearth

When sickness strikes aren’t healers held in great worth? 

Yet in the past we persecuted tortured and burned 

Witch-wind, Witch-water, Witch fire and Witch-earth

In eccentric folk often genius’s unearthed 

We fear what we don’t understand; become disturbed  

Magic, gifted beings among us... though in great dearth

Have we progressed or regressed in what we have learned? 

Loss of ancient natural wisdom is a grave concern!  

Witch-wind, Witch-water, Witch fire and Witch-earth

Magic, gifted beings among us... though in great dearth

© Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry

Just Like Me...

She speaks so raw, straight from the heart; she speaks of breaking free

Trapped beaneath the mirror’s sheen; imprisoned, lost in time

I'm wondering what she's thinking; I'm wondering what she sees

Someone, I’m not sure I’ve met but yet looks so familiar; someone just like me

Her words do call me like a dove from the deep canyons of her mind

She speaks so raw, straight from the heart; she speaks of breaking free

From the bitter edge of despair; she's lost and empty, destroyed on bended knee

She's teetering on the edge of sanity; she's fighting for her life 

I'm wondering what she's thinking; I'm wondering what she sees

I want to wrap her in my arms; save her from herself; reach out in empathy

Shield her from her inexorable demons; protect her from fate’s knife 

She speaks so raw, straight from the heart; she speaks of breaking free

She's searching for solace (of which I can relate) but if I touch her will she scream?

I want to give her shelter, a place where she’d feel safe... but would she, even, agree?

I'm wondering what she's thinking; I'm wondering what she sees

I'm empathic and it can be a curse; confusing others' pain with what belongs to me

I fear if I try to fix her, I may scare her... do more harm; then she'd runaway and leave

She speaks so raw, straight from the heart; she speaks of breaking free

I'm wondering what she's thinking; I'm wondering what she sees

© Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry 

Rhetoric Recipe

A pinch of Peter Piper's pick of audacious abject alliteration

A level ladle of legends told from Arthur's knights of dedication 

A drop of discordance from the claw of a dacnomaniacal dragon

A mug of metaphoric insight from gad Gypsy's ball within her wagon  

A thimble of tincture from the Aurora Borealis' beauteous berceuse 

An inch of inspiration from Zeus's Mnemosyne; mother to all muse

A soupçon of sorcery from Shakespeare's Prospero's books of secret 'art'

A pipet of passion from a bead of blood from the fervent Phoenix's heart 

A rap of rhetorical rhyme from the largiloquent lurid leprechaun's curses 

A tad of tone from a unicorn's Ubi Sunt tears of lamenting lackaday verses 

A dash of dactyl taken from the magnificent metric foot of a majestic millipede 

A smidgen of song filled with sibilant salutations so the Bard's spirit may take heed

 © Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry 

Find Me

Please

Find me

In dreams, where

We can walk on stars 

Safe, enveloped by night’s vastness

Upon ebony waves of liquid Obsidian,

Lit by sequinned galaxies; shimmering from afar 

Melding darkling... we’ll become one 

Molten in moonlight 

Reflected 

By the

Sun

© Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry 

 (Both Poem and Art)

 #Fibonacci Poem

Raw

Stale sweat

And cigarettes

What has she become? 

Gaunt face 

Mind a maze

Spinning... barrel gun 

Sex wet...

Sore subject 

A burned-out once sun 

She needs

To feel their heed

Wants... to be undone 

Release

From diseased

Putrid... shapeless form 

Good girl

Street-walk twirl

Between... she is torn 

Deep down 

Her heart frowns 

Cannot be... alone 

Daylight

Out of sight...

In darkness atones

Drug fuelled 

Fuckery

From which she descends

Heartbreak

Pity... state

Is this how she ends?

Time bends

Addict friends

What’s... her worth to them? 

This night 

Death-wish plight 

Her final... Amen

 © Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry 

Devils

Devils dont come from hell beneath us

They crawl from rooms within our mind 

Barred doors would be superfluous 

Shapeshifting thoughts... an epic bind 

We’re our own fiendish... nemesis  

Devils don’t come from hell beneath us

Lurk... in sanity’s crevices 

Cannibalistic... self-distrust 

Paranoia’s voice, quell we must! 

Anxiety’s chokehold release....

Devils don’t come from hell beneath us

Given power they’ll never cease 

So with self belief I’ll vanquish 

My demons, in myself I’ll trust 

All my doubt and fear relinquished 

Devils don’t come from hell.... beneath us!

© Debbie Razey 2015 - Violet Moon Poetry

Crave

In the pale wash of lonely 

Your stark branch against my sky

I hear you calling 

I hear you cry 

In the blue moan of Mondays 

Your dreams penetrate my mind 

I feel you waking

I feel you rise

In lamp-lit miles between us

Your crystal words invade my heart

I see you smiling 

I see you laugh

In embers warmed with yearning

You’re wood-tinder to my flame 

I sense your longing

I sense your pain 

In pitch of bitter darkness 

Your aurora fills my dark 

I crave your lovemaking    

I crave only... your heart

@ Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry 

  (Both Poem and Art)

Impaled

‘neath lupine moon in deep of pale

I hear flailing souls writhe and wail 

miasmic iced-chill

down my spine doth spill 

nightmare shrill ~ fear impales  

.

© Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry

Stained Glass

Your asylum chains can’t hold me now, for I have long since passed  

Criteria to be sectioned; more fragmented than stained glass

Pirouetting, chanting in the moonlight; naked... unabashed 

Pushing trollies of fine treasure, things I’ve rescued from the trash 

You see I’ve become a shadow, a mere ghost haunting these streets

Fragile, skin of crate-paper... I’m not surprised they don’t see me

When I sit in damp, foul doorways... they hurriedly walk right past

Don’t hear me say “got any change please?” look through me like I’m glass 

No one comes to check on me, you see; they do not know I’m there 

I can see it in people’s eyes... they look through me when they stare 

As I obviously don’t exist... must have no need to eat

Or to wash or to stay warm or to put shoes upon my feet

So I’ll continue to wander... knowing they won’t come for me 

After all, can’t chain spirits; if I’m not... soon be dead and free 

Your asylum chains won’t hold me now, you waited far too long 

I’ve dissipated into the ether... what did I do wrong? 

When did the world stop caring whether the homeless live or die?

Aren’t we all God’s children, even the damaged, within his eyes? 

I was mentally ill, you see, did not choose to be homeless 

I once had a job and home like you, I was once nicely dressed 

Asylum chains did not hold me; neither should they... times have changed

But did I deserve to die cold and hungry... delusional and deranged? 

© Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry 

   (Both Poetry and Art)