You 

picked me 

up paused and 

put me back down 

you 

left 

my voice 

without a sound 

for though I weap 

you’ll 

never 

know as 

you left me 

here with naught but 

tears 

 © Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry 

You 

don’t like 

my rainbows in 

the snow I yearned 

for 

you 

but now 

you’ll never know

I’m left bereft shaking

in 

the 

cold as 

you don’t like 

my rainbows in the 

snow 

© Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry 

Blue Ceiling Skies

I can still smell you

See your blue pitched ceiling 

Sense your wanton kisses on my skin

Feel the warm electric waves ripple and rise from my inner thighs 

Leaving my stomach and chest fluttering  

I can see your face 

To me you’ll not age 

Oh how I wanted you as we laid

Listening to Layne’s haunting pain... guttural vibration in veins  

Suspended in air we took our first taste 

Your gentle brown eyes

Your delicious dark smile

We were inseparable for a while

Happily ever after I wanted: I was disappointed 

Naively believing... I was but a child    

Vinyl cover thumbed 

Our fervour echoes, hums

When I hear an Alice In Chains song 

In me etched, though you’ve long since disappeared, just as back then I feared

Captured forever in Layne’s tortured lungs

But I’m no longer 

Left in cold to wander 

On angry chair fallen asunder 

For now I’m in true arms of grace, your bitter pill made sweet my taste

Would I now know love, without you

...I wonder 

@ Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry 

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Butterfly

Zipped away from the world's harsh realities, is where I choose to be

Cushioned by love and belief; daydreams, hope and love of the ethereal  

Basking in art, music, nature and of course, star-spun poetry

It's kinder here; I'm protected, gently cradled deep within my mind

In the silken, gossamer chamber I allow my hope and dreams to frequent

Somewhere that only a kindred, like-minded soul, could..,ever find 

Here is where my dreams are cocooned in safety; lie in a crystallised form

As I’m too delicate for the spinning air of hatred, harsh words and harmful deeds

Here I'm hidden from life's cruel whirlwind's; from the eye of its tempestuous storm 

I reside here, alone, often: biding my time, drinking in the nectar of imagination

Watching images dance, my senses swirl and feeding my soul serenading melodies 

Healing; opening, purifying my mind; beginning my gold-fused, Kintsugi, transformation   

Perceiving through pure-of-heart, untainted filters; teaching myself to, once again, see 

Getting stronger each day; a new sense of self worth... acceptance and understanding 

Allowing myself love, patience and recuperation; allowing myself just... to be 

Knowing one day soon I'll emerge wiser, reborn, radiant and unencumbered

Spreading my strong, lovelaced wings so I can, at last, love myself and soar... free! 

© Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry.

It's Time

It’s Time 

Oppression, depression, lies, spin and greed

Poverty, hostility... causing people to be in need

Wars, laws, institutions... manipulated and abused

Abandoned, bludgeoned...the people left confused

Polluted, diluted truth... not seen, heard or told

Debts: VETs maimed for what... control and black gold?

Poverty... commodity valued higher than people

Homeless: heartless... the disabled and vulnerable culled 

Harassment... embarrassment, body shaming; media to blame

Fillers, filters, beauty off-kilter... the world’s now gone insane  

Sexual abuse, domestic abuse, rape... not safe in our own homes  

Gambling, borrowing... exorbitant Pay Day extortionate loans 

Stress, depression... anaesthetising prescription drug misuse   

Big Pharma’s blatant, callous greed... it’s the suffering they abuse   

PTSD, anxiety...  why can’t we just be kind?

Jealousy, insensitivity... invisible disease and broken minds

Shootings, lootings, stabbings... murder and terrorist attacks

Paedophilia, nuclear arms... politicians or mythomaniacs?  

Hunger, torture... refugee camps are now an epidemic

Racism, sexism, homophobia: hatred... a pandemic 

Bigotry... derogatory attitudes towards differing faiths and beliefs

Killings, bombings, bloodshed... the world saturated in grief

Dictatorship with censorship... Big Brother in our homes  

Docile, none-tactile... social media makes us feel alone

Empathy now apathy... we have been divided to be ruled

Compassion’s not in fashion... comforting a child can get you sued  

Texting, sexting... there’s no intimacy to be found on screens

Home alone... a computer or phone can’t hold you when you scream 

Is this what, for our children, we want... fear isolation and misery?

Isn’t it time to question our ways, challenge what we’re drip fed... disbelieve?

Time, our Age now re-engages... learns what humanity is heading towards     

It’s time to unite against our plights; make a stand and say... No More!

@ Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry 

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