Truth

I am an idea
Born in the  mind of a suffering man
Passed on by voice as the story began
Filling the Earth through millennial span.

I am a hazel twig
More power in your hand than the mightiest sword
Divining the facts from the evidence stored
A weapon revealed by the turn of a word.

I am a lightning rod
Feet planted in earth and head in the sky
Roaring defiance at the storm passing by
Strike as you like for I cannot die!

Red Ink

Self hatred scribed on flesh with blood red ink.
My cry for sympathy so plain to see,
that no-one sees, and so I eat and drink
self hatred. Scribed on flesh with blood red ink,
a message that I send to make you think
in letters big and bold. A bloody plea.
Self hatred scribed on flesh with blood red ink,
my cry for sympathy so plain to see.