Truth Hertz

Truth!
I call upon Truth
Let your Self be known.

Truth!
Do not hold your hungry tongue.

Truth, bear Witness
Offspring of Justice
Fathered by what is
Mothered by that which will always be.

Truth, principled whisperer of potent prayers
Pregnant as an overdue season
guaranteed to have its ripening.

Truth, monstrous ocean vexed by toxic lies,
Sucking lightening from the sky
In a clash, a mighty war
for the souls of humanity.

Truth! You are summoned
To shatter me with your song
Expose the right from wrong.

Blaring as your scream may be,
Ravage me.
Glaring beast, do your worst!

You might rip the lids from my eyes
Shred my lips so I cannot deny
Burst my ear drum, tear at my skin
Strip me to my bone, but
It
      is
           Time.
All illusions must be razed to the ground

I open my heart.
I let you in.

I stand firm 
in the roar of your electric wind.

Written by Zena Edwards©. March 3rd, 2012

Fly

Life told me to run on the elixir of the wind
Don’t look back. Everyone will be fine.
Stay on my toes. Keep my arms pumping.
Keep giving the heart new blood.

I told Life but I cannot see the ground now.
It said you do not need to.
You have no business with it this day.
This one is for imagining.

Zena Edwards© 2012

tweet poems - #temptation

The suck the pull the lure the open door
ajar enuff 4 muffled sound & dim lite 2 spill.
The gaping need 2 kno must b fulfilled
#temptation


Zena Edwards© 2012 

tweet poems - #unsolvedmurder

He listens 2 th grass grow, 
bugs legs tangle in their blades, 
worms munch @ decibels. 
He waits 4 a quiet tht wont eva come
#unsolvedmurder

Zena Edwards© 2012 
 

Tweet Poems - #TheSincerestFormOfFlattery

#TheSincerestFormOfFlattery 

U grabbed my words 

the moment they left my lips, 

made me pair of wings 

I could fly the distance with. #listening

Zena Edwards© 2012 
 

Tweet Poems - #FallingInLove Pt 1

#FallingInLove #Love is the Ultimate Muse. 

The blood and the bruises are the war wounds 

from engaging in battle with Creativity. 

#Every1wins

Zena Edwards© 2012 
 

Tweet Poems - #Flirting

He took my temperature by #Flirting w th creativity of a plank.
Wud have preferd if he'd left the tree in 1 piece,
left the leaves 2 rustle

Zena Edwards© 2012 
 

Tweet Poems - #NotOfLikeMinds

Ur words r either lead or flotsam: dense sunken cynicism 

or forgettable debris of plagarised helium 

My #TimeIsShort mafren

Zena Edwards© 2012 
 

Tweet poems - #Tattoos

She sed u not only commit this image 2 ur skin,
u document ur ability 2 make choices made from voices within.
B sure 2 listen well

Zena Edwards© 2012 
 

Tweet Poems - #Untitled

Love: if its put where its appreciated
u'll c a return

If not, it'll be a breeze
smellin of bread bakin
perplexin those that missed the offerin

Zena Edwards© 2012 
 

Estar - The Star of Creativity Pts 1, 2 & 3

I was commissioned to write a piece in 3 parts about creativity and its holistic value in the community for the Arts and cultural building Podium Mozeik in the Netherlands for their 5th birthday. http://www.podiummozaiek.nl/

Haytham Safia - U’d
Peter Prommel - Percussion

"What the guide told me", a poem - Haiti revisited

"She is still here," said the guide,

points to the girl a short distance away.

The naive nuance of her laugh

travels on the scent of the insouciant breeze

A friend was braiding her hair. Then

she stops. Playfulness halted by a rigid chill . 

The skinny friends big eyes blink slow, 

enough breath space for incredible memory to be made real 

then she hugs her shoulders

wipes her face. They do not see

me watching.

There are no locks.

There was no knock,

just a hiss 

as the venom slid under

her mouth mashed 

by hot palm

her tongue 

in her belly now

"No!"exploding - 

shards - pinned 

under fathoms of poison

passing into her

stripping innocence from her bones.

A malignancy lingers,

a ringing residue, a hum that numbs the passing of that night.

It died a mournful death in a culture which celebrates

greetings from ancestors, who wait with a blanket

and sweet water in clay bowls.

A sad crossing from girlhood to womanhood,

a yard before her third menstruation,

a story away from joyous excitement

of her full blossoming.

Image source: Dangerous Camps. Click to go to article

"She is in the camp still. She has no-one, but she is brave."

The teeth went deep, 

the injection was clinical-

the venom clings.

The buff of a waterfall from free flowing virtuous rivers

over vertiginous ridges 

won't scourer her clean,

but the children will still play and women reason

rubbing suds and laundry on the rocks.

Her smile has returned - the soft measured plosives

of a friends careful words burst her absorption.

The skinny girl pecks her forehead,

returns attention to her hair.

And so it goes, till when she's ready

to release: grey stillness, intermittent flares of light - blaze.

She fights back the scent of semen - a chemical burn

on her virginity - the stain that spoiled a vista

of fresh vestal verdancy, now a wizened rainforest

on the broken belt of the coast seen from the satellite

of intermittent disembodiment

"It could be anyone.

The epidemic is spreading,

no one is safe these days."

"What is the antidote?" I say out loud.

"No one knows

yet. But the women have strong spines here."

written By Zena Edwards©

Written in response to the shocking reports of the rape epidemic in the settlements camps post the January 12th, 2012 Haiti earthquake.

To read my full blog on how this piece was inspired click here for the TRAVELLING LIGHT BLOG.

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Helpful Links

RAPE CRISIS - England and Wales  http://www.rapecrisis.org.uk/

SURVIVE.ORG - http://survive.org.uk/

SURVIVORS UK - support male rape and sexual abuse - http://www.survivorsuk.org/