Woeful of loss we bow our heads for the fighters
  who lost the battle, tears are shed for the memories
                               of those who knew them.

But alas can not say goodbye but from afar.  
                               We honour the fallen,

though we did not know them,
             we feel sorrow for all who knew them.


And hands to heart,
                              we say are sorrows


for there may be many more to come...

He was the brave,
              the martyr of the people.
Dying for what he believed in.

                                         The truth,
for every touch was a continuum
of what was spread upon others.

He told the world, was subjugated
        to a whistle that was silenced
before he could tune out a hum...

But he told the many,
                       of the few
that  have now become more.

That  just a whistle,
                            became a voice,
now that has  fall like a tree in
a forest of many but people
see them fall and fear they
could be  the next to be no more.

But his whistle has become a shout,
            and the people demand

honour for a man of life that died
               because he worked on those
suffering and now he had fallen.

He will be remembered as the one
             who cried out and saved
                      many before he timed out..

You finking you higher than
                Tower blocks.
King of no castle
                  Is what I think.


We laid seige to this fairy tale
                        That you lived in.
And the nightmare of your reality
     Began to sink in.

Quicker than sand, it swallowed
                             You deep.

And you didn't die, na that's
Way to easy, I got friends in places.
   A voice box cut out, stitches to
   Remember,  think what you
Say quietly to yourself cos
                        The walls have ears..

And you talk like a ***** on heat,  
******* others,
          with big man talk.


You ain't no king,  you ain't even
A porper..
          You alone and no ones
Backing up your words.

    Cos the street listens, and you got
   No voice, you were silenced even
Before you tried to be street.

You were  trod on more
than the pavement,
  *** holes are your weakness.
As you tripped over your own ****.

You tried to climb but then you fell.
Ain't no rapunsal,

                      ain't no queen.

   You were curb stomped and all those
Words you tried to speak just bleed
              All over an uncaring street.

I miss you,
I miss your flesh and
even your bones
I miss your face and
Terrible jokes
I miss you the same way a body misses it’s soul
And when your gone,
I decay just the same.
Now that I’ve fallen for you,
I can’t imagine myself
Without you.

I fell for you in the winter
my bones cold
I was decaying with fallen leaves
and I remember the books
How they described this feeling
with countless metaphors
But it’s like reading about gravity
And falling for the first time
With no way to see
What’s going to catch you.

Something keeps me awake,
in the midst of the storm,
and makes me want to fight,
instead of hide.
It lets me take up the battle
that others have feared to fight,
and diminishes the fear,
that has threatened to eat me alive.
Courage....

it makes you take a step,
when you could have run away,
makes you throw stones at the enemy,
and watch and wait,
it makes you move,
when you could have stayed trembling.
Courage...

It gets you on your feet again,
after you have fallen several times
it makes you push,
when there's no more strength in you
and leaves you waiting
when there's nothing to wait for.
courage doesn't await victory,
it works it out.
Stay courageous.

#P.J

Crackling skin-goes black.
Shades
You fade, you change.
Crevices-groves
I follow you, I watch you change.
At first I saw streams
Fresh flowing waters
It was sublime.
It dries
Canyons form
and you feel empty.