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RIP Christine.

😢

Unsung Heroes

Vilakazi,
in the riots of  ’76,

Henderson,
in the shadows of ’77,

Bailey,
through the dark and bitter end:

Not sacrificing themselves
for a cause,

these ordinary men,

just rescuing
our hopes,
one act at a time.

Photo by RIP – © beeblu

Weekly Photo Challenge: Friendship

When you peer

through the looking-glass

of the artefacts of friendship,

do you know yourself?

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See the Daily Post for more entries to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Friendship

The Song Remains the Same

Image via http://www.sxc.hu

We were cigar-smoking sylphs,
we were angst-ridden waifs,
not quite role-model material
We were The Clash and The Cure,
Lena-Lovich demure,
but never Nirvana funereal

We were Flashdance and Fame,
we were Grease, Purple Rain,
not Dolly-sweet 9 to 5vers
We were Wham, All That Jazz,
Chorus Line razzmatazz,
Saturday Night Fever survivors

We were pathological humour,
the kohl-girls of rumour,
but never drug-addled chic
We were Dark Side of the Moon
and Kate Bush la lune,
living The Dreaming mystique

We were polka-dot punkers,
Spandau Ballerinas,
not tattooed suicide-grunge,
Twisted Sister crazies,
You were Thelma, I, Louise

But,
in the end,
only you
took that plunge

Don’t tell

I keep it
I keep it
under lock and key

I keep it
I keep it
you know it’s safe with me

your secret’s shared,
the burden’s doubled,
another heart’s forever troubled

I keep them
I keep them
I’m no longer free