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So Grateful
I met with a ****** and asked to state
Did he satisfy with ups and downs of life
He was grateful about his fortune,fate
He never ever complained being on knife

Thrown out in the age of five by parents
And remaining in the kicks of the society
With lot many pains and sheer imprints
How could he be straight and totally free

Grateful to God and all the near relation
With no daughters and with just no sons
Without any sentiments , without passion
Hats off to the person for but fair salvation

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2018 Golden Glow
I'm here in Brisbane city
There are people passing by
I'm staring at the ceiling
I'm getting high on the drugs
Need another cigarette
to calm my nerves
The girls are putting on a show
here in Brisbane city
silhouettes of innocence
portrayed in plays on Broadway
there is so much left for me to say

These dead-end streets
are leading nowhere
Familiar faces in far-off places
My imagination
keeps on creating situations
that's no good for me
I'm supposed to be carefree
But lately, I haven't felt the same
as I used to be.

I want to create a memory
here is Brisbane city
I dialled your number
into my phone
I know you've been hanging on my call
you're a girl with attitude
There are so many things
I want to do with you
here in Brisbane city
Nothing comes easy
I'm learning to survive
with every minute I wait
and every breath I take
I know there's a better way

These dead-end streets
are leading nowhere
Familiar faces in far-off places
My imagination
keeps on creating situations
that's no good for me
I'm supposed to be carefree
But lately, I haven't felt the same
as I used to be.

I want to bear the mark of you
You can see the part of me
hidden under my tattoos
it ain't a pretty sight
when I breakdown (alright)
I didn't want you to see me cry
here in Brisbane city
There are so many things in this world
You've learned a million signs
about reading between the lines
and every time I looked into her eyes
I didn't think to see the signs
that you needed me in your life (alright)

These dead-end streets
are leading nowhere
Familiar faces in far-off places
My imagination
keeps on creating situations
that's no good for me
I'm supposed to be carefree
But lately, I haven't felt the same
as I used to be.

Now I'm sitting in an empty house
in Brisbane city
And I know where I went wrong
But I can't stand this feeling
of being alone (alone)
I can't stand this feeling
of being alone
And I know where I went wrong
But I'm sick of being alone
And I won't move on
You shouldn't leave me on my own
here in Brisbane city
Cakk you up to come around
so I'm not alone in this empty house
in Brisbane city

These dead-end streets
are leading nowhere
Familiar faces in far-off places
My imagination
keeps on creating situations
that's no good for me
I'm supposed to be carefree
But lately, I haven't felt the same
as I used to be.

The spotlight comes on
As I start singing into this microphone
The crowd starts to go wild
I'm drunk
Here in Brisbane city
and girl your wrong for all the right reasons
nobody has to be alone tonight
Because I need you all in my life
here in Brisbane city
Everyone starts singing along with me
here in Brisbane city
silhouettes of innocence
portrayed in plays on Broadway
there is nothing left for me to say
In Brisbane city
Here in Brisbane city

©2018 Written By Benji James
 Jan 2018 Demonatachick
Cné
Climbing on the bus
Not looking forward to this trip
But it meant so much to her  
And how could I predict

That it would be her last hurrah
Before she passed away
Just one year ago marks
The anniversary of that day

It was an annual trip, with her twin
They took to different cities
With a group of old church folks
They called themselves
“The Traveling Gypsies”

As it turned out to be
My last fond memory
Of my mother and her twin
Before they were stripped
Of all their memories

Alzheimer’s was their reward
They gave it quite a fight
Bed ridden in their final days
Until they saw the light

Who's to say how it will end
Or where that place will be
A gutter in the streets of life
Or home where it should be

So as I sit and contemplate
These moments I recount
I think about the road ahead
And how I’ll make it count
My mom and her twin sister both had Alzheimer's. My mom was significantly more progressed than my aunt's. My aunt acted as my mom's caretaker long after we had them both moved to a memory care facility. They both did well there for about 6 months. Then my mom became aggressively depressed and crying all the time. At that time, they both had a bad sinus infection at the same time. My mother recovered but was still crying and complaining she couldn't breathe. However doctors could not find any ailments in her. My aunt ended up getting pneumonia. While in the hospital they discovered and diagnosed her with stage 4 terminal lung cancer. She died 4 months later with the last month being bed ridden, hardly eating until she was nearly only bones and on a breathing machine. My mom and her twin were always connected in the weird twin way ... knowing things between them, beyond normal comprehension. We all believe my mom knew (not in a cognitive way but in her own twin way) before diagnosed that her twin was going to die. None of us expected her to live much longer than her twin. They both had long life forces even crippled with cancer and Alzheimer's. My aunt Lorea (other mother) died Oct. 27, 2016. Up until that point my mother could still walk, talk, eat and recognize me and my siblings. However after she lost her twin she could no longer walk requiring much more individual care. We moved her to a residential home care facility. They worked really hard to try and revive her willingness to live. It wasn't a conscious choice to give up because with Alzheimer's your brain doesn't work right. She lasted less than 3 months after the death of her twin. It was heartbreaking, to say the least, to witness. I rejoice her being reunited with her twin and my father and free of the confinement of Alzheimer's but I'm still working through the finality of it on the earthly side. Growing up as a child of twins is a blessing of having two moms (one being the cool mom ... the mom you could tell anything to .. knowing she would know how to explain it to your real mom in a way you couldn't bring yourself to do) and a sister cousin, my aunt's daughter. I had an older sister (10 years) too. So in my case I had three moms I love dearly. I am grateful to still have my sister.
A destroyer, fell in love
With all it's heart
It loved everything around
But it forgot
That love destroys her
More than it destroys others!
I write, I love, I destroy
And back to square one.
Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.
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