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Oh what a lovely day this is!
We had one like this – but where?
Away abroad with Jane - and thing -
Our son with hair so fair.
We must have been in Cyprus
Or maybe in Capri.
That boy, the keenest cyclist,
And he was only three!
He had a sort of nickname
I don't remember what.
It's years ago and far away,
But important it is not.
And it's much the same with Jane
Who cares for me so very well.
My mind can be a pain.
I only know the sun did shine
That day so far away.
And very regal stuff it does,
Remembering that again.
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“I am the demented poet. Hear my call”
Disgracefully dementing,
frustration fermenting,
Vocally venting,
desperate denial.
Developing daily,
malevolent malady.
Furious fidgeting,
Terrifying twitching.
Dementia diagnosis,
painful prognosis,
Broken, begotten,
futures forgotten.
Haunting hallucinations,
perverse persecutions.
Rightly refusing
maniacal musings.
Cognitive chaos,
illuminating illusion,
Wordless wanderings,
constant confusion.
Corrupted connections,
invasive insurrections,
Deadly directives,
interventions ineffective.
People pretending,
niceness never ending,
Totally transcending,
cognitive comprehension.
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Gerald King - Feelings
04:28
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When the grey mist descends
It’s not easy to comprehend
My head’s in a vice like grip
Slowly squeezing, applying pressure
Numbing my senses and feelings
Makes me want to close my eyes
And blank out the world around me
The only ones who truly understand
Are those who dance to the same tune
Can you feel all my frustrations inside
As I hold back the flood of emotions
And look to find peace and salvation
From these demons that hold me down
Breaking up my thoughts into a thousand
Mixed up pieces, just like a jigsaw puzzle
That has lost the cover to its box which explains
Why I can no longer see the whole picture
Left in silence as language slowly leaves me
And our moments in space and time slowly slip away
If I break down will you comfort me
Help me to remember things differently
To live for those moments and memories
That I can no longer put into words
Help me to embrace these feelings
As this disease erases all my emotions
That makes us feel so human
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Cry loud from the wild
From first breath drawn
Till last breath's rattle
Cry loud from the wild.
Cry loud in the dawn
From the sun's gentle embrace,
That quickens the spirits’ travels
Cry loud in the dawn.
Cry loud to the dark
As the spirit finds its rest
It will wait to be reborn.
Cry loud to the dark.
Cry loud from the wild
Begin the fire of life
That will end once more in death.
Cry loud from the wild .
Cry wild, cry wild, cry wild.
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Deepness Dementia Media Scotland, UK
Deepness Dementia Media is a platform that gives people tools for living well with dementia, designed collaboratively with those with dementia leading the process.
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