In Search of the Swan


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By thecockneybard, Oct 4 2020 02:55PM

I am not religious - Are you an atheist? No, I believe in God - But you said you are not religious? I am not. My God is nature. It is in all and in everything and God is as good a name as any to describe a sublime intelligence. Something we cannot possibly understand, but can only be in awe of!

By thecockneybard, Oct 4 2020 02:49PM

Beauty never fades, nor does the sun extinguish its fire. For what is beauty? If you say I know, you'd be a liar. Beauty to one is not to another. To a mirror it is all things and nothing. Beauty is a perfection, unblemished and undefined. It is a pleasure unrestrained to the eye. To one beauty can be a rose in full bloom and to another the seed in the palm of his hand. In the darkness beauty is but a moment in the mind, and in the light, it is a perception of one's own judgement. Beauty you are an illusion, a deception, a fool's gold. All things to all men. In revealing her I too am condemned to the fickle folly of describing beauty!

By thecockneybard, Oct 4 2020 02:42PM

The world is full of mind numbing depravity to acts of great love. Mankind reaches from the beautiful to the most abhorrent. In the making of a human being from a child of innocence to an adult of love or hate, we are to define humanity as neither a substance of love nor hate, but a voluminous mixture of both.

By thecockneybard, Oct 2 2020 09:08AM

Give me rational and reasoned argument and I will listen. I will give you rational and reasoned argument but will you listen? I will question you, will you answer me? You will question me, I will answer you. Does that make me better than you? Or you better than me? Is your truth more worthy than mine? My answer is all truth is worthy. We as human beings just need to know when it is found!

By thecockneybard, Oct 2 2020 08:59AM

Praying for this day to end as death surrounds me.

As scared as any man, yet I no more than a child.

Suffering each friend’s demise as in horror I reel.

Sacrificing my sanity and all I once knew, little as that was.

Cold bodies, charred bodies, faceless bodies abound.

Hearing the screams of fallen mates and those I know not.

Every sound I hear magnified in hell’s tortured mind.

Nearing death oneself as shells descend. Good God!

Dreams, optimism, youth’s filled hope, banished to nothing! As pity rolls down my face in misshaped tears, pray for me won’t you. Every Soldier dreams a victorious end. If only! Layed in mud, sacrificial lambs, butchered and slain. Etched in some memory in years to come, me and my fallen chums!

By thecockneybard, Oct 1 2020 11:16AM

I was taught, I gave others my teaching, I questioned not. They questioned not. They believed, I believed, that my teaching was just and true. Suddenly the world was full of people who questioned not. In a world of those that questioned not, the teaching became a truth and from that truth spawned the many of misunderstood. The misunderstood were those who never questioned if, what and why?

By thecockneybard, Oct 1 2020 11:15AM

I have burnt my fingers in the writing of truth. I have worn my mind to borders of madness in its quest. But I would rather burn the soles of my feet with the fires of hell than let a liar bring me down. Indeed I would.

By thecockneybard, Oct 1 2020 10:52AM

What if I fall? Oh, but my darling what if you fly? Saw this and thought how beautiful it was.

By thecockneybard, Oct 1 2020 10:45AM

Although my life is soon to end I ponder mistakes I have made. I grieve for a life wasted in short spans, for my time callous in places. Who am I, what am I on a road I briefly touched. I endeavored to be the best I could, when I could, but learning for me was a barrage of obtrusive sentiments, blocking an otherwise sensitive human being. I hated me at times with such a despairing loathing of who I should be, what I should be. In truth life seemed to pass me by. So here I am facing death, a certainty. Its revelation soon thrust upon me. I know not of death & what I shall face. I love to imagine it is some wonderful paradise, where many before me have walked and where many will do so after my demise. I want to imagine many will celebrate my passing, but in reality I know no paradise, and no joyous celebration of the life I have had. What will become of me as death knocks at my door? No celebration? no light? no darkness? nothing? I am to believe that? My all, my everything comes down to one moment in a lifetime, when I close my eyes for a final time, perhaps scanning a lifetime of memories? Perhaps an empty void where they should be? I realise now as death calls me that life could have be kinder, I could have been better, but my lasting memory was how short it all was and that nothing could have prepared me for death. Death, be nice to me, be painless, be ruthless and quick for you are all I have left. I cannot foresee tomorrow. My needs are few, my wants are many but life and death are part of my journey, your journey too! Say goodbye from me won’t you as I sail on my merry way. Raise a glass or tip your hat. Please don’t forget me as life surely will. Death will embrace me, will comfort me, will bring me all that I never found. And who knows I may return a better man on the road we know as life.

By thecockneybard, Oct 1 2020 10:41AM

When people showed me envy I showed them beauty. When people ridiculed me I showed them truth. When I showed them truth they showed me anger. When they showed me anger I saw a great weakness in them.