In Search of the Swan


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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.

By thecockneybard, Oct 1 2020 10:40AM

Sometimes in life you just have to be strong, no matter what the cost. You have to be outspoken and determined to succeed, and irrespective of whatever anyone thinks, says or does remain true to your values. Don't let doubt cast a shadow over the determined will. Nobody can accuse you of failure, if your desire to succeed becomes the envy of others!

By thecockneybard, Oct 1 2020 09:54AM

I painted the picture of life.

I used images in my mind.

I used colours to portray emotion.

I used strokes that move in time with the days of life.

I used mirrors that reflect the image in the face

Of the tired man.

I used conundrums to fill the minds of those

Whom search the painting.

I used degrees of self to portray my picture.

The picture, a painting of life.