Archive for March, 2015

Sceptics & funding it makes me laugh it does!

Posted in Uncategorized on March 31, 2015 by thecockneybard

Sceptics get funded to investigate something they say doesn’t exist. Worse still if they find it they won’t get funding. LMFBO!

Love -The Cockney Bard

Posted in Uncategorized on March 30, 2015 by thecockneybard

When all the winds have calmed. The sea waves crash against the shore no more. The sun flickers its light against the dying embers of a man’s last breath. I shall remember only one thing. I love, was loved and knew what love was.

Sleep like death – The Cockney Bard

Posted in Uncategorized on March 30, 2015 by thecockneybard

Sleep Like Death

Wipe not your tears when cold death knocks, or fear the loss of love once knew. Lay not the rose to wither on the grave, or watch the morning dew. Hear not the birds come early morn, or count the hours but slow away. Hurt not inside for those that died, and grieve not to dismay. Time, life’s short passage must there pass, like the memory of the looking glass, where pained expression seeks no more.

Just at this time – the Cockney Bard

Posted in Uncategorized on March 30, 2015 by thecockneybard

The skies so clear and blue, the brook it winds along the dale. The subtle breeze blows gently and passion fills my heart, but I am given my first lesson of sweet and tender love. How the skies seem far away as I lay and gaze aghast. My fair lady I dream like you of the days to come for us. Frightened rabbits scurry as movement comes from afar, but peace and calm do return as I hold you in my arms. Leave me never my fair maiden, for I do love you so. I am to lay my head right down, and drift into a flow of thoughts and images stretching my mind. How joyous my life is just at this time.

No Time when I do sleep -The Cockney Bard

Posted in Uncategorized on March 30, 2015 by thecockneybard

No Time When I Do Sleep

Methinks time the dial of day speak words of irrelevance, words of disdain. Inappropriate words, ill words on this day, a day of despair. My conscience play a sombre tune of which I sigh this day, I crie a tear that fall. Sadly longing, despised each word that describes time. Methinks day must turn to night for sigh to turn to sleep, to dream forgetting time and day. No more disdain, my pleasure gained for sleep becomes my friend. Words of ill no longer heard as I do gentle sleep. Silent night, my conscience rest and freed my plight. My cursed mind no more to rage, no time when I do sleep.

Forever its beauty send – the Cockney Bard

Posted in Uncategorized on March 30, 2015 by thecockneybard

Did ever more beauty speak words than eyes touched by heavenly spheres, where a beauties eyes did gaze their most important deeds. Were ever more beauty to descend from creative imagery, where pictures of mind do cast a visionary sight, enfolding dreams of night. Stars and moon, sun and air do share your beauty and if perchance thy vision end, thy mind forever its beauty send.

Waters of thy Christ – The Cockney Bard

Posted in Uncategorized on March 29, 2015 by thecockneybard

Waters Of Thy Christ

When the child is born unto the woman, thy child is given but life. The womb it does give life to one so small, such beauty beholden a mother and child. See but the glory of love that cascades from womb that child can grow unto a man or woman. Let not the heart cry but bring upon laughter that the child may live a life but full. Shelter not the child but set it upon the world with gusto and enable the eyes and heart to feel but free. Spare the souls of the departed that they may returneth through thy mother’s womb, unto this I say that thy child may be thy grandparent or thy brother that have fade from thy memory since thy death. Let one remember that not in the tears of a child are raindrops but waters of thy Christ.

Unusual piece transcibed via conversing with spirits.