David Cocks QC tried to have his child aborted and never sees him though he promised the court he would.his humiliates his son.When his son was on a life support he told Sir Derek Spencer "I couldnt care less if he dies he is nothing to do with me I will never see him"He excluded and shunned the mother and blacklisted her though she was his young orphaned pupil.The child was not allowed to see his grandparents.
Friday, 25 June 2010
David Cocks does not see love his child who he has excluded since before birth and tried to have aborted for the sake of his career
Eyes I dare not meet in dreams In death’s dream kingdom These do not appear: There, the eyes are Sunlight on a broken column There, is a tree swinging And voices are In the wind’s singing More distant and more solemn Than a fading star.
Let me be no nearer In death’s dream kingdom Let me also wear Such deliberate disguises Rat’s coat, crowskin, crossed staves In a field Behaving as the wind behaves No nearer—
Those who have crossed With direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom Remember us—if at all—not as lost Violent souls, but only As the hollow men The stuffed men.
II
Eyes I dare not meet in dreams In death’s dream kingdom These do not appear: There, the eyes are Sunlight on a broken column There, is a tree swinging And voices are In the wind’s singing More distant and more solemn Than a fading star.
Let me be no nearer In death’s dream kingdom Let me also wear Such deliberate disguises Rat’s coat, crowskin, crossed staves In a field Behaving as the wind behaves No nearer—
Not that final meeting In the twilight kingdom
III
This is the dead land This is cactus land Here the stone images Are raised, here they receive The supplication of a dead man’s hand Under the twinkle of a fading star.
Is it like this In death’s other kingdom Waking alone At the hour when we are Trembling with tenderness Lips that would kiss Form prayers to broken stone.
IV
The eyes are not here There are no eyes here In this valley of dying stars In this hollow valley This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms
In this last of meeting places We grope together And avoid speech Gathered on this beach of the tumid river
Sightless, unless The eyes reappear As the perpetual star Multifoliate rose Of death’s twilight kingdom The hope only Of empty men.
V
Here we go round the prickly pear Prickly pear prickly pear Here we go round the prickly pear At five o’clock in the morning.
Between the idea And the reality Between the motion And the act Falls the Shadow For Thine is the Kingdom
Between the conception And the creation Between the emotion And the response Falls the Shadow Life is very long
Between the desire And the spasm Between the potency And the existence Between the essence And the descent Falls the Shadow For Thine is the Kingdom
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This is cruel and selfish behaviour inplanted in a man who was spoilt by his mother to believe he was above normal laws of reponsibilty and compassion quaint if the behaviour wasnt so insane most humans love and hon their children before the children of others to please other A total outrage for a man to bully his son in this secret and underhand manner Unthinkable self endorsement.Inhuman to shunn his son and be smug and gloating about it. Remorsless evil with no fairness and no respect for human dignity especcially his own and his sons who he tried to have aborted for the sake of his career after getting his young orphan pupil pregnant and abandoning her paying only £16.24pence a week while he has a 200 acrea estate Good for Sir Derek Spencer Q C what a courageous hero to stand against the bullying elites for the sake of justice and the human rights of a child who the father had declared to him when Sir Derek said the baby was struggling for life and breath on a life support machine,David Cocks Q C the childs father,who had made his pupil pregnant and abandoned her ! "I couldnt care less if the child dies i will never see him he is nothing to me "
Sad for the poor father to have such low morality to his child since pre birth and through life and a callous nature,grim and callous reading indeed David Cocks Q c is sensitive to his own delicate feelings as people callous to the feelings of others so often are but impervious to the felings and human rights of his son who he tried to have aborted for the sake of his powerful career prospects being untrammelled and his reputation unblemished as far as was visible to his elite professional friends.This may have remained but for the courage of Sir Derek Spencer Solicitor General his room mate and Sir Nicholas Wilson Q C now elected to The Suprem Court of England wh saw clearly the life and morality of an infant childto be above the power and wealthy of an ambitious and uncaring father as David Ccks Q C proved to the world to be
Truly shocking of david Cocks Q C not decent conduct towards his son and yes How in the name of all that is morally right could David Cocks Q C align his conscience with this cruelty to his own flesh and blood. indeed utterly grim. Awful behaviour from a rich and powerful man like David Cocks Q C who should know th rules of decency. Yes indeed utterly sad and dishonourable
David cocks Q C well surley he knows that it is not good to desert and hurt your own child even for the sake of your own pleasure in fact it is moral integrity which should overide all things not selfishnes and those who encourage such conduct for their own sake and selfish ends
David Cocks yearns it all his way Which means his child he did betray When he was ordered and expired All contact with the child he sired With glee he conjured up such fun To dredge through misery his son He didnt realise what he missed Unless he got himself quite pissed He felt he world was in his bank And didnt see his cruelty stank And that the moral compass shifted Even though his own had drifted The world had changed and people saw That cruelty was not in vogue any more The golden harp that used to hide The cries of children left outside Now was just an open book Where God and honest men would look And see the very souls of men And all their evil deeds wuold ken So men of good and men of ill Your deeds project your lineage till The day of judgement comes at last And all the power to hurt has treuly passed It isnt good to hurt a child The millstone on the soul is piled And writing in the sand of life Reveals all goodnes and all strife
"I love myself so very greatly" Said David Cocks so proud and stately You'll rarely see a man like me With limbs so rare and gait so free A sense of subte majesty I have a son but do not tell I do not want to go to hell I let it out that I am kind But really truely I dont mind leaving my paternal guise behind I left him on a life machine A merrier fellow youve never seen When I went off to hunt a fox And left my conscience in a box Sir Derek Spencer gave a look But I dont care what stance He took As long as I could riggle out And hunt and ride and loudly shout Oh Tally Ho my merry friends For I will never make amends And keep excuses pewing out To keep them calling me a lout I am a really merry chap But if you mention me just clap Applaud and say why he's so fine He'd never shunn his own bloodline."
Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
ReplyDeleteIn death’s dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind’s singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.
Let me be no nearer
In death’s dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat’s coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer—
Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom
Those who have crossed
ReplyDeleteWith direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom
Remember us—if at all—not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.
II
Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death’s dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind’s singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.
Let me be no nearer
In death’s dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat’s coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer—
Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom
III
This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man’s hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.
Is it like this
In death’s other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.
IV
The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms
In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river
Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death’s twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.
V
Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o’clock in the morning.
Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom
Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
Life is very long
Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom
For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.
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From The Hollow Men | 1925
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This is cruel and selfish behaviour inplanted in a man who was spoilt by his mother to believe he was above normal laws of reponsibilty and compassion
ReplyDeletequaint if the behaviour wasnt so insane
most humans love and hon their children before the children of others to please other
A total outrage for a man to bully his son in this secret and underhand manner
Unthinkable self endorsement.Inhuman to shunn his son and be smug and gloating about it. Remorsless evil with no fairness and no respect for human dignity especcially his own and his sons who he tried to have aborted for the sake of his career after getting his young orphan pupil pregnant and abandoning her paying only £16.24pence a week while he has a 200 acrea estate
Good for Sir Derek Spencer Q C what a courageous hero to stand against the bullying elites for the sake of justice and the human rights of a child who the father had declared to him when Sir Derek said the baby was struggling for life and breath on a life support machine,David Cocks Q C the childs father,who had made his pupil pregnant and abandoned her ! "I couldnt care less if the child dies i will never see him he is nothing to me "
miserable old git
ReplyDeletedreadful
ReplyDeleteSad for the poor father to have such low morality to his child since pre birth and through life and a callous nature,grim and callous reading indeed
ReplyDeleteDavid Cocks Q c is sensitive to his own delicate feelings as people callous to the feelings of others so often are but impervious to the felings and human rights of his son who he tried to have aborted for the sake of his powerful career prospects being untrammelled and his reputation unblemished as far as was visible to his elite professional friends.This may have remained but for the courage of Sir Derek Spencer Solicitor General his room mate and Sir Nicholas Wilson Q C now elected to The Suprem Court of England wh saw clearly the life and morality of an infant childto be above the power and wealthy of an ambitious and uncaring father as David Ccks Q C proved to the world to be
grim
ReplyDeleteEvil to behave this way to a child
ReplyDeletedreadful all because of the greed and inhumanity of David Cocks Q C and his cronies
ReplyDeleteTruly shocking of david Cocks Q C not decent conduct towards his son and yes How in the name of all that is morally right could David Cocks Q C align his conscience with this cruelty to his own flesh and blood.
ReplyDeleteindeed utterly grim.
Awful behaviour from a rich and powerful man like David Cocks Q C who should know th rules of decency.
Yes indeed utterly sad and dishonourable
Utterly shocking of David Cocks Q C
ReplyDeleteDavid cocks Q C well surley he knows that it is not good to desert and hurt your own child even for the sake of your own pleasure in fact it is moral integrity which should overide all things not selfishnes and those who encourage such conduct for their own sake and selfish ends
ReplyDeleteDavid Cocks yearns it all his way
ReplyDeleteWhich means his child he did betray
When he was ordered and expired
All contact with the child he sired
With glee he conjured up such fun
To dredge through misery his son
He didnt realise what he missed
Unless he got himself quite pissed
He felt he world was in his bank
And didnt see his cruelty stank
And that the moral compass shifted
Even though his own had drifted
The world had changed and people saw
That cruelty was not in vogue any more
The golden harp that used to hide
The cries of children left outside
Now was just an open book
Where God and honest men would look
And see the very souls of men
And all their evil deeds wuold ken
So men of good and men of ill
Your deeds project your lineage till
The day of judgement comes at last
And all the power to hurt has treuly passed
It isnt good to hurt a child
The millstone on the soul is piled
And writing in the sand of life
Reveals all goodnes and all strife
"I love myself so very greatly"
Said David Cocks so proud and stately
You'll rarely see a man like me
With limbs so rare and gait so free
A sense of subte majesty
I have a son but do not tell
I do not want to go to hell
I let it out that I am kind
But really truely I dont mind
leaving my paternal guise behind
I left him on a life machine
A merrier fellow youve never seen
When I went off to hunt a fox
And left my conscience in a box
Sir Derek Spencer gave a look
But I dont care what stance He took
As long as I could riggle out
And hunt and ride and loudly shout
Oh Tally Ho my merry friends
For I will never make amends
And keep excuses pewing out
To keep them calling me a lout
I am a really merry chap
But if you mention me just clap
Applaud and say why he's so fine
He'd never shunn his own bloodline."