Judgement #life is a series of adventures. Adventures that we cant always win. We go through them with the knowledge that once we are on the other side we are better people. We use this knowledge to aid us in adventures all around us. As we get older, newer, more difficult adventures come into play. But we know that by tackling them we may one day have the skills to finish them successfully. Eventually the rate at which new adventures come slows down, until we hit a happy medium of success and lessons learned. We do all this not for glory or fame, but to be able to look at ourselves at the end of our lives and be able to feel proud of the person we see. We do this because there is only one judge in #life, only one that truly matters, and that is: ourselves.

The Voice Of Reason I am the voice of reason that falls on deaf ears I am the memory that brings the tears I am the beating heart of the #lifeless corpse I am the one that knows your thoughts I am the dreams of the sleepless night I am the vision that needs no sight I am the what ifs? And maybes? Of eternal regret I am the beast that dogs your steps I am the chill, running down your spine I am the one who calls you mine I am the longing ache in your heart I am the one who tells you to start I am the lonely corridors of your soul I am the child who longs to know I am the destroyer of hopes and dreams I am the fabric frayed at the seams I am the pain that fuels your words I am the song of a thousand birds I am the nameless faces you pass I am the moments you wish would last I am the one that guides you so Now write my child so that they might know I am the one that holds you dear Now speak my child, I'm always here I am the man behind the eyes I am the one who tells no lies I am the one that guides you so Now write my child so that they might know....

Football #poem The time has come The match is here The players take the field The whistle blows The ball is kicked What team will finally yield? A pass here, a pass there A rocket from afar A fingertip save a must A cross, a header A mazey dribble toward the box A veteran defender left in the dust A battle, a war The opposing crowds roar A city split in half An ooh and an aah As the action unfolds Who will get the last laugh? Half time is apon us The score is level Time for the gaffer to work his magic Does he bring on a sub? Change the formation? The wrong move now would be tragic The match resumes The manager fumes A defensive slip lets in a goal The blues go wild The reds jeer The noise attacking their soul But oh no whats this A lunge or a dive? The ref points to the spot Time to step up To become a hero All it takes is one shot The boos and the whistles The butterflies rise What happens if i miss? No time for doubt Just give it a clout Ive got this The net bulges The reds scream We're level once again We jump and we cheer We hug and spill beer We're one and the same The whistle blows A chance missed The short journey home to complain Now back to our lives Our families, our wives At least until the next game

Winter Wonder I often sit and wonder On a cold winters day What treasures spring will bring What weather we'll have in may Will the grass be covered in dew or frost? Or snowfall from the night before? Will we awake on springs morn With sunlight at our door? Will the air be full of birdsong? Repeating in our heads Will the fog creep closer still Whist we are tucked up in our beds? Will the rain lash at our windows? The droplets race to the sill Will the wind expose the trunks Of trees upon the hill? As the weather flits between extremes The ground erupts with #life The bugs and shrubs grow stronger Strengthened by their strife The clouds become fluffy, the sun hotter Summers on its way But still i sit and wonder On a cold winters day