Judging The Judge up the road is divorced Drinks wine that is very well sourced He bullies the ex wife Whilst he gambles with his #life And has his children only when he is forced.

Unidentity Kunt is her label Amongst some that surround her, who obsess and who toy... Oh look at the vision and misfit in #life The judges (ex) wife, entertainment to employ! Those mavericks, players and twats who annoy... To her enchanting presence and intimidating aura, mysterious eyes that suggest to the beholder a need to engage, and immerse into a possible danger: She will play, only her way Then suffocate and fade for their need to destroy... The very essence and fire They can't match, and despise the flame they extinguish that must now retire... If labelled a bird, but not cherished Just unheard - the irony will land and slip through their hands, for she will always battle to conquer and regain Back the zest and the swagger that bleeds not from their dagger. For again, she happens to welcome new minds who intrigue her and captivate, and nourish her passion she escapes fault when she's late it's her signature, and bespoke fashion. the journey she travels with the flip of a coin....

Promotion I got a promotion today, Ive reached the position others fear People dont know quite what to say Their faces ovrwhelmed at the sight of a tear. Its hard to be at the top, a lonliness arrives that i know will never leave I fight it hard. Lock it in tomorrow's cupboard. Drown out it's noise, only to hear it ringing in my ears even louder. In doing so i find myself lost in a crowd. Nobody hears me. My noise no longer resonates. Im pained by my paralysis of being somehow unable to reach for the Tv remote, to lift my mind away and keep me feeling i'm still afloat. Im five months into the role. It starts to sink in. Ill never be fired, demoted or mentored by my predecessors. I must embrace the lonliness, its teaching me courage and yet it feels cold. I feel too young. I still need the cushion that was always there to protect me. Im frightened that i no longer have any shelter, no safety net to collect me. I want to resist and ignore this aloneness. And yet it keeps knocking on my door, like a debt collector, warning me that i can run but i cant hide. Its like im saving it for a special occasion. I want to entain and connect but not yet... A new and somewhat foreign meaning keeps beconing inside my mind, baiting my thoughts. This lonliness i discard and deny is perhaps the comfort im so lacking. Perhaps staring back in its face Is an unveiling of my soul in peacetalks. The unfriendly hostility i have thrust at it so far, serves only to keep its identity under its burka. And yet i keep delaying this. Bullying my whole self into getting everything so very wrong. But which effortlessly i can do right, with poise, exellence. The school boy error. The right royal fuck up. The labels rhat follow... I secretly recognise the stillness that shall be my tonic. I must start taking it. Then watch and smile. The composing of my days are built solid, stand proud. Pride. Its a great asset. Not easy to fake. I have to fulfil this role. There is no one else for the job. I look at my predessesors with a renewed and high regard. You never told me about this acute and painful place at the top. Or that it comes with waves of huge satifaction too. You just got on with it. So i must too. When I lose my way ill turn to your legacy, ask what would you say. Ill see you again mum and dad, one day.

Second Date Everywhere she goes shes always late Makes an entrance on her own, never with a mate Always sporting a fancy scarf Shes holds court and has people laugh Enchanting all the men but then declines a second date.

Tube Tantrum Standing on the platform floor Watching faces squashed up against the door The stench of the sweat, amongst the morning set Why is it we dread it yet come back for more? @strangeurrrgh