Consider the individual differences in the experience of pleasure.
Reason that certain individuals may be more sensitive
to the pleasurable effects and thus experience them with greater intensity, resulting in addiction.
Therefore,
I am an addict.
Addicted to words
Addicted to expression
in all formats.
My positive urgency to write
is a dependence on viewing
words, sentences and rhymes
of descriptions forming,
magically upon the page.
Behavioural addiction.
Not, gambling, ***, drugs or
Rock 'n' Roll but of
Ink,paper, pen, iPad, tablet
the format has changed over the
centuries, the need has not.
Fiction, truth,lies and promises
all end up in that icy part of a writers heart,
tearing, souls and breaking hearts,
soul shattering truths held in shadows
of the soul

Softly swishing on the air, a breeze gets caught in my room.
The gentle air does little to cool the fire ablaze on the bed.
Shallow breathing fans my ear, as I lie across your chest.
The rise and fall of your torso remind me of the rise and
fall of us during, this, our final night alone.
Summer is turning to autumn, soon the leaves will brown
and fall. How quickly a summer's night breeze can cool ardour.
Passion, heat, intensity all have seen the inside of this room.
What happens when they leave? Do they leave on the last breeze?
Tracing your body with my nails, I feel you stir, yet you murmur
her name. You moan and arc your back, a droplet of sweat rolls
down your neck, catches in the hollow, glistening, listening.
I lift my head and dart my tongue to your neck, lick the sweet sweat,
and know that when the weather breaks, and the breeze turns clouds darker with rain, you and I will be here again

Every breath I take reminds me I'm alive
My uniqueness survives my weakness,
my illness has given me a strength, that,
I never knew existed.
My health is deteriorating, failing,
day by day, but despite these facts,
I can say "******* MS" I'm staying
at least a while longer!
I'll never give up, or give in, without a scream, or a fight.
You have stealth, I have a wealth of love
You have insubstantiality, I have no regrets
You have pain, I have gain.
Through my pain, fatigue, depression and laments,
I've gained a friend, ME.

Wise scarecrow with
Awareness both harrowing and
fallowing, wisdom and knowledge.

Straw in glove you stand in a field
straw man, scarer, protecter of the
unseen world, and fields.

Kuebiko (崩え彦 "disabled prince")
you have no legs to roam,stood out in the wet and cold.
You and I Mr scarecrow are alike, no working legs.

Afflicted ******,our minds still know
Impaired we are a pair of straw myths
Because he stands all day outdoors, he knows everything
Because I sit all day indoors, I know time.