Open your eyes to the beauty of this planet
Nature, since ages, is a work of creation
Its creativity is beyond compare-a masterpiece
We have to wake up to see the true beauty
Open the eyes of our souls to view the vivid colors
All artifacts are work of the master craftsman
Where else can we see so much creativity?
It is all around us, in the midst of nature
The testimony to the works of supreme creativity

Curse you memories
grow new wings and fly away
follow breeze's song

First there is the prep.
The roommate.
Wearing salmon colored pants.  
He has Shaggy from ****** Doo
On his left thigh.
The alcoholic.
She has a drinking problem.
She is in denial of her drinking problem.
She hangs out with the loners.
The loners.
Unkempt, unattractive and fat in all the wrong places.
The blond looks like Tom Petty.
The one with dark hair, glasses and braces
They live next door.
Living together but segregated. 
Wild cards.
All of us.

©Gambit '13

To you
To have breathed the same air

To have grown and loved and touched

So lucky in youth

You said I write about love

I say I wish I knew how to keep it

These silly days of letting go and not letting in

So ******* the lovers
We can’t hold on to the kiss

But we can hold on to the heart
We hold on to our chance
Our faith that you, are there
the right one
You are there, and you are looking for me,

I am just below the trees

Your
searing kiss;
pure bliss
masquerading
as oral tranquilizer.

Illusive lover of my soul,
Clock my constant beating thoughts.
My hands are burning,
From the sliding twine
On your puppet heart.

You slip away repetitively,
Disappearing in the folds
Of a dark rippling curtain.
You speak to me narrowly,
Resonating through the empire
Of my hollow, straining ears.

I hold on to you infinitely,
At your feet; the goddess of ache.
Let the warmth of your mind
Be a blanket of stillness,
Lead me to sleep...