It's like falling into a spider web.
The more you struggle,
the harder it is.

Doctors won't help you.
They'll just give you drugs
that take away the anxiety,
but bring your emotions along with it.

Friends will try and help.
But they can only do so much
before they tell you to get over yourself
and to stop being a baby.

So you'll stay at home,
and smoke your cigarettes
and bite your nails
and take shallow breaths.

All you want
is someone
to put their hand on your shoulder.
To be patient.
To understand,
to kiss you goodnight,
and ruffle your hair in the morning.
All you want is someone to whisper in your ear louder than anxiety already does.

He was an American soldier
He stood for the red white and the blue .
He carried a a tremendous secret
that nobody but him knew.

He was an american soldier
the war he fought was inside his head
The needle was the gun and
the heroine was the lead

He was an American soldier
happiness a camouflage he hid behind so well
His lonely heart his fox hole
His personal trench of hell

He was an American soldier
A symbol of the free and the brave
A prisoner of his addiction
His life only his to save

He was an American soldier
Who's life came to an end
He was an American soldier
I called him my best friend .

I'm a cool cat
Who likes to ****
The smooth jazz
That dances off my pen
Compliments
The 'garette I smoke

The dance of pen to pad
The movement
The shake
Rumble
Makes my fingers snap
And my feet tap.

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

I've learned that happiness
cannot be found in the form of a little
purple capsule.
I've learned that Pisa will have to wait until next time.
I've learned that the third mushroom
held in my sweaty palm was not as
big a deal compared to the other two opening my mind.
I've learned that a part of me
died that night where we ****** in a
room with no furniture.
I've learned that life is work and that
the molotov cocktail of Dubrah and eay mac
that came spewing from me left an orange tang
upon the floor.
I've learned that pain is better than numbness
and that jabbing a sewing needle repeatedly in my arm
was an educated decision.
Most importantly I've learned that together we are better than alone.

His words were
art, were
music, were
inspiration,
and damnation
all together
ink and pen
wrote these words
came from his hand
he wrote

You're so sweet
Just like a peach.
You're so kind
I can't believe you're mine.
What can I do to show I love you?
What could I ever possibly do?
The hands  on the clock pass slowly
Time goes on sluggishly, tiredly.
Butterflies flit and flap their wings
I'm so nervous I could sing.
Twenty minutes, fifteen, ten, five..
My heart is racing.. Have I ever felt so alive?
The bell rings le déjeuner has arrived.
At last the time has come!
I race the halls and there you are...
Waiting for me.. Smiling when you see me..
I'm in your arms once more and life is good again.
So let's savor these sweet moments, and live each day to its fullest
Smiling always, laughing often, loving every minute.
Life is good with you around
I love you always.

Did it make you feel good
to give a girl twelve years your junior
enough ******
to **** her?

Does it get you hard
when you see her
fall back,
susceptible to you?

Did it make you feel like a man
to make her blood
almost as toxic
as you?

How do you fall asleep at night?

I find it very difficult to enthuse
Over the current news.
Just when you think that at least the outlook is so black that it can grow no blacker, it worsens,
And that is why I do not like the news, because there has never been an era when so many things were going so right for so many of the wrong persons.