Red Hot Blue Nights: Touched by the Winds

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

Thanking the Heavenly Father for all his wonderful blessings and all things made possible.

Acknowledging my entire family for their love and support, and thanking them for their lifetime of inspiration.

Acknowledging the publisher of this book and thanking the whole staff for their excellent work.

Giving a very gracious thanks to all of you who take the time to read this book, or any part of it. May you spread love across the world.

INTRODUCTION

Red Hot Blue Nights, is the third book written by the author. His first book is entitled Crime Love & Black Pearls, and the second is entitled Mad Guns Till Romance."

This particular book, Red Hot Blue Nights, is based on love and crime, where romance give way to betrayal, and life and death are friends. Whether fighting for survival or wealth.

It speaks to the course of action that is taken when choosing love over madness, and life over death. Revealed through the narratives of the most wonderful poetic short stories, and action felt story poems depicting crime and romance.

The contents of this rare book speaks the language of true feelings, and capture the imagination.

Table of Contents

 ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

 INTRODUCTION

 Dancing with the Sun

 A Picture in My Mind

 The House of Cards

 Beyond the Waterfall

 One Love

 Paper Dream

 The Face of an Angel

 Vampire Night

 Strangers in Love

LIFE IS MUSIC LIFE IS A SONG

 Rampage

 Winter Wind

 My Heavenly Father

 Red Skies

 Stray Cat

 Grand Theft Auto

 Agent Eyes

 Season Love Calls

 The Slammer

 I’m the One to Blame

 The Concubine

 Outlaws on the High Sea

 Angel of Love

 The Vagabond

 Singing Love Songs

 A Thug in Touch with Love

 Stolen Kisses

 Out of the Treetop

 Betrayal

 Queen Bee

 Not a Good Day to Die

 Come Alive

 Steel Trap

 Running Away with Love

 Red Hot Blue Nights

 Hanging onto the Wind

 Law Dogs

 One Man Band

 Falling in Love Again

 The Trade House Rip Off

 Sparkles in the Winds

 The Touch of Music

 The Roar of the Jaguar

 Refined By Time

 Windmills

 Shooting for Stolen Love

 The Dreamer

 Time Waits Not

Dancing with the Sun

Dancing with the sun,

beneath the

tall sky.

Till the Polynesian

days go

drifting

by.

Listening to the sweet

sounds, till the

sun goes

down.

Then comes the

twilight, fading

into the

night.

Dancing with the

sun, till the

day is

done.

Through the Polynesian

nights, till the

break of

dawn.

Dancing under the

night sky, with

starlight

In our

eyes.

Twirling flames of

fire, till the

moon arise.

Sizzling golden light,

burns bright,

into the

night.

Making room,

for dancing

with the

moon.

On a tropical island,

there is fun, when

dancing with

The sun.

In the sands of the

seashore, till

the evening

comes.

When love is in full

bloom, we dance

beneath the

full moon.

Waiting the arriver

of the sun,

till the late

afternoon.

Wishing upon a

shooting star,

may it come

soon.

On a Polynesian

evening, so

warm and

pleasing.

Reflecting the magic

of love, from the

wonderful skies

above.

Dancing with the sun,

where music

reverberate

from the

sky.

Where song birds retrieve

their melodies, then

away they

fly.

Music echoes in

the wind,

till days

end.

When boats takes to

the sea, sailing

fancy free.

Islander birds whistle their

lovely tunes. Soon, we

will be dancing

with the

moon.

A Picture in My Mind

A picture is in my mind, of your

lovely face. Impressed upon

my memory, for the

rest of my

days.

Enshrined in the gallery of my

thoughts, framed in

my heart.

Adorned with yellow

and red ribbons

of sorts.

A portrait of yesterday,

with the smile that

light up your

eyes.

reflecting precious

moments, when

it was all blue

skies.

A picture in my mind, worth a

thousand words of

happiness, of

you I find.

my heart gaze upon it each

day, at sunset and

twilight time.

Reminiscence of the sweet

memories that glows

from your

face.

Reflecting the delightfulness

of your gentle

ways.

A picture you left behind, that echoes

wonderful perceptions,

in the archives of

my mind.

It burns itself into my

memory with a

Passionate

flair.

Detailing the moments when

we were a lovely

pair.

It nestles in the eyes of my

conscious, casting

memories upon

my heart.

Sweet memories that

will never

depart.

A picture in my mind,

unleashing the joy

I will always

find.

Perhaps not everyday,

but most of the

time.

"A Picture In

My Mind"

The House of Cards

Up from the ashes comes The House of Cards. Resurrected from the ruins, after torched and burned. By a man who came in from the night, looking to set things right. He cursed the sun, came in firing a gun.

Looking for the ones who made off with his hard earned money, when the night was done.

He came for a money return, but the cardsharps were nowhere to be found, he took action, burning the place down.

Sending a wave of satisfaction through citizens in the town, who didn’t want the House of Cards around.

Old gloomy tales had left a stain, too many men had been dealt a dead man’s hand. The horror of a bad luck draw, prying eyes had already saw.

As time passed on, the House of Cards was rebuilt better then ever, with colorful neon lights shining bright, glowing in the shadows of night.

Some people called it the house of bondage, where patrons are lured into a game, only to be dealt a losing hand. Yet they return time-and-time again, never to win.

Perhaps hypnotized, or mesmerized by a Black Magic Woman, conjuring up spirits from hell, casting voodoo spells.

Men and women comes from miles around, just to lay their money down.

The House of Cards, where you are greeted by queens and kings.

Dancing girls enter the stage and begin to sing, putting on a show, waving at the men down below.

Where high rollers gambled hard, and the stakes are large. Women come to play, twenty-four hours a day.

The Black Magic Woman struts her stuff, serving spiked drinks till you get enough.

Her lips are laced with the kiss of death. Her eyes filled with deceit. A kiss from her, you will surely sleep.

She calls herself Lady Luck, moving about with a snake draped over her shoulders, extending down and beyond her arms. A symbol of her good luck charm.

The House of Cards borders on the edge of a wild river, that lies at the end of a trail scattered with unidentified bones. it has been said that no one should travel this river along.

Call girls sashaying from room-to-room. Swinging their hips, casting spells like flying witches riding on a broom.

Blackjack, is played in the back. Less then twenty-one, you are done. Many men lives have be ruined, some disappeared never to return.

A fortune-teller is waiting to tell you the secret of winning. For one gold coin she looks into her crystal ball, but your eyes sees nothing at all. How long, before your money is gone?

Be careful of the backroom deals that goes down, and the strangers who comes to town.

Make the wrong move, you may be sleeping six feet beneath the ground.

Beware of the men who stands nearby, with a gun quicker then the eye.

when enticed roll the dice, or you might get sliced, by the wielding of a knife.

Be careful what you say, or where you go. The House of Cards is a dead man’s casino.

Engaged in a game of chance, thrust into a foolish trance, the dealer reads your cards. Scamming your money right from the start.

Women winking their eyes, giving you a quick smile. Wasting your time, because true love is hard to find.

Hiding behind the doorman, or the big bruiser. Before long your money is gone, you are the loser.

Concocting ways to lure you into false hope, with magic spells, whistles and bells. Palming cards, and breaking hearts.

Putting you in a daze, whether holding a king high diamond, or an ace of spade. The House of Cards never pays.

Treating you extremely nice, exchanging your drinks between the toss of the dice.

Serving you a magic portion, that sends you reeling like the waves on the ocean.

You may think that you’re the winner, but you might not get out alive, under the effects of a poisonous high.

Disappearing from the backdoor, that lead from the kitchen to the ocean’s floor.

The House of Cards, where you can have your fortune told, receive a threat for the hand you hold. where dreams die hard, and dignity is ripped apart.

A backyard cemetery, where missing persons have been buried. Men who journeyed from far off places, men with unfamiliar faces.

No one knows your name, when you play a losing game. No fortune and fame, when holding a dead man’s hand.

Taking part when the cards are marked. Staying awake. Playing for high stakes.

Trying to take control, waiting for a good luck draw, or a good luck roll, Promising the devil your soul. A winning hand you seek, but prone to a losing streak.

This is the essence of the House of Cards. Whether you place a bet, or play a game of roulette. Darkness will befall the House of Cards before sunset.

Beware of the risks before you start. Old habits live long, and die hard.

The House Of Cards

Beyond the Waterfall

Beyond the waterfall, hear the

Wilderness call. Shouting out to

The wild, the eagle, and the birds

Of high, roaming the sky.

The streams, the rivers, among

The forest trees. Where men

Have pondered, beyond

The waterfall yonder.

The spring fountains, that flows

From the snowy mountains.

Crystal clear, moisturizing

The atmosphere.

Beyond the waterfall, lies the

Sparkling lakes, where the

dawn awakes.

The early morning sunrise,

Blending an array of

Colors decorating the sky.

Rolling meadows, in the open

Outdoors. Green valleys where

The four winds blows.

The flowers with the red roses.

The beauty they exposes.

Beyond the waterfall, comes the

Steaming sounds of the night calls.

The gray owls and the nighthawks,

Whose eyes have seen it all.

The whirlpools, the seagulls

Taking a snooze.

Hear the call of the winds, echoing

Against the surrounding wall,

Bouncing of the waterfall.

Where the whooping cranes struts

Their stuff. The deer take leaps,

Bouncing through the pine bluffs.

Cedar trees stands at attention,

Displaying an array of evergreens,

Flaring with three dimension.

Where the birds builds their nest,

And the tone of their music

Sounds the best.

Beyond the waterfall, comes the

Birth of the sun. that spread

Across the days, where the

Sunset rays, goes to fade.

Where the green trees grow tall,

And the wild animals love to brawl.

Beyond the Waterfall

One Love

Our hearts are indulged in one love.

as fresh spring air. One

love we will

share.

One love, with a heart that’s

not conceded. Is all

I ever needed.

Your love for me; my love for you.

A flower of one