I'm thirty-one going on thirty-two
I am out of the black and into the blue
My eyes are bone dry I am all out of tears
I have to face myself and overcome the fears

“So Kiss Me”**

down by the raging river
under the shady tree
in the middle of the day
            kiss me
under the silver moon light
with fire flies glowing
and dreams dancing
along the milky night
           kiss me
oh oh be my sparkling
forever, whispering sweetly
your lips tasting me
like it was our first
          kiss me
swing swing me into your
guitar-scape melodies
out on the valley green
yellow and wildflower blue
          kiss me
“so kiss me”.... “so kiss me”
more and more
kiss me

Aztec Warrior/redzone 6.24.16
Note: the title of the song by Katie Melua

Elizabeth Taylor perfume battled a spent .38 caliber
shell casing , ten o'clock coffee singed on the eye , country music -
playing on a cable station with the side door opened to -
the March night
Radios crackling , blinding red and blue lights
Curious neighbors , howling dogs , quiet chatter
Dad became a routine suicide on a police blotter* ...

Sitting under these trees waiting
maybe all day for the moon
or the washing rain upon my face
lay upon this mossy grass, all sunk in
pay no mind to where I've been
no matter - awake or dreaming
I fly into the forest with birds
waxwings, Bohemians
under maple leaves
sun dappled, shining
or perched in the pinewoods
a safe place to hide away
a heart that's dying.

with air turning crisp
leaves crunching beneath our feet
all is dying around us
regardless of it's beauty

as death snaps twigs
all slows to a stop
and just as night falls
his hand is on your shoulder

now, you don't fret
you've been expecting him
see, you've made a deal
and you hold up your end

with goosebumps on your skin
you turn yourself in
and as death leads you away
you maintain a sinister grin

because little does death know
you planned this all along
with guns blazing in the sky
you know you've always wanted to die.

Poetry is like painting
That speaks
Painting is like poetry
But silent

A tree's shadow moves with the sun
As i melt into your velvet arms ,