Heated Blues presents a collection of poetry that examines longing, loss, love, and the disillusionment of knowing we're all running out of time. Our souls are searching for the truth and the reality of life-both our lives and those of others. The poems examine the isolation that comes when we face our own mortality. We fervently hope to somehow transcend time and extend our humanity without realizing how that is even possible. In this insightful collection of verse, author Del Louis has delved into the rhythms that help us to deal with our humanity, change, adversity, and everything else inside ourselves. "Falling" Where I stand today It's as if I'm kneeling Like a raindrop Dispersed Falling, landed That can't repel the object it struck Or the crusader Invading time or our minds That I loosely scrap together Like feathers to dead art projects All innovation finished Like a last kiss As if we moved on from being a sorted Possession Just rubbish under a truss The homeless might've more dignity In a swill from the back of a commode Holding a dripping candle Purifying rough skin when its touch cools Dropped to my knees again As if I were your fallen angel Needled by God's unspoken words