Final Moment

Her eyes open wide in pain as she falls
Falls to the floor next to her locket
The locket he ripped off her neck
Her neck that iis now throbbing
Throbbing from the force he'd had in his rage
His rage that was not her fault
Fault of no one but himself
Himself, him. he, storming through the door
The door now covered in blood
In blood is good bye written in the corner
The corner where she lies
Lies in her own tears, her own blood
Blood that no longer runs through her veins
Veins that will never thrive again.

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Desert Dancer

Cheerful birds and bees sing
Perched upon pink blossoms
Create a beautiful Summer Orchestra.
Winf frolics playfully in the desert sun
And whistles past the dancing arms of
Deep green cacti.
Tumbleweeds waltz across the glittering sand,
Carefree performers
Unending.
A car bustles by on a lonely freeway
Momentarily disturbing the play of
The desert.
The sound of the motor vanishes
Between rolling hills
And nature continues.
Life
And beauty
Go on.

Sunken Ship

Down below in a darkened tavern,
A sorrowful ship awaits company
From anything.
A fish, particle... even debris.
Anything that dares come down this deep.
The holes are mighty, and, oh!
How painful they still are!
Nightmares reliving the day
He went down.
How he'd deeply relished dominating
the ocean!
Floating atop.
His captain ever so full of life,
Now forever trapped inside his cabin.
A meatless sack of bones.
What a trecherous demise!
What a horrible life!
He knows he has many more years to
Punish himself.
For giving up, letting that storm win.
Many more years of waiting.
Waiting for a time that may never come.
He awaits the day he is found,
and may rise again.

The Door

The lonely knockers glimmer in the dim light
that sparkles through the tall, strong trees.
Never having much excitement in this lonely place,
they lie against the doors,
staring with their tired bronze eyes.
It's been years since anyone has knocked on them,
and time has slowly made them forget what lies just beyond
that old vertical slab of oak.
One knocker mumbles in irritation as a pesky critter throws himself
against his back.
The other cannot hear the mumbling of it's companion,
for the round key running through his ears has impaired him.
Birds land and make nests of their hair,
they must be tolerant,
for they've been given no hands.
For enternity, ever repeated, the knockers sit
upon heavy doors.
Quietly. Patiently.
Waiting for a lone wanderer to uncover their secrets.

Candy

Ron adored his 1964 Mustang more than he loved his own life. Her shiny original paint, leather seats, chrome rims; she had cost him a big buck back in the day. She was the only one that ever seemed to be there for him. When he had no place to sleep, Candy was there. Shelter from the rain: Candy. Spare change to buy a burger from Jack in the Crack: Candy. He wanted to be the only one there for here, too. Their first 10 years together he didnt have a cent to call his own. Nothing except her. Then in 1975, he met Danny.
Danny the Pilfer was a small time car theif. Ron caught him stalking around his candy one day and beat the life out the the son of a bitch. No one ever touched her but him. Funny how they got to talking; Rom was in mid-punch and stared at the blood dripping from his fingers. He noticed it was the same color as his car. Candy apple red.
"Car theif, eh? How the hell'd you get into that?"
And that was the beginning of the Danny and Ron saga. They were known throughout the United States, and feared by all. No one's cars were safe. Even the rich and powerful were seen waiting in line to file police reports.
They thought they were something alright. "The greatest of all time!" they'd exclaim after each hijack. They made most of  their money by selling them to Don's, the auto body shop just a few blocks away from their apartment. The cars were altered beyond recognition; there was some good money in pawning autos.
Since Ron hadn't ever needed anything other than his Candy, this new friendship with Danny seemed strange. They had so much in common, and he wasn't afraid to share his secrets with him. He wasn't attracted to him in that gay sort of way, just needed that innocent friendship. He told him about his childhood, but mostly about his baby Red. How much she meant to him and all that mess. All her expensive original features and how much of his time he spent  maintaining the old girl
Now as fate would have it, Danny disappeared one day, out of the blue and with no warning. His bed was left unmade, and the bastard took the last damn Corona out of the refridgerator. There was no toilet paper left in the john, and there were dirty dishes in the sink. That was okay with Ron, he'd just go for a cruise in his baby. He had enough cash to replace his necessaries, and he was used to being left alone anway.
He threw on his white wife-beater and a pair of swimming trunks and headed for the door. The bright light outside shone into his eyes and blinded him momentarily. As he walked around the corner, he saw the most frightening sight he ever saw in his life-- Candy was GONE!! Tears immediately flooded his eyes as he realized that Danny had stolen her from him. All that talking  he had done about her, all he had done to show her how much money she was worth. She had no sentimental value to Danny, not any more than thie  friendship had meant. Ron felt like dying right there. With her gone, there was no reason for living. No rreason for living at all, and he knew he'd never find Danny, that bastard could be halfway to Mexico by now. He started to sprint toward Don's in hopes his Candy would be there, but she wasn't. As he walked home feeling more and more dead inside with every step, he heard and engine rev behind him. He knew that engine.
Ron turned with the tiniest bit of relief, only to see Danny behind the wheel of Candy racing toward him. Rod died of a crushed rib cage, and a flattened, broken heart. He was killed by the only thing that ever meant anything to him in this whole world.

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Beating drums
That is the tribal call, the tradition
The fire light blazes, cutting the
performance into sections.
Happiness, joy, and delight sweep the
Crowd as the ancient one
Flies through the light of life
And another is sent behind.
To spend all eternity in the light.
No pain.
Beautiful trees, moisture galore
Comfort around every corner.
But in life the drumbeat continues on
Village sprinkling leaves on the deceased
Assuring happiness in the next life,
And hope into theirs

Riddle

Tranquil galaxy of
Green and brown.
Reflecting pools,
The milky way.
Darkness to light,
Brave to fright.
Deep, dark lines as a
Road, guiding to the
Towns' center.
White and red
Out step the boundaries,
Defying logic.