Sometimes at night

asleep by the firelight

I dream about them

how they died

some are singing

and others saying what

they no longer see

walking fencelines

limping as if in pain

some of them handsome

and some mysterious

silent but not

for long they tell you

men scarcely know

how beautiful fire is

and old stories

they can't remember

unless you can

still look them in the eye.

I thought it was the breeze
Sighing past my window
But it was only the echo
Of a rejected love song.
                vvvv

In the market I'm a popular man.

So very nice they say
he doesn't even ask the price.

I'm the sellers' good mate
they decide the weight
or rather the mass,

So very kind they say
he's the buyer top class.

I'm the sellers' idol
the quote they call
I pay

So very good they say
he's our man every day.

They decide the rate
decide the weight
even the item

while my mind thinks of a poem.

All aglow we were
from the smoldering
ember of love within.
Each felt the warmth
loving hearts exude
when we all were
in an extended embrace.
Then we heard love
singing to us sans words
"None of you would
feel complete
without the others
in this web of love
hereafter"

Stepped out early this morning
The screen door slams onto the porch
As I commenced to toss my worries
Out into the waiting World

I know the World in it's spinning
Could use them better than me
And now that it has a hold of them
I can finally be free

They weren't much of nothing
Simple bills and state of my health
Most all the other worries
The World has for itself

With cruel man's *******
And all the civil unrest
There's the feeling it's losing
Most of itself at best

Not to mention pollution
Of both its land and its sea
Yes I think the World has
A lot more worries than me

So what's a few more tossed in
From my screen door opening
As I step out this morning onto the porch
And toss mine into the wind