The Mound

It started way back when I was a child

One cold November night in sixty-four

Old furniture and windfall from the trees

Piled high into a mound of combustibles

Each year new kindling was added to ashes

That had smudged the verdant back garden lawn

Layer upon layer added to the blackened hill

That was gradually growing towards the sky

One year I lo...

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This Place That We Call Earth

Have you ever seen a grown man cry?

Have you ever seen someone homeless ask you why?

Have you ever looked in the eyes of a child?

Have you ever seen a kid run and hide?

So many people in this world have so much FEAR instilled in them.

Constantly always going for the win.

Have you ever taken the time out from your life to wonder why?

Have y...

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