Culture/Society

--given life--

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Side Note: this was inspired after watching the magnificent "March of the Penguins"

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YOUTH AND TRUTH AND FREEDOM

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Aztec Warrior

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Tunnel Vision

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Lyrics
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Look Around You...

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2006
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This is another poem that a friend of mine suggested I turn into a song. I wrote it from the perspective of an old man who sees life and the world around him for what it really is, and not what others may see it as. However, the older he gets, the worse his eyesight gets, and the less he is able to see reality. Now, as he gets older, he has to depend on other people to tell him what the world looks like, though THEIR eyes. That is why he asks them to tell him what they see: to find out if THEY can see what HE sees...reality.

Again, please feel free to comment on this one. Your input as readers and as fellow poets/songwriters will be invaluable.

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Hey, Baby...

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2006
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This is a piece I based on the experiences I remember from my years of working in a bar in the entertainment district of Columbus, Ga., where I'm from. It's about how we as a culture and as a society view romance in the 21st century, especially among the 20-somethings who drink and party in these bars. A friend of mine recently suggested that I turn this into a song, as I'm somewhat musically inclined anyway. I've taken his advice, and now I would like yours. Please feel free to comment on this, as your input as readers and fellow poets/songwriters yourselves would be invaluble.

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Astrals

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2002/2006 Song "the car's on fire and there's no driver at the wheel. . .
the government is corrupt
and we're on so many drugs
with the radio on and the curtains drawn. . .
we're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine. . .
and the machine is bleeding to death
. . .
and the flags are all dead at the top of their poles"

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Five Years Later: In Memory of 9/11/2001

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2006
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Due to the nature of this work, I hereby grant authorization to reprint or reproduce this poem in any and all media (i.e., radio, television, books, magazines, internet websites). This one-time authorization is granted with the condition that I am informed of its reprint or reproduction at the email address below, and that the source is properly cited. Please send any questions or comments to pwh_poetworks@yahoo.com

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The founding questions

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