Drake-Firebeard - Hello Poetry

She has a heart So big that two world's could fit She is smart So I studied her giant wits She is true So I followed her compass North And when she's blue I can her make all her sadness morph Because She, yeah You know she's with me, and We're both free, when We are wrapped up alone Where no one else knows No cord in the phone Keeping each other contained She's beautiful So you know I just let her shine When she blooms She shows the world that she's all mine She has her quirks Cute, stubborn, funny, with perfect curves And when she kisses me The butterflies in my chest flutter and swerve. Because She, yeah You know she's with me, and We're both free, when We are wrapped up alone Where no one else knows No cord in the phone Keeping each other contained She took stole my gaze somewhere in 2003 I gave her my heart sometime in 2006 In 2013, we tied the knot Today we're still married and she will always be my SHE. By Drake Firebeard

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Oct 25, 2014

Oct 25, 2014 at 2:15 PM UTC

Drake-Firebeard

SHE

She has a heart So big that two world's could fit She is smart So I studied her giant wits She is true So I followed her compass North And when she's blue I can her make all her sadness morph Because She, yeah You know she's with me, and We're both free, when We are wrapped up alone Where no one else knows No cord in the phone Keeping each other contained She's beautiful So you know I just let her shine When she blooms She shows the world that she's all mine She has her quirks Cute, stubborn, funny, with perfect curves And when she kisses me The butterflies in my chest flutter and swerve. Because She, yeah You know she's with me, and We're both free, when We are wrapped up alone Where no one else knows No cord in the phone Keeping each other contained She took stole my gaze somewhere in 2003 I gave her my heart sometime in 2006 In 2013, we tied the knot Today we're still married and she will always be my SHE. By Drake Firebeard

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Religious stand offs, the prophecy foretold. The holy war that only the bible could have known. Blacks and whites could fight for days and nights. Mainstream media makes the battle go, ignite. Pandemics spread with haste, we know there's no controller, the final form takes place, a demon named Ebola. You know that famous saying That money is the root, And all that I keep saying is that there's no substitute, for evil. One part materialistic with two parts ballistics, a society insane with seven heads that are twisted. I've got words and melodies that are beautiful like Pete Townsend's. But when I'm angry at the world my power level's over nine thousand! It takes a lot of devastation to learn a little appreciation. Mother nature's in control, under God, one nation. The sun will rise tomorrow if we make the right choices. Stop listening to what's trending and start listening to your inner voices. There's beauty in the world, with a lot of negative spaces. Find some one who's less fortunate than you and try to trade places. The dirt, the trees, and the water is important. It's the material things in our lives that we need to forfeit. We can wait for all of time but time waits for no man. Live your life to the fullest, your only one man son you cant dodge bullets. It could all be gone in the blink of and eye, wake up with gray and see how time flies. The hate has to stop. The listening needs to start. Stop getting offended with every jab to the heart. I am no one, small wisdom that don't compare. Learn from everyone, even those that don't care. Dark to light is how this story is told. The human race has reached a crossroad, which way will we go? Years from now will we sing the Star Spangled Banner, or will we all live in the War Strangled Manner. By Matt Drake

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Oct 15, 2014

Oct 15, 2014 at 3:20 AM UTC

Drake-Firebeard

The War Strangled Manner

Religious stand offs, the prophecy foretold. The holy war that only the bible could have known. Blacks and whites could fight for days and nights. Mainstream media makes the battle go, ignite. Pandemics spread with haste, we know there's no controller, the final form takes place, a demon named Ebola. You know that famous saying That money is the root, And all that I keep saying is that there's no substitute, for evil. One part materialistic with two parts ballistics, a society insane with seven heads that are twisted. I've got words and melodies that are beautiful like Pete Townsend's. But when I'm angry at the world my power level's over nine thousand! It takes a lot of devastation to learn a little appreciation. Mother nature's in control, under God, one nation. The sun will rise tomorrow if we make the right choices. Stop listening to what's trending and start listening to your inner voices. There's beauty in the world, with a lot of negative spaces. Find some one who's less fortunate than you and try to trade places. The dirt, the trees, and the water is important. It's the material things in our lives that we need to forfeit. We can wait for all of time but time waits for no man. Live your life to the fullest, your only one man son you cant dodge bullets. It could all be gone in the blink of and eye, wake up with gray and see how time flies. The hate has to stop. The listening needs to start. Stop getting offended with every jab to the heart. I am no one, small wisdom that don't compare. Learn from everyone, even those that don't care. Dark to light is how this story is told. The human race has reached a crossroad, which way will we go? Years from now will we sing the Star Spangled Banner, or will we all live in the War Strangled Manner. By Matt Drake

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Speechless, lonesome, locked in thought I've always lived inside my head Even though I'm with you I still get lonely But it's not your fault, It's not my fault Im happy with you, the world just isn't right I don't even have to think about it, I just feel it Unbalanced, chaotic, diseased with blight If only there was a way that I could heal it I've never been the leader type, and I certainly do not follow A loner, humanitarian, philosopher in my own mind The world is a crowded hallway, yet to me its always felt bare and hollow So much I wish to change here, but first we break the binds We need to wake up, open up our eyes start searching for the truth, start burying the lies Your reading this, looking for poetic patterns Hoping for clever rhymes, and they're here but as odd as the rings of saturn Structure is nice, but not always the best way to build a foundation I am the imperfect human, I dont care if this is written "right" We care about material things, not ever about whats important I am as guilty as you of this Take the red pill, take the blue pill You'll see how far the rabbit hole goes regardless They never want you to know that They want you to think that we have a choice I want you to know that we have a voice All I want is to be heard In my lyrics, my melodies, my rhythms, in my music I have so much to say, a war to fight, I don't want to lose it This isn't about just one thing But if it was, it would be about your mind Open it, free it, see where it takes you You might wake up tomorrow a different person.

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Mar 21, 2013

Mar 21, 2013 at 10:01 AM UTC

Drake-Firebeard

Knock Knock Neo

Speechless, lonesome, locked in thought I've always lived inside my head Even though I'm with you I still get lonely But it's not your fault, It's not my fault Im happy with you, the world just isn't right I don't even have to think about it, I just feel it Unbalanced, chaotic, diseased with blight If only there was a way that I could heal it I've never been the leader type, and I certainly do not follow A loner, humanitarian, philosopher in my own mind The world is a crowded hallway, yet to me its always felt bare and hollow So much I wish to change here, but first we break the binds We need to wake up, open up our eyes start searching for the truth, start burying the lies Your reading this, looking for poetic patterns Hoping for clever rhymes, and they're here but as odd as the rings of saturn Structure is nice, but not always the best way to build a foundation I am the imperfect human, I dont care if this is written "right" We care about material things, not ever about whats important I am as guilty as you of this Take the red pill, take the blue pill You'll see how far the rabbit hole goes regardless They never want you to know that They want you to think that we have a choice I want you to know that we have a voice All I want is to be heard In my lyrics, my melodies, my rhythms, in my music I have so much to say, a war to fight, I don't want to lose it This isn't about just one thing But if it was, it would be about your mind Open it, free it, see where it takes you You might wake up tomorrow a different person.

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