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.

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

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