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Sunday, June 26, 2011

The Rose That Grew


The Rose that grew
from the concrete never
had a chance to speak
born into a world full of insanity
beckoning God to set him free
and seperate his mind from
the daze of everyday living
how hard it is to define
a soul that knows no success
and every breath is a step towards death
the worst question is the first question
when no one first takes the time to think
always remembering that I am
The Rose that grew from the concrete

Battle hardened my distinct nature
could never be plagiarized
I fly with time lyrically
exploding with every line
but will I die? Will I die...
no one knows so I stay
high to open my mind
focusing on each moment in time
never letting them know
what's really inside my eyes
until the fire inside my poetic lines
detonates and expires scorching
the page that held my scripture
in time i'll find peace mentally
but i'll always remember that I am
The Rose that grew from the concrete

I am the Rose but no one
knows who I am visually
mistaken as simply weak
but the concrete is now...
Only a memory
I now stand tall and free
growing like a masterpiece
prevailing over every enemy now
lyrically more real than what you see
but will the world ever see that I am
The Rose that grew from the concrete?

George Nicholas Ade' © 2010

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Endless Vista

The Undergroud Poets

Staring into an endless vista
Towards a forgotten road
Oddly familiar yet strangely different
From what I had last remembered.
I’ve been told stories long ago
About a world where cities
Are paved with diamonds & gold
So far from my soul yet so close,
Close enough to be remembered
Yet far enough to forget what it truly is
What’s funny isn’t what I had
Forgotten In all this time away
No, what’s funny is what
my mind led me to believe
forgetting so many of my dreams
captured & captivated by this reality
now it seems home is all I need
but I’ve wondered so far away
but now I’m lifted from the grave
I must have been saved for a purpose
Because the last thing I remember
I was Searching for a better way
Or some form of purpose.
I’ve searched for so long as I
wondered all along that endless sea
staring into an endless vista
wondering just where this road may lead me

Staring into an endless vista
Searching for something new
But what am I to do when all along
I had no clue that I’ve been
Searching for a better future
When I hold not the capacity to see
Things have a way to seem so
different if you’re not looking closely
I’ve yet to grasp or focus on the truth
So what am I to do when I forever
continue staring through my rear view
Man, I must be crazy Lord
For I know I’ve done much wrong
Yet I’m so far from done
Just call me young & dumb
Cause all I require is a blunt
It may not be long before I’m gone
But when the fat lady sings my final song
Remember just where I’ve been
Beckoning from for so long
can you visualize me without a worry
can you forgive me for all my sins
can you love me for all eternity
even when I deserve to burn & bleed
from all the negativity consuming me
that’s why you can forever catch me
forever staring into an endless vista
wondering just where this road may lead

Nick Ade The Poet

Friday, June 24, 2011

If I gave you my heart...


If I gave you my heart
would you take
it and break it
Or would you learn
to love and grow?

If I gave you my world could
I expect you to hold it close?
If I asked you to keep a
secret would you
let anyone know?

If I showed you who
I really was would you
leave me without question?
And If I loved you with
all my heart could you
over look my imperfections?
Or simply deny me without a
second thought and leave
my heart torn completely apart.

If this world were my battlefield,
could I expect you to
be my sword and shield?

If I had nothing left could
I expect you help me heal?
Or would you leave me to
the wolves of this world
so that I would be killed?
And if we truly loved
each other then really
what could hurt us?
But if I suddenly ceased to
exist could I live on in
your heart with a purpose?

If there were nothing left
could I see everything in you?
Or be lost to the darkness
and find a pain I never knew.
If time were forever could
we laugh at it while
holding hand and hand?
Or would I be left alone
always wondering if
God had a plan?

If life were corrupted by
false images and greed.
Could we be the only
ones able to walk without our
hearts filled with senseless needs?
And if we had each other
then really what else
would we need?

If they showed you a broader
path would you follow them?
Or stay with me for eternity?
Maybe one day you’ll learn to see,
but always realize you have a friend in me…

George Nicholas Ade' © 2010 

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Lil Miss Angelou: Let me bathe in your spiritual nakedness

Lil Miss Angelou: Let me bathe in your spiritual nakedness: "Let me bathe in your spiritual nakedness Immerse me in your bareness Export me to places exclusive of fakeness And stress... Undress... ..."

The Amusement Park Called Life.


Life is like an amusement park
with many rides
up and down
twists and turns
loops and hoops
no solutions but
we’re all here to have fun
that’s until someone
questions the amusement

We’re all on a roller coaster
heading for the dip.
Don’t slip on this ride
because there are no seat belts
attached to your hips.
One wrong move and
the ride is over for you
this roller coaster we call life
why must we ride?

Someone once attempted
to tell me why but he died
when he said it was all a lie.
shot in the back but no one
knows who did it now all
where left with is more illusions.
They tell us don’t worry just
sit on the ride until the end
don’t question the amusement.

Picture perfect cotton candy.
popcorn and sweets.
so many temptations but it
Rottens my teeth
leaving me in misery.
Something must be wrong
when everything seems alright
but I dare not say anything
because I don’t want
to leave this ride
so I’ll sit quite experiencing
the blissful delight

Very strange before the man died
he said it was ignorance
not amusement but everyone
else chooses to sit
so I’ll say not a word
because it’s strange to be different.

The amusement park of life.
Carrousels spin round and round
then we all fall down.
So much noise so little time
to contemplate the truth.
So much to experience
but there is an end
the doors will soon shut
leaving me outside watching
everything pass me by.

It’s too fast it’s too fast I scream!!
But the last words
the man told me
don’t worry it’s all a dream.
but how long will
I last just sitting?

Welcome to the amusement
park called life where
illusions cause confusion
but everyone’s content
because they tell us
what’s important.
but in the end,
the man was right
It’s was all a lie-f.

George Ade'

Hidden Within the Darkness


The Undergroud Poets

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My deepest secrets
Hidden within the night
Remain they lie out of sight
Not yet penetrated by the light
& even as I strive to remain
Afloat as I continue to go on
How long can I remain strong
When it seems that hope is all gone?
Who is the true poet hidden behind
The lines you’ve now read?

Living this life searching for my eternal bread
So that I may live infinitely
without lust for any worldly temptation
eating until i'm full and finished
only to then search for more substenance
My life is truly no secret
Yet I remain far from the spotlight
The diary to my life not yet opened
I guess to most my cover with suffice
So my secrets remain out of sight
Who is it the true poet that remains
Hidden Behind these lines you’ve now read?

I truly am a kind to any other human
my fleshy brethren together
lost in this eternal world wind
as we continue to spin
into chaos and destruction
erupting are the truths of this
mighty universe & dammit does
the truth hurt when you’ve lived
your life forever searching for a purpose
only to then continue forever searching
may we together one day
flylike the bird in the sky
without need of a reason to fly high
until the fruition of that day
my secrets will remain out of sight
similar to the sun in the night
who is it the true poet hidden
behind these lines...?

Nick Ade The Poet

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Black is Beautiful [Inspired by Sarah 'Sista K' Ke...


Are they intemidated by my dark skin
or could it be my inner passion 
expressed with my proficient lyrics 
striking similar to a sword
forever slashing as i continue 
drilling deeper into your cerebellum 

are they afraid for me to believe
that the tone I was given isn't truly a blessing?
that I can't be more than what they think I should be
that the only way for me to achieve  is for me
to know how to shoot a three In the NBA
they got me questioning why God made me black
but in the end I know the truth 
becasue God knew I could handle it
I can be what ever want to be
We already got a Black president so I know
we have the power to achieve anything

are they intimidated  by the tone of my skin?
for so many years they've tried
to convince me that i am subhuman
So i'm throwin up the middle finger to the wrold
and telling them it's just the way it is
and no matter what you say
you ain't changen the color of my skin

Are scared of what I could be?
giving me less than ideal situations in this life I lead
forcing the monster in me to be seen
then pointing a finger at me
as if I am the problem in this society 
The hate you give fucks everybody
so i'm screamin T.h.u.g Li.f.e
as I continue to live my life
I refuse to allow you to lie to me
no matter what they say to try and degrade me
I 'm Black and i'm proud to be.

George "Nick" Ade' Poet © 2011

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