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Saturday, October 19, 2013

Am I Your Stranger??

Am I your stranger, Did I come here by surprise?
to your eyes, am I another man yet to be uncovered
what could you discover if you only took the time?
would you judge me because I am not your brother?
am I a person you'd deny, would you pass me by
without a second thought in your mind?
If I died tonight on the pavement would you pray
for my soul to escape to a haven in the skies?
or would you label another statistic in this deadly life?
would it ever cross your mind that our soldiers die
time after time over superficial lines and religious divides.
Why is the question no one seems to put in their minds...
How different are we all when we all spin on this ride called life?
If I happened to come within your line of sight
would you ask if I were alright or would you
let the silhouette of my image rust within the sands of time?
would I be forgotten before ever looking in between my lines?
am I your stranger, Did I come here by surprise?
or maybe our destinies are truly intertwined and we never die
because I am your neighbor, not in need of a favor
but a "Hi". 
Hello my neighbor and I am here until the end of time






















Nick Ade The Poet © 2013

Monday, July 1, 2013

Poetic Intent

Music
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0jHsq36_NTU#start=0:00;end=3:21;autoreplay=true;showoptions=false

Circulating through these veins
A blood line possessed to stress
the limits of the alphabet through fingertips
Loose lips seem to constantly sink ships
information was misconstrued now lost friendships
yet my hands express in a much higher definition
now watch as you witness my superb penmanship
with this tool in my possession, I break all limits
more lethal than any weapon enemies may present 
I've been through many ruff & rugged experiences 
writing as my blood merges within the darkness in my ink 
crafting words with emotions I purge from my soul visually
I mentally imprint on the page with use of these lyrics
through my vivid spirit, No one shall remain incoherent
feel my intent with each stroke of my Godly pen into existence
with the force from my projection, clarification no longer needed
through the ink from my lines, I provide clarity to your eyes
dine on the table I set my words are the foundation for nourishment 
eternal life with no fear of erosion by the mighty sands of time
through my veins I stain existence whenever I write with poetic intent  

Nick Ade The Poet © 2013

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Sunday, June 30, 2013

I Preach

Music
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0jHsq36_NTU

I preach words that creep deep
into your psyche like the nightmare on elm street
With words I purge what emerges from
adjectives and verbs as I use my hands
to methodically expand my consciousness
now in living color I am a living image
Can you follow me to the dark side
where dreams are made from our minds?
close your eyes as I ramble these words into form
as I preach poetically superb when I merge what I adorn
with ease, I am sweet like homemade tea made by a secret recipe
don't eat without first consuming a piece of me in your belly
chaining anything I think, on the page I speak eloquently
Like Martin Luther King, I have a dream yet no one
 is assassinating me because I live more infinitely than physically
through these lines I devise, I strive to relive each poem I write
Crafting lyrical delights like a chef on a grill.. I lyrically kill
I preach not to teach, not to reach, only to release as I heat
I keep each of my desires close in hand so when I do command
this pen in hand, I explode with no hint of any hesitation 
emotions are what power a poet to create their art
like the stench from a fart in summer heat, everyone notices me
I preach each word I devise to live past the expiration date on my life
My mind I possess, like a sharp knife; I caress and fines, fore I am a poet



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One More Chance

Music

one more chance....
a tear now falling from my cheeks
without you in my vicinity, a pain that ruins me
no sleep, not at ease when I think of you & me
reminiscing on our once true unity now crumbling
this reality has me spinning ever so deeply
into unrest within my own mental consciousness
time now like a prison sentence when I think of you
give me one more shot.. one more chance to love you
this time i'll make it true, your silence only serves to pollute 
one more chance to simply romance you with these words 
I intend to entrance you with elegant beauty supplied lyrically 
I am an artist, your love my canvas to which I paint
you are my one and only fan label me Micheal Jackson 
 let me  moon walk upon your soul, release your pain
to me... All I require is more chance to please spiritually
don't turn your back to me as if I am only a memory
I know each of your features to which I label you unique
life spirals to maintain the very essence of life alive
from our own galaxy to which the universe provides
the very foundation of our very own lives... until we die
like a carousel ride that bounces to the vibes in our minds
we dream in the darkness at night until the heavenly sunrise 
don't let me awaken once again to my very own surprise
when your warmth isn't by my very side as I open my eyes
one more chance is all you need to give me to once again rise
intertwine my soul, body, and mind into your life 
be my pillar of might to submit my enemies into submission 
to which I give no forgiveness, no chance to repent
my mission is to get you and remain faithful.. yes true
with this pain like a stain forever ingrained now what remains?
never forget that life at any instance can be a  hard lesson to get
one more chance is what i'm stressing, now my only question is
Can I get a chance to relive, now more mature to cherish.... 

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Thursday, June 27, 2013

My Forbidden Dreams

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z1LDVcIpwwA

My forbidden dreams never readily seen
limitless capabilities so I remain authentic... free
all I need is me, a pen, and a blank sheet  
my desires are to fly higher than all known boundaries
in the darkness of a dream, all is but a timeless mystery 
once you awaken back to this reality... all is but a memory
with use of my poetry, I unlocked what once was concealed
witness my soul as I reveal with lyrical steel the truth unseen
feel my emotions poetically like I was not afraid of any enemy
I scream with the desire that someone will one day hear me
witness these forbidden dreams in my entire entity clearly.. it's me
one mind like a sound unheard my thought patterns address the page
never build what is in your heart of hearts then erase.. to be eroded away
I am an eternal fire that burns, my desires I excrete like a turd (waste)
with the blood of my ink; I remain alive even if my heart ceases to beat
in my inner solitude I release multitudes of desires to a voiceless tune
chaining thoughts with poetic intent to simply vent my inner frustration
My forbidden dreams might be a taboo to you but in heart of truths
I voice my opinion clearly to avoid any confusion.. this is not an illusion
I am the topic of discussion; this is a cold war; call me a Russian
If you can't trust from within who can you really trust then?
me and my pen are forever bonded together until the very end
A marriage that needs no contractual agreement to exist 
my forbidden dreams are what makes this Poet clearly distinct






















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Wednesday, June 19, 2013

The Real Man Within

Music
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t7XXYTo7Ssc

By way of inner vibes I lyrically scribe
poetic lines as I reveal the real man inside
infinite lines that seep through the sands of time
looking back on my past always reminds me 
of younger years where I had few fears, maybe a few tears 
which made me much stronger throughout all the years
now things seems so unclear as I watch the world spin 
looking through my rear view mirror as I peer at my destiny
praying to God nothing too important passes me
working for the money is stressing me as females
continue texting me asking me when i'll be free 
my state of mind is unyielding to all the worldly calamity
I move at full speed towards my destiny with marks 
of all my experiences evident throughout my entire body
my momma once asked me what happen to her baby?
Now a man and my plan isn't to see another jail cell
life in a living hell stuck watching as others my age prevail
in my teens my middle finger is what you'd probably see
now as a man I ask God for forgiveness as I now beg
to simply multiply my blessing even if they remain in disguise
I closed my two eyes and open my mind to the third eye
now I look at the world in panoramic sight watching 
the world in true light lifted from the materialistic disguise 
my poetic lines show the inner growth through these
lyrical stories told of a person who isn't really old enough
to fully know the grander of all his mistakes in the physical
yet you'll never see me vacate until life has it's final say
I simply pray for a better days as the harshness of reality
has me stuck deep within my own mental dreams 
only awakening to make love to the money then back
to the sheets where I lyrical bring worlds of my mentality to the page
Why did God make me a poet if I where to simply hold 
these emotions in my soul never to be seen nor shown
I may never be perfect by time i'm finally dead and gone
but I promise this, when my flesh does rot and is dust again
I'll make sure to repent for each of my sins through this pen 
as I reveal the real man within...
















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Friday, May 24, 2013

The Night Sky

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http://www.djsadhu.com/audio-video/djsadhu-enter-the-stream-instrumental/

It is something about the night sky 
that reminds me why I love this life
In the depths of the darkness you can find
light that shines higher than any Earthly high
like no matter how much I mentally try to climb
I'll always be able to elevate higher if I tried
in the silence of the night sky, I'll always fly

In the silence of the night I can always find 
why there's always a reason to just unwind 
let the world slow it's steady moving grind
as I now intertwine my mind with the light
above this world where we fight for our lives
let me escape the physical confines to delight 
in a moment where only the most high will suffice

It is something about the darkness in the night
that sparks an artist to unload their lyrical might
I have no holds as my eyes behold it all in sight
the darkness of the night I dance in the spotlight 
Each thought  more clear in each corner of my mind
it's like I don't even remember the concept of "time"
look in the darkness and you'll find me basking the sky

In the darkness of a silent moonlit night 
look into deepest recesses of your conscious mind
you'll find the essence for eternal life illuminated by light
surrounded by what seems to be hard to first realize
but with time as you slowly unwind with these poetic lines 
remember to look into the darkness of the night sky
open your mind and imagine what next the sky will publicize
through the power of a universe full of starry delights
take a trip to brand new heights in the silence of the night sky...


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Sunday, May 19, 2013

My Conscious Mind

Music
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jrXTyMjhwdk

A lot of what the world told me in my youth
Never really made much sense to me in truth.
Even as a teen I was thinking more poetically
yet it seems the price paid for consciously thinking
was dying physically for awakening more spiritually.
So many have died for simply opening their minds eye.
It seems as long as I continue paying taxes with my 9 to 5,
no one would dare extract death taking the breath from my life.
The world is full of "normality" yet images on any TV screen 
will reveal a world in full on calamity, breaking at the seams.
Girls want to be Barbies and men want to be thugs.
Trapped in a world of materialism; lost & absent of love.
Parents pay the price to give their children better lives
only to simply be too tired to give them any real useful advice.
The foundation in our homes are as broken as old cold war stones.
Gone is the structure needed to season the future, our youth.
What could a president ever really do for me when his election 
is funded by people who don't want to see me live FREE.
Trapped in a maze called opportunity the "American Dream" is slavery.
In truth, all power is invested in my very own physical being.
So when I hear the promise of change and people watch and believe 
I wonder how far deranged this society has really became.
We search for fortune and fame stuck in this game called reality.
Acquiring a diploma is less of a necessity as being able purchase an AR-15.
By sixteen many youth don't even know the world Politically. 
Is Africa a country or a continent? 
"Who cares as long as I got money in my pocket" .
Our government only supports enlightenment if it's for profit 
while NASA doesn't even have funding for their maned shuttle rockets.
And our teachers watch as our public schools continue rotting
Still we expect our children to succeed when education is based on passing.
We care little to stop and think instead hatred is a much  
more efficient way to be in this cold world of lost hopes & dreams
Our Military can't promise we'll remain free with any amount of weaponry 
that is reserved for those with the positive mentality to wake up and believe.
Most don't even see that everything is made up of pure energy 
and our dreams are what power this world we see spinning.
Ask yourself what is Gravity? Don't die another mental casualty.  
Currency can't be measured by green paper; it can't make you happy.
And the truth is most dead presidents never gave a fuck about me. 
In God we trust is on every bill I see yet I can't find any stability.
And when I begin to sleep at night or when I look to darkness of the sky
I never require any Religion mankind has designed as my way 
to decide why I love this Universe with all my Heart and Mind.
I ask where do many of our thoughts really reside
Most will reply you can find it when Apple decides 
to release a new version of the iPhone 5.
We consume ourselves towards our own virtual doom.
And in the end, we have no more reason to question why
the world is in great peril and hopelessness looms in the sky
While our hearts and minds are marooned when time isn't on our side.
Most will simply decided to wait until God would simply arise.
Yet I feel a greater power high endowed me with a conscious mind
So I use the Present as my Present to decide how I live my life.
Nick Ade The Poet © 2013

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Friday, May 17, 2013

Judge Me Not

Music
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ym3Zo4S_T9E

Witness these words that emerge 
judge me not by what you've heard
Label me a poet and nothing more 
adore what you explore as you continue
to journey through my mental corridors 
Judge me not for the color of my skin
that simply would be of pure ignorance 
yet so many times I've been labeled... other 
other than what I am in my own distinction
I am a featureless being embodied physically
Judge me not by the flesh of my surface 
I serve a greater purpose in this universe 
Witness these words that have emerged
from my bleeding pen merged into existence
Judge me base on my persistence to elevate this maze
through consciousness I levitate like I had no weight
witness me as I escape to new locations alive 
Judge me not for how I lived my rough & rugged life
Look me in the eyes and witness what I realize 
Like a weapon I use my mind to break the confines 
with the use of my poet lines, I break all that bind
My hands are possessed to stress the limits of the alphabet 
so judge me not based simply on the currency in my wallet
I am rich with the gift of poetic greatness in my possession
Judge me not based simply on the physical; the countless 
flaws of my flesh & bone but the true grander of my soul 


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Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Mesmerize

Music
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KMo4IrFrsFU

A man like me is simply hard to reach
I preach words that creep deep into your psyche
Can you mesmerize me with your exquisite beauty?
I'm elevated by design look deep in between my lines
to find what resides otherwise out of sight, out of mind
Light my heart like a candle and i'll remain throughout the night
I might just be there at your side by surprise but once you 
look me into the eyes, i'll be there in your dreams until daylight

A man like me can't be touched by any hand physically
simply call upon me consciously like I was really a Genie
I'll carry your soul like a chariot high with time, you are sublime
Is it a crime to use what's mine to mesmerize your mind?
I use this lyrical art to mark the page with my steel bleeding 
poetry; I feel what most won't even reveal because i'm real 
never to be killed because my atoms are made more eternal

A man like me isn't easy to meet because I creep stealth fully
with my image beneath the surface for I am deeply in tune with poetry
I provoke thoughts that Bill Nye couldn't teach with ease
Simply bring your exquisite beauty to the stage and i'll unlock
what will cover you from the rain, feel no pain, I am rain man.
watch as I expand on the canvas of life like a spider
casting it's web through the night mesmerizing all by surprise

A man like me is hard to find because the clues most use
won't suffice when searching for the truth in my life 
Can you bring color to my eyes and take me to new heights? 
Alive, Alive, It is almost as if I've died long ago now 
I bring stories never told to your very soul provoking growth
I won't be replicated for I am formed by materials that predated
anything this world has excavated from any ancient site
I tell you this again to cement this in the depth of your mind 
A man like me is simply hard to design because i'm made
from poetic lines not found in the fabric of space time 
research my birth and you'll find evidence of my hearse 
Resurrected by a curse to rehearse my first breath on this Earth
A man like me isn't unique but the tools I use are simply Mesmerizing...















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Monday, May 13, 2013

It was only a dream


 Music
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EyLq8Sy-77E

I want to live as free as a bird in the sky
No problems in view as I soar outta sight
I want to be as shiny as a diamond in the night
Glistening as I continue reminiscing on my past
I want to smile as I glance into infinity true reality
I want to dream forever at peace never
to have a tear falling from my cheeks again
I want true friends the likes of which don’t require
high finances in my wallet to validate accompaniment
I want to live above the clouds all a while drawing
My lyrics into reality as I dream of better ways to live
I never want to worry about tomorrows hardships
Today is a celebration and I’ m to in ecstasy to worry about bullshit
All I wanna do is party and bullshit as I stay blunted
no more lies from politicians that never cared about
the poor no more schemes to get paid as we work lost in a daze
I want live forever in one day while everyone screams my name
Nick Ade’ the Poet!! I give it all to you the best I can
pen in hand as I expand my mind inspired by the divine.
I want to chill with Bob Marley listening to No woman no cry
While we dance until sunrise then return to the sky
Then I’d listen to 2pac Amaru Shakur reminisced on his amazing life.
I want to live free but it seems that’s only a dream
I am forever striving for money that doesn't promise a thing.
But another bill to pay another enemy to shake and
More hate from a world that doesn't even know my name.

George Nicholas Ade' © 2010


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Who is it that you love?


Music
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-SO3JDtJyz0

Who is it that you love
Is it the words I bring
So romantically I speak
Or is it the fact that I see
Your inner beauty unseen
Could it be the poetry I preach
Or the breath of fresh air I bring
so casually to your Senses
Dispensing  love to your being
Forgetting our hardships With
the eloquent beauty of our unity
But is it me that you love
Then tell me what it is that you see 
When you look within my being
Who is it that you love

the morning brings A new beginning
Yet still I’m there same as before
I ask who is it that you adore
If not me then must it be my poetry?
If not my poetry then what
Is it that you see within me
 who is it that you love?
Is it my smile on my face
or my presence as i grace
you with words I've laced with love
Or is it the pain I've embraced
Only to erase a clean slate I create
To take us away to a whole new page
but Who is it that you love
when it is not I that shapes 
or creates your heart?
Who is it that you love? 


George "Nick" Ade' Poet © 2011



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Into the Night


Music
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wDC9fEwU3ds&feature=related

Into the night I sleep
Into the night I dream
Into the night I rest in peace
For it is in the night I am far
From this cold & crazy reality 
Slowly draining all my energy as I am
Amongst the calamity of the busy bee’s
Into the night I remain blind
Where I require no eyes to see the sky
Into the night; I am on cloud nine
Feeling passion words cannot describe
Into the night I am forever & ever more
Into the night I remain what I was before 
Into the night to open the doors
To my dreams and explore the night
Lit solely by the light of the moon
Fear not the darkness for the sun
Will once again return soon
To reclaim the sky to light the darkness
Until then, that glorious moment
Into the night I go once again....


George "Nick" Ade' Poet © 2011



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The Road Not Yet Traveled



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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aT73BYSMjFo


The road least traveled on
Is the same road I've known for so long
The road which few have ever known; I stay close
Within its vicinity far from the reaches
Of the masses that preach conformity
I travel the road least seen by any
Yet the scenery is something to witnessed
I often wonder how any could have missed this
Never could it be replicated, recreated, or reevaluated
The road I travel is situated in a more divine realm
Perfection is the one and only definition required to define
For not even the greatest of eyes could ever
bring to light, a better definition to describe
The road I travel on by day as I contemplate by night
I journey this road alone, going deeper into the unknown
I travel the road far too many have passed on
I stay within this zone to bask in what has yet to be shown
My friends and even my enemies tell me to come home
But I've traveled this road for far too long to return
As I yearn for company, I realize that I will forever remain three
Me, myself, and I forever by my side as I travel on
The road not many have ever known….

 Nick Ade The Poet © 2011


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Ballad of a Poet


Music
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kela8THJCNE#start=0:00;end=4:27;autoreplay=true;showoptions=false

Somewhere my soul died in the sands of time
Right now I crumble right before your very eyes
To your very surprise as you once thought
Nothing could ever take the might that lifted us high
What we knew once before is now a closed door
In the halls of eternal existence in this reality
What was once real is now only a dream past long ago
As time slowly erodes what we once thought we knew before
What we once thought we could easily hold is now
seemingly impossible to possess without a few sacrifices
now I guess we’ll need to get used to A few new changes
as the world spins I see no needed changes only more desperation
 as I grow sicker with the years’ time slowly
erodes all the many obstacles to make it all clear
as you erase away with that smile on your face
all the past tears from my cheeks now all you see
Is a battle hardened version of who I used to be
Do you remember what I used to say throughout those cloudy days
Nothing ever changes only a new experience to place on our resume
Yet cold are the days it seems things can’t get much worser
I grow closer to my end and yet with every new breath I take
God blesses me with the chance to begin once again, a brighter day
In this life of sin, the only thing we are ever promised is death
So until the end we stick together through thick & thin
Now lord take me away for I am weary from this challenging place
Somewhere my soul died today only to be resurrected,
No more pain, no more time, it was all only in our minds.
Now we climb to a higher plateau never known before 

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The Poet & The Pen [Part II]


Music
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xHrqTdJEEUs

We bleed through similar veins
Through similar strains of the same blood line
The stains from the pain as we tried to find
A semblance of peace in these wicket streets
 a truth written within the lies they speak
searching for paradise away from the strife
unseen is the soul hidden within the flesh and bones
the pinnacle of our perfection are our lyrics
forever hidden from the light
in the darkness we weep only
to rise like optimus prime, we shine
like we are posed by the divine
our weapon more lethal than any Nine
with one mind in place we set to create a masterpiece
that can’t be overlooked by even the blind
some call us a poet, some call us a friend
but in the end you may label me a student
and my partner the mighty pen 
in this hard knock life many lessons learned
hearts broken and many dreams burned
yearning for a better way to recover from the pain

We breathe with similar breaths
We step to a similar beat
unique is our mind, deep are our dreams
We live like there is a tomorrow
Because today can't be all that we see
Visualizing the unseen with every written line
Defining who we are with the lyrical art
All I need in this life of sin Is me and my pen
We are the definition of Lyrical expression
We are the light to the darkness
Sparking the passion lying dormant
Creating lyrical recipes like we 
 are George Foreman on a grill
lyrical nourishing your appetite the better we write
when you look at me tell what it is you see?
if all you see is me, then you've not witnessed
the truth forever written within my soul
the truth is; I am one, the Poet and the Pen

George "Nick" Ade' Poet © 2011



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Sunday, May 5, 2013

The Poet & The Pen [Part III]

Music

The stories we've told both young and old 
inspired by the feelings we hold in pen & bones
from the inner depths of my soul I expose on the page
the words we've merged together by the blood of ink
submerged in conscious thought representing poetry
many who have come to know of me physically 
know in true reality a symbiotic relationship between 
the poet & the pen, the true existence not readily witnessed
through thick & thin, we've remain the best of friends 
merging that which comes from deep within to the surface 
and to a further extent the ink of my pen then publication 
Never a need for any vacation to any city or nation 
by way of the mind I take a trip through the inner confines
to find what elevates my state of mind into a elevated lullaby 
rhythmic movements that stroke the pen to extrude 
dark protrusions on the page as we create poetic solutions 
no, I am not human, I am simply an illusion and with this pen

I am a Poetic God...

Now watch as I work my magic like I were the wizard of Oz 
Brilliant, my possession never to be taken by any thief
granted were these feeling in me to share with only my ink 
now witness poetry inspired like a fire burning violently 
sparked by the drum beat of a ancient entity dancing methodically
We feed off the passion of emotion, we lust for words everlasting
poetic rhymes that aligned in our mind to the vibe of feelings that arise
my flesh is a temple, my art is the pen and poetry is our eternal religion 
like an escaped mental patient who cannot be captured only traced
not replicated are my letters authentic are these words that have emerged
through creative urges expressed with great courage without a weapon
in hand I command with persistence a partner who isn't resistant
together in true unison, we are married together until the very end  
label us together in the whirl wind of life, The Poet & The Pen 




Thursday, May 2, 2013

What Can Define

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LJ6g6pmN6Yo

Beautiful isn't quite the word when I search
my entire heart and mind when emotions emerge 
Beautiful can't quite describe why I lay awake at night
my attempts to define fall short when I witness you alive
Beautiful wouldn't be true if I had a chance to label you
Shake my core with your love and I will continue to adore
your every curvature like I was a sculptor inspired by your features
Beautiful wouldn't quite describe what I witness in my eyes
Like a new form of high, I remain addicted to your prescription
Beautiful I testify to all who listen to the words I use in my description 
passions flowing like the river of life as I sail upon it at midnight
using the moonlight as my guide; Illuminate my mind like a candlelight 
Beautiful wasn't meant to define only to describe the feelings that arise 
Kiss me back to life so I can rise like the phoenix in the sky until my 
untimely demise where I'll crash to the surface where I'll die
resurrect me with your ultimate beauty before I begin to flat line
Beautiful like a one of a kind; fine wine not yet eroded by time
Beautiful like I was blind yet had the ability to see what God co-signed
Beautiful like a redundant statement when all eyes are fully aware of your creation
Beautiful isn't quite the statement yet I purge words that submerge into your mind
As if I were possessed the divine to submit each & every line on paper 
until a poem would arise then I would publicize a story that could define
By the end, only beauty would be found in the depths of your eyes.




















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Monday, April 29, 2013

Tracing The Mind of a Poet

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OWTcbEUXbvw

Trace these lines deep into a poetic mind
the pain like a fire that emanates from the inside
Elevate my world to a higher dimension alive
my consciousness I listen to & kindle with my pen
I find solace in my abode far from the world of shadows
Like a song that goes to the tune of a beat of inner ink
Poetry is to me a way to breath more spiritually

Trace my every line to the end to find
a story that can't otherwise be publicized
weather or not the world can realize my words
I continue to purge thoughts that emerge in my solitude
Through the lives that have lived & died long before I
ever decided to lift a pen or even put words into motion
I use poetry as my potion like it was my addiction

Trace these lines to find what otherwise can't be described
when a poet decides to put their heart and mind on page
words fall short of the joys & pain that came along
I search for no fortune or fame I gained that at birth
Now I'm cursed with a blessing to rehears until my hearse
Poetry is a gift to a poet or may they burst at the seams
feelings that can't be hidden from eyes, I feel them inside

Trace each & every line deep inside a mind
that took nine months to provide the foundation
for the experiences I project from the pen
Like a sculptor who repents for all his many sins
with each stroke that promotes artistic soul growth
Give me a paper and pen see me never again
witness the blueprints of a Poet until the very end..



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Saturday, April 27, 2013

One day at a time


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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-qTZBwST7PI

One day at a time
Sometimes I wake wondering the parallels of destiny and fate
Sometimes I just want to vacate this place, trapped in a maze
But can I ever simply escape my own mental mind state
Lost in a society that wants to exterminate us, the human race
The key to elevate is to continue moving one day at time

What’s on my mind 
As I continue to  grow older with time is the simple question
Am I fulfilling my own destiny, I don’t want to be a slave to the grind
But only a few chosen rise, I am alive so my destiny will provide 
So I stay focused on the prize as I continue growing one day at a time 

I keep hoping please, If God you are truly listening to me
Enlighten us as your living seeds because when we bleed
We plead not for the next man but our own living miseries
Let us learn to think not separately but as continuum of unity
realistically it seems we continue to bleed a river of pain while chasing our dreams
A whisper when I sit and think about the things on my mind currently 
Something reminds me; continue growing one day at a time 

I can only say I’ll try until the day I die  
To many of us have died before we had the chance to fly
Let the doors open wide, and breath success into our lives
Money isn't a way to define; my measure can’t be evaluated by
 The currency I posse in my cow hide, I simply grow one day at a time

Addicted to weed and getting green but that can’t hide 
the pain I feel inside; It’s like I’m only living materialistic life
I know I gotta continue going & growing one day at a time 
Keeping my eyes on the prize when the world is slowly 
Committing genocide on our wishes to simply get by 
Growing to be the man with a plan to survive to witness better times
Going further than a nine to five in time but I know I must continue growing
One day at a time. 


Tuesday, April 16, 2013

By Far You Are


Music

Beautiful by far, you are simply a work of art
Physically indeed I am fully entranced by everything I see
From the surface to the less unseen you are completely amazing
Words don’t possess the true definition because at any instant
I can find more than what words can describe in pupil of your eyes
What is life without a little bit of passion from time to time?
What is any man alive without a strong and confident woman by his side?
 As soon as the moon is evident in the sky, I’ll be your ride towards the sky
when the sun submerges within the horizon and you begin to close your eyes
I’ll take you where dreams reside and reality has no power to confine our minds
Free yourself to me, I’ll return you safely without worries of anything
I want only memories of pure ecstasy when you are in my vicinity
Our love, this bond I want in time to be able to conquer any and all enemies
You are, by far, one of a kind similar to the taste of a fine wine; aged
In the cellar not touched by the hands of time away from erosion and grind
I want to excavate the love in you that predates what people had to say
Let me elevate your heart and mind to higher locations today
Let’s make history so the world can say we are the epitome of love
Make jealous of these bitches and I’ll make envious of these niggas
With us together, who could devise a prettier picture to witness?

 Nick Ade The Poet © 2013

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Saturday, February 16, 2013

Stay Wide Awake


Music
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kWPJxRufcf8

Stay wide awake every day and simply stack your cake in a safe
Take your mind away at night but keep your peripherals in place 
Your soul he may try to erase but he can’t take it away without your say
Just keep your life always in haste of the goal of safety somewhere far away
Watch the robber who always lays in wait at the entrance of the gates
Like a predator that silently stalks its prey but never pouncing to early
Or you may have a chance of getting away from his sharp, seeping fangs 
It’s always a whisper in my mind state; something that says; “Stay wide awake 
The predator is always searching for a way to take your soul away”.
The sky is always grey, it’s like this every day and this town is full of predators 
Who would do whatever it takes to consume all that you've made today
In the tall grass you’ll find him with his eyes locked on your thumping artery 
Beating like a drum that speaks louder than a screaming baby at the DMV
Stay wide awake in the day; never in a daze and never fall to deep asleep at night
 Because he comes from a place out of sight, out of mind like an unsolved crime 
Like a dream he is very hard to define even harder to remember with the passage of time 
He hides in plain sight so look in between the lines and you’ll be able to find what 
Others find by surprise; too late for a cry, like a storm that arises on a clear blue sky 
Unsuspecting is his nature, you’ll confuse him as a friendly neighbor or a preacher... maybe a teacher
He is truly a creature of destruction, his truest futures unclarified by the trickable eyes  
The key is to never sleep, never weep, just keep your mind on the journey ahead 
Never look back or you’ll find your flesh ripped to shreds behind the shed never seen again
The predator is an unlikely neighbor close by who dwells within the confines of the mind 
He has no semblance or understanding of time so he is as patient as it gets
just stay persistent  In the resistance of the enemy who comes at any instance 
from out the darkness or maybe in the light like Niccolo Machiavelli assassinating 
Everyone who is content, relaxing at ease by a park bench; he strikes like lighting 
quick and easy if you allow him the chance to consume your soul mentally….
The enemy is like a seed planted, a disease that grows upon your soul
And erodes all the life from your flesh and bones then leaving you alone
The enemy is doubt and uncertainty; truly he is a villain definitively so keep 
your mind focused indefinitely on your goals ahead, simply stack your bread
Stay wide awake in the day and never sleep too deep at night or your already dead.


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Tuesday, January 22, 2013

The Last of a Dying Breed


Music

My poetic lines are crafted like a fine wine
Time unwinds as my words grow more divine
Erode away all my pains inside with words unspoken
I evoke what promotes mental and spiritual strokes
Rowe with me in my boat that floats upon poetic moats
the last of my kind expelling my poetic lines to your focus
yet who can mentally penetrate with the clarity I describe lyrically
I can’t dumb it down poetically so I sing my poetic melody with ease
Follow along with me on this artistic journey, don’t worry because
I write my lyrics that read with the simplicity of a classic Disney movie
Yet my lyrics reside in a higher frequency not measured mathematically
I flow like Drano in a sink unclogging everything until there’s nothing
I take pleasure in elevating with the deepest tokes my lungs can take
I release smoke that rises like a phoenix to the infinite skies above
Persistently writing poetry that breathes the life of my creative love
I physically stay in place as I fight the temptation to escape the grave
You must stay wide awake or your very soul could be taken away
The last of dying race, my breed is as rare as homemade cake
There was no way to escape, no place to vacate so I decided
To never erase a word away before I had the chance to make
Poetry that has the power to illuminate even the darkest mind state
But what am I really trying to say when words can only mediate
The emotions in my heart that have no words that dictate their existence?....

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