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Tuesday, September 9, 2014

~Perfectly Flawed~

The imperfections I hold in me can be seen anytime physically.
Look to my flesh to get a glimpse of what I’ve been tested with.
Look in my soul to know where I've gone when away from home.
Mistakes came with me as I experienced this life in unknown territory.
Inside my chest beats the heart of a man poetically inclined mentally.
Creation was my key to survive with my soul alive within the passage of time.
To escape the confines of an early grave dead with my body still alive.
I had to breathe with my ink in order for me to never become extinct.
The evidence of my entirety can be witnessed entirely poetically.
My perfection is keen as my ink strategically spills on white sheets.
With no typos to be seen; I can label myself perfectly incomplete.
My story can never be publicized until my hands cease to write poetry.
Still I stumble in the streets like an officer on his beat so I know this world
Has something new to teach me; Pain lets you know you're not yet deceased.
Nothing I hold is perfect or complete but they are my testimonies to keep moving.
The imperfections I hold on my flesh are medal I possess in my inner soul.
Perfectly flawed by the scars; not the money the women or all the cars.
Poetically I drop bars greater in value than an abstract work of Art.
Imperfections I know, Imperfections I hold; both are molded to my soul.
Both labels to the DNA that makes up who/what I am in the physical.
I wear my flaws like a badge of honor; I'm a soldier & this war isn't over
















Nick Ade The Poet © 2014
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Thursday, September 4, 2014

~Sweep Me Away~

Music
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ReCwq2hLook

Sweep me away from yesterday’s pain
Lord, take the license plate to my soul
Witness me as I grow as my flesh ages old
No story can ever be told without the scars you hold
Now I know what tomorrow had to teach to me
My mother could never preach experience to me
My father brought me to water but I never took a drink
I had to grow into the man I'm destined to become
Fear grew less a part of me as I grew into eternity
Sweep me away from the pain I felt from yesterday
Let the pen in my hand take me to a cloud called nine
Because tomorrow isn't promised in time; we all gotta die
So today when I wake; I'll wake in the solace of my inner grace
I pre-date the tough times as I stay on my eternal grind
In hindsight, even the darkest nights had a few street lights
Sweep me away from my enemies in my line of sight
I Tunnel vision my mind to keep the negativity out my life
Lord, help me to find my way while in the shadows of pain
I’m floating down memory lane and the Grim Reaper knows my name
Tomorrow I may not be able to awake so today I gotta elevate
With my soul still in its seat.. Lord don’t let this world erode me mentally
Like sand on the beach; we all have a place but nothing’s concrete
My only wish before I’m six feet deep is that before I rest in peace
I have the chance to know who the Universe created when it molded ME

Nick Ade The Poet © 2014













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