Don't Cry

Why do you cry?

why do you lose sleep at night?

I see passion in your soul

undiscovered because your eyes

stay out of sight hidden in the night

making what would seem real

not so close to the true reality

don't lose sleep and never weep

your living in my dream because

I see your true beauty

every time I rest in peace

even when the world sees nothing

you are something never replicated

they may hate it but stay elevated

to the sky I fly high

you are my sail to the wind

as I sit in my boat to float

allowing me to discover anew

land when the world had no clue

shooting to the stars even when

my destiny was simply the moon

don't cry because you are

a princess in my dream

and all this dream knows

is peace with you and me : )

 George Nicholas Ade' © 2010

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The Parallels of Existence

What is life without death

What is day without night

How may I step without first a crawl

How may I choose to fly

if I never choose to fall

Who are you without me

who am I if I am ever discovering me

Life is not so long in retrospect

But with every step there is trepidation

How can one nation be called the greatest

who are you to say where

Gods next blessing lay?

In the darkness the light shines bright

But in truth there is no darkness

That can escape the light

What is a smile without a tear

What is pain without pleasure

Who am I without you

And who are you if you

are forever discovering yourself

Life not so hard when you continue to dream

Take a step with ease before you

Claim the next step is impossibility

How can one man be the greatest

if it takes a whole nation to raise a child

Who are you to say where

Gods next Blessing lay

Love is Similar to lightning strikes

No one can predict what Love may ignite

in the light darkness is seen

But in truth there is no night

But; one Will, one God, One Life.

Geroge "Nick" Ade' Poet © 2010

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Power To The Pen

He doesn't exist in this world

And so he twists and he twirls

Into his own personal dimension

Not interested in this existence

He listens to his heart so that

He may expel the light to his lyrical art

in a world that stays hidden in the dark

with every stroke of the pen

He gathers a sense of inspiration

As he delves deeper into his own imagination 

The world looks at him as if he’s crazy

But they don’t understand that his mind                                      

Is not of this land with pen in hand

He sets ablaze the page using his pen

to create a color pallet never to be believe

lyrically His pen is mightier than any weapon

More closer to a nuclear explosion

His lyrical dosage leaves you spell bound

Like a blood hound searching the ground

for the one that tries to flee into the night

he stays out of sight gathering the mysteries to life

 some might Call him Sherlock Holmes

Continually searching for the unknown

He simply calls himself blue’s clues

Understanding the unseen world hidden from you

He strikes like a thief in the night

the only difference is that

He sparks the light every time he writes

Never taking a thing because he

possess more than what could be expected

leaving the world to second guess

the madness that is his method

never did he have a real place to call home

so he continually creates one from the top of his dome

until it is time to return to his own dimension 

you can expect him to use his instrument

to lyrically give you a preview

of the divinity from within

Power To The Pen!!

George "Nick" Ade' Poet © 2011

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I am the Black Sheep

I am the black sheep

Lord do you hear me beckoning

As I am foolishly striving to be

what they deem A normality

 in a world oversaturated with insanity

Still I am the black sheep

As strange as can be

I am the black sheep

Not able to mesh even with my family

With lyrical beauty and

dreams that set me free

I forever remain a mystery

To many that witness me

I am the black sheep

As strange as can be

I am the black sheep

Crying from my lonely days

Why can’t they give me a say

Left astray because I dared

To go against the grain

The world may never see

For I am the black sheep

As strange as can be

 I am the black sheep

Craving a semblance

 of understanding amongst 

a world set on conformity

you may label me crazy

 if you truly must but trust 

that unorthodox is my being

the world can label me in this life of sin

the black sheep until the very end

George "Nick" Ade' Poet © 2011

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Flickering in the Wind

I am a flame flickering in the wind

I am the flame In this life of sin

I am the fire Swaying to every side,

flickering throughout the night

I am my own source for light

With a simple spark I ignite

To everyone’s surprise as you

Now Witness my fiery delight

warming your bones Fending

you From the winters cold

As I embrace you I radiate

A feeling you’ve never known

I am a flame in the wind

Flickering with every sway of the wind

From side to side yet no force

Has yet to extinguish my light

My life begins just as it ends

Forever I am the fire

at the whim of the wind

Yet I stay persistent never finished

Until the my last moment of extinguish

I am a flame flickering in the wind

Until the last smothering instance

Where my flame can only

Be summed up as a forgotten memory

Never again that warm feeling

As rise to the sky, dissipating as I rise

Into the night dancing in the wind

I am a flame forever flickering

In this life of sin..

George "Nick" Ade' Poet © 2011

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The Epitome

[F.j. Majesticpen Carter]

I am the diamond beneath cement and yet I rise

I am the truth that many have yet to come to realize

The daybreak that breaks through the cloudiness of lies

I am the naked concept that the centerfolds envy

undressing my mind with penciled photography

a picture fulfilling every iota of unrevealed psychology

I am the artificer of my dreams

The sewn up fabric that never breaks at the seams

I am the light that the sun beams

although it seems that I overshadow me

being the unwanted shadow that overshadows my means

But by all means…I am the recovery

The secrecy that shall soon be a new discovery

Because I am the sculpture that God has revealed as his master piece

I am the leech of knowledge

In order to preach the dynamics of new knowledge

Raining brainstorms to flood minds into a mental college

A hurricane of psychotic dialogue that institutes the sane as crazy

I am the open concept so that even locked doors doesn’t faze me

Because I…am…the key

A vivid painted chorus in motion

I am the waterfalls that keep the balance of the ocean

flowing and overflowing the streams of my mind into the open

Because I am the stream of life

that transitions a dead dream into the resurrection of hoping

[Nick Ade The Poet]

I am the mountain top, the valley drop

The book yet unopened In the library called my fantasy

I am a cure and a disease continually balancing my insanity

Lyrically witnessed by so many yet none know

my inner being the true essence I bring to the stage

But watch as I preform my melody to ease the pain

With so many E’s in my lines yet I see no peace in sight

Yet I Survive because my worth is more than

The sum of the pain inside so I maintain to live another day

Another night as I live to perpetually

fight for my name placed in the sands of time

I forever remain lost in this daze called reality

So I go deep into my dreams only to then be labeled crazy

For resisting the shadows that once consumed me

I am the true darkness in my mind yet I shine

As I overcome in time to become more and more divine

Without a hint of sunshine I stay cloudy rays on sunny days

Yet blessed because I continue to take another breath

no one can diminish the light in me so I stay at ease

with Serenity the one and only law I need

My home is the cemetery yet I carry this

lyrical note in my soul to evoke spiritual change

To forever remain alive with the poetry ive written in my book of ryhmes

I am the bane on my own existence with so much ignorance

Yet At any instance you can catch my providing

What is sufficient to carry all spirits high with my faith

We all escape on the ferry ride to a better place as we reach into the skyies

Written By;

F.j. Majesticpen Carter & Nick Ade The Poet

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~Is it a Dream~

Am I the one that you see?
Or is it all simply a dream unseen
Am I the one that you seek spiritually?
Or is it only lust that you desire to please physically
Is it the fire in my soul the passion I’ve shown?
Or is it the unknown that keeps you coming for more
Is it the depths of my soul that keep you close
Or is it a dose of my poetic medicine that
makes you want to fill another prescription
is it the money I can spend on materialism
or is it the spiritualism in me that keeps you by my side
is it what is hidden in my eyes that clarifies the lies
blinding darkness that disguises my true nature inside my mind
is it the pain in my heart that makes you want to heal me more
or is it your dedication to discover who I really am that you adore
is it the way I speak that makes you want to hear from me
or is it the silence that penetrates deep that keeps you listening closely
Am I the one you see, Am I the one that can please,
are we destined to be, Or maybe it was all simply a dream…




Nick Ade The Poet © 2011

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