The Poet & The Pen [Part II]

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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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The Poet & The Pen [Part III]

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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 

Nick Ade The Poet © 2013

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What Can Define

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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.




















Nick Ade The Poet © 2013

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Tracing The Mind of a Poet

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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..

Nick Ade The Poet © 2013

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One day at a time

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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. 

Nick Ade The Poet © 2013

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By Far You Are

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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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Stay Wide Awake

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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.


Nick Ade The Poet © 2013

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