Stevens, (born Stevens Spencer Jacques Cadet in August 6th,1992) , is an American Author, Poet, recording artist and record producer from Long Island, New York. In 2011, at the age of 19, he worked out a deal with publishing company Xlibris to start the publication of his first poetry book titled 'Concept Of A Wondering Mind'.
1992-2011: Early life and career beginnings
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Stevens Cadet Poems
I used to be a used too But never got used too Letting the things that attract some be the only route I used too Reach the goals to help my Mother
Irony Of A Man
Wait, I will not lie & tell stories of me being the same from couple years ago. But this world made me adept, there's some things that i didn't know. Like... Men who turned temptations to them finer things, sleeping around, chasing dreams, all the women overlooking him;
A Morning Letter
Good Morning girl, did I interrupt? The dreams from the late thoughts, Can I bring reality from what your imagination thought up? I got that deep love.
Life has it's up's, life has it's downs. Sometimes there is happiness, sometimes there is frowns....
Nobody Told Me Of These Nights (A Poem F...
Lights low, Moon glow Nobody told me this the things that the nights show Beauty in the dark helped me to know what those.....Guitar strings Can start to spring, melodies became her part thing
Who Would Of Known.....About Your Concep...
Miss concept of thoughts Your mind is running miles Conceiving ones through your smile Your eyes learned to file the characteristics of a man
Time to introduce; The man without a clone A man apart but my mind is still up in my home Cause dad is no longer home Statistics though they ain't involved
A Pen Wrote The Funeral (June 2012)
Am I becoming someone your stranger too? Making you wonder, 'has it brought out a better you'? From new understandings that time has handed. Fall in line, God has too have planned this?
A Poem For Ashleigh (July)
She asked if I'm really this clever She seems to really wanna know, might let her Won't regret it but tonight I might dine! Flash images getting mixed with nights where I repented
Leo The Late Bloomer (08/06/2012)
I told myself, that it's beyond this day Send my mom the happy birthdays For my mental place Can't help but appreciate
A Night With Passion
Your body, soaking wet, The sweat dripping so near & clear. A feeling you'll soon regret you let enter your most passionate pour.
Passion of My Heart
My passion is not reading this, or writing this poem, that's not the care. Looking in the eyes of the listeners is the dare!
Nobody Told Me Of These Nights; The Girl...
Never knew the moon light had a light switch Never knew it could start cool quite like this When conversations last the night And the first thought when I wake
Why Decisions Fly Away (Word Challenge F...
As you converse in vocal language I ask could you manage? To be in a position of knowledge, Your conscious may comprehend this!
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I used to be a used too
But never got used too
Letting the things that attract some be the only route I used too
Reach the goals to help my Mother
And allow my little sister to see the values of a women.
Dark days brought me stardom.
Father died but never did I mourn in,
All the responsibilities that quickly stormed in.
Never took excuses, I'm part in
The select few that let dreams form in
Reality while haters sleep.
Sending congratulations to my old coaches & danger receivers see
Who helped me be closer to what Stevie seen.
A dime & a dream, yet I lost ...