One Day, I Walked Into A Deli.

To stand fast in the face of death
is to live free; without fear.
A dying man who is not free will
bargain for his life. But,
a free man will give his life
to stay free. There is no greater truth,
no argument against this fact.

Freedom isn't free.
Death is not a death sentence: LIFE is.


~J.A.D

Silent Consent

Ever prying eyes:
gazing past the ice in my glass.
Always watching, waiting for the slip.

Eternally ready, spring loaded
and ready to pounce.
A thousand tons of pain and consequence
attached to those ever prying eyes.

The ice melts as I hide from them,
diluting my only escape.
Glass empty, I turn out the light
only to feel them watching. Waiting.



~J.A.D

Paradigm

My thoughts and feelings have been so in motion as of late. Truly a problem for me as a writer. I do my best work when I am mired in the middle of some sort of emotional hurricane, and recently I have found my life rather devoid of complication. A hurrah is in order I suppose, but of course even admitting this aloud has most likely inspired the universe to send some sort of nonsense my way. I only hope I think to write during it. But until then, I'll do my best.