--- © Poetry Section from year 2000 and Before ---

No Control

I'm like a free falling plane,
Soon to crash
Nobody will see me
I will be gone - in the blink of an eye.
People come with Impact
I come with nothing
People leave with friends,
I leave with enemies,
I have no control - over this thing,
This object I crave
My life is out of my own hands
And into the hands of others
Although I fear death, I know it well
Dreams of it scare me
Alas it is no better, because life annoys me
Everything around me, I know with uncertainty
My head is like a time bomb.
Sooner or later I'm bound to explode.
I'll fly off the handle like I have before
People watch and stare as I realize my self,
My actions towards others
After I'm dead people will look at my life and see
That no part of it has or ever been salvageable
I have doomed myself in my own life
Because I have no Control.

Poem by J.A.D. © 2000

It's just a thing

It's just a thing,
Just a thing on T.V. or in a movie,
You see the perfect life,
Staring you in your eyes, looking deep into you.
You pass it by but it still somehow lingers in your mind.
How can it happen?
Why does it happen?
I stare and sometimes daze off,
Wondering what a perfect life would be like,
Would I be rich? Popular? or not -
What would I have to do,
In order to feel the love that you see in the movies,
Where someone would give up eternity for that person.
I long for this, as I do not have it.
It is a security, but something that can make or break you.
Why do I want this so much?
I am moved with these movies.
Where the love is so deep,
And yet still things go wrong and people get hurt,
But still, I want it. - why?
Is this thing, this passion I see actually true?
Or am I oblivious to reality?
I want to have someone to hold
Someone to care for and to love.
Someone to care for Me,
and to love Me for who I am.
Will I ever find this person?
This thing I crave?
I look for it everywhere and anywhere possible.
Am I looking too hard?
So I push forward and hope to find something nice,
If I don't then I need to remember, it's not everything,
It's not anything,
It's just a thing.

Poem by J.A.D. © 2000

My own

My own personal Hell,
One which I can make worse,
I dwell on things,
think of things past,
and think of a lonely future.
Is this my own hell?
I feel no love,
More hate from all,
I feel no control on anything.
Who can stop this?
Go to bed just to think of what another retched day brings.
Can someone stop this?
Why do I feel this way?
Why do others annoy me so easily?
Why do I want things I cannot have?
This is my life,
This is my story.
It is like a hole burning in my flesh.
It annoys me
It hurts me,
It is me.
Who can I turn too?
My self?
I have no clue what things are real in my life,
What things will last?
What people will last,
Where do I stand?
Who cares ? - nobody
I'm in my own personal Hell

Poem by J.A.D. © 2000

Dating

I sit and think of you, often until I fall asleep.
I crave you - your body,
What's a guy to do when he's in love with you?
Your kiss, your touch,
I fall in love with you all over again, every time I see you.
I never want to loose you,
The fear of losing you is very real and it scares me,
For the fact of the matter is,
If every guy knew you as well as I do,
You would be the most popular sought out girl.
Never let this change,
Never let us change.
I have never poured my heart my life, my soul, out as much as now.
It's because I have complete trust in you.
You are my girlfriend and you are my best friend.
I love hearing you,
Just talking.
It drives me crazy, when I can't be with you.
You drive me crazy,
I could not picture my life, without you.
You mean so much to me
That I'm sure I would crumble, if I ever lost you.
I get sad just thinking of my life without you and your love.
Let's not find out how things would turn out.
You will always have a place in my heart.
I love you.
- Jason

Poem by J.A.D. © 2000

Notice poem

I know a universal studios Hollywood
Screaming people, horns honking,
Trying to find a space
The back to the future the ride thrilling many
As they chant for more
I know a universal studios Hollywood
Popcorn being eaten
Water hitting the ground making humidity,
Gasoline in the Backdraft event.
I know a universal studios
“please sit down until the ride is over”
“that will be two dollars and fifty cents”
“thank you and have a nice day”
I know Universal studios (Hollywood)

Poem by J.A.D. © 1998

The Rockie ride

What’s that?
Oh just humans
Why are they picking me up?
Here I go
Its dark in here, and a very bumpy ride
Hey we stopped, why are you picking me up?
Where am I, what are you eating…
Oh gorp it looks good and smells good too
Back to the cabin
At least we got away from those smelly mushrooms
Hey where are you putting me
Zippp!
Why am I in a cool soapy smelling place?
Whew!
A new day me all rested and ready to go
This trip is full of adventures
At least I can see out of a pocket he has
Look.. Bacon… I get all the crumbs I need.
That was good, where are we going next?
...One day later...
Back to a suit case,
I think my adventure is over.

Poem by J.A.D. © 1997
Special Guest : Rockie

Who am I?

I am a brother
I am athletic
I am a friend
I am a singer
I am a violinist
I am a super Nintendo player
I am a TV. watcher
I am a animal lover
I am a student
I am a change agent
I a son
I am a story teller
I am a listener
I am a classical freak
I am a person
I am a video game player
I am a basketball card collector
I am a bicycler
I am funny
I am a nature lover
I am a jersey collector
I am a partner
I am talker
But most of all I am myself.

Poem by J.A.D. © 1992

Nature

As the misty morning fog sets in,
I have the sensation of another day starting
With nature still asleep I walk outside
I can almost smell the newness of another day
I see hints of light behind a mountain
Signaling another day to come in
Looking around... I see a deer
Drinking so gracefully out of a near by stream
This is a morning to remember

Poem by J.A.D. © 1995

Rain drops

Sparkling raindrops
Like diamonds coming down
Can you hear them patter?

Poem by J.A.D. © 1990