Written By: JD Adler - Oct• 06•19

I have nearly died
More times
than I remember
Smashed my skull upon the earth
Till my brain no longer worked
Cracked my bones
Cut my face
Bled from the inside
Till it spilled out all over the place

And every time
I got back to my feet
Knew full well
Another beating waited for me
Cuz there’s nothing the universe hates more
Than someone whose happy

Healthy long enough
to get real sick
Made enough money
To miss having it
Rose to the top
And ejected
Every path up
Leads to a precipice
Life is just an intermission
Joy just a break from the pain

But no weight will hold me down
Till my batteries are drained
And I never stand again
until that day arrives
I’ll charge headlong
Into the fires of my enemies
Take the buckle over the belt
And laugh in their face
Cuz fuck em, that’s why
Ain’t none walking
That can make me falter

I’ve fallen off of mountains
Been buried in the snow
Suffocated, drowned, and tumbled down stairs
I’ve lain alone in the darkness
Pain tearing through my core
Bottle of whiskey
My only support

I’ve slept in the streets
And on the forest floor
I’ve stood above the clouds
And delved caves beneath the sea
I’ve danced with rock stars
And partied with bums
I’ve debated leaders of nations
And in my hands
I have held the brains
of those who could not take another day

Life is not what you make of it
Suffering doesn’t make you stronger
Life is a sadist
Giving you just enough pleasure
To make the pain that much tougher
Hold on as long as you are able
Every story ends the same
Return from whence you came
And the dust takes all memory


Written By: JD Adler - Jun• 19•19

Nothing is there
It’s not open to interpretation
The vacuum in your heart
It is real
That last, best hope is

You are all alone.

Lost in the orchard
of despair
The swirling madness has
Stopped swirling
to focus entirely
on you…

As everything slips away
Into the deep dark of never was
Anchor chain
Wrapped round your soul
Drags you
Deeper Deeper Deeper
Pressure building
On your heart and shoulders
Your mind spins
Round it’s cage
And the weight
Grows greater

You slowly implode
a singularity of self
from which no light can escape
Just a hole
at the bottom
of a well
Draining into a hell
long since abandoned
Except for you
And the echoes of silence
The space inside you generates
Whenever you dare to imagine
There might be 
Reminding you that
Nothing makes nothing.

And the weight grows
and greater
and greater

Love Poem

Written By: JD Adler - Nov• 09•17

how long has it been
I can not call again
I just want to hear
The lyrical hum
of her voice
on my eardrum

when did I go insane
I was just doin my own thing
then into my world she drops
changing everything

smell her on my pillow
taste her on my lips
I don’t want to go to bed
when she’s not there
cuz it seems empty and large
for the first time ever

I don’t know what’s happening to me
I got a rep
as a grizzly callous motherfucker
now I’m all silly and sweet
gushing like a fountain of YooHoo

Just appeared in my life one day
Drew me in
Nothing will ever be the same
And Every time I think
I couldn’t be happier
She smiles at me again

chic must be a witch
or a Sith Lord
Sith Lady?
put a spell on me
stole my mind
with her magic kiss
now all I can think about
is her face
and how happy I am

its disgusting
like a teenager again
all hormones and smiles
and all the songs make sense

I had plans
“Loner Curmudgeon”
cards were made

but there she stands
the light always right
smiling at me
and I already feel
myself made more





Keepin’ On

Written By: JD Adler - Nov• 09•17

I keep on
Keeping on
But I always end up
Where I began
So what good does it do me
To stick to a plan
That never helps me
The things I’m hating on

Go ahead
Lecture me on practical
Lecture me on realistic
Tell me more bout aiming low
as a sensible solution
To problems towering
Why not tell me last time
Practical promises were delivered upon
While we’re keeping it realistic

Absent vision
Future’s just a calendar
If all you got for me
Is dollars, bullets and locks
You misjudged your audience
I don’t need a bribe
And I ain’t terrified
What I want is something
to believe in
to build

Why could my father walk on the moon
but we can’t get lead out of the water
Why do doctor’s have no borders
‘Cept those of my Health Care Plan
If have to pay farmers not to grow
to keep food cheap
how are people hungry
why are there empty buildings
while people lay in the streets
Everyone may not deserve the same
But why should some go without
while others got gold plated toilet seats

our leaders scream
bout enemies abroad
but no enemy
compares to the
damage we do
to our own side
As our own leaders
work to undermine
can I get a hope up in here
can I a vision of what is to be
instead of constantly hearing
gossip bout your adversary
How bout just an equal share of the shit we build
Is that not practical
Am i a dreamer
for thinking
that progress meant
all of us
working for
all of us

I dont want a revolution
I just want a solution
To the age old problems
Of hate, greed and corruption
With the elementary plan
Of sharing what ya brung
And everybody brings something
it works for playgrounds and potlucks
but not our politics
spaghetti western villains
In a Mexican standoff
Fighting to be
all alone

This ain’t nothin new
Not the problem
Not the complaint
Not the solution
Nor those with power
Refusing to do
Because they prosper
Off inequity
So we just keep on
Keeping on
Till we can’t take no more
Burn it all down
And the cycle starts anew

Pigs in mens’s clothing


The Others

Written By: JD Adler - Nov• 09•17

sitting before you
naked and crying
a baby alone in a crowd
its fat little fingers
on short chubby arms
begging strangers for love
it weeps and shouts
it cries and it screams,
but its pleas go unnoticed
as the herd rushes round the yard

you run for the infant
heart pounding faster and faster
you come closer and closer
desperate to save the helpless waif
as your hand reaches for hers
the child grows silent
her vibrant young eyes
puffy with pain
look into yours
and all the secret sorrows
long locked way
in the darkest of places
are reflected in the teary pools
of this naked little babe
abandoned and neglected
amidst the callous and bustling world

your heart nearly breaks
like it hasn’t since youth
when the memory of first loss returns
flooding your soul
purest of pains
the anguish of
losing your faith

retracting your hand
you withdraw from the child
better off where it be
only a fool believes
there is safety
to be found
in others

Why is Your Dick Out

Written By: JD Adler - Nov• 09•17

why is your dick out
why is your hand on her
why is your tongue there
why would you say that
why is your dick out


I do not understand

I am not surprised that this exists
but I am surprised by the prevalence
and technique
or lack thereof

who asks their employees for a massage
who masturbates into a plant
what is wrong with your amygdala
have you no impulse control
or is our culture simply bereft of
shame or honor

why is your dick out?

the people you work with
are there to get paid
not laid
why is your dick out

the woman who loves you
does not want to watch you jerk off
no one else does either
unless you are a porn star
that is unprofessional





I’m Just Sayin’

Written By: JD Adler - Mar• 07•17

Let the revolution begin

The stupid people
Have elected their stupid hero
To do all the stupid things
That will satisfy their stupid egos

Last two times the idiots rose up
They burned the libraries
Of Alexandretta and Europe
Just to prove that stupid was victorious
Now the information age is gonna crash
Due to the ignoramus virus
Let the revolution begin
Before its too late


Daughter of the Sun – free sample

Written By: JD Adler - Feb• 23•17

Daughter of the Sun

a modern epic poem

by JD Adler

ISBN: 9781520646589

(full text available on Amazon in print or Kindle)

“How in the hell could a man enjoy being awakened at 8:30 a.m. by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress, force-feed, shit, piss, brush teeth and hair, and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and were asked to be grateful for the opportunity to do so? ”
– Charles Bukowski

Chapter 1: Prey

through the trees
sweaty legs
in big brown hiking boots
frightened, focused, excited
eyes simultaneously seeking
paths before
predator behind
closer all the time



Written By: JD Adler - Jan• 14•17

Call me Ishmael
call me Mohammed
Call me the son
of the wind
And the sand
I am the boogeyman
Used to scare your children
Since the dark ages
I’ve been the dark one
Looming around the corner
And now I am your neighbor

Call me rebel
Call me cowboy
Call me salt of the earth
my forefathers bled for
I roam the fringes
Shadow of a predator
What y’all call civilization
I call Domestication
Try and break me
Come on now


Metaphysics of Hate

Written By: JD Adler - Jan• 14•17

In between here and there
Between the before and after
In the land
Of never
Reside the souls of those
waiting to be born

They have no idea what is coming
These people in waiting
No CNN metaphysical to forewarn
Else none may ever come
And zombies would walk the land
Like lawyers and real estate agents
And those who call in to talk radio

They float massless
With the neutrons and fermions
Just waiting for a body to inhabit
No clue how fragile it will be
Or how dark and dirty is our society
Else they may remain
Forever in formless freedom from sorrow

Or maybe they do know


The Shadow Men

Written By: JD Adler - Nov• 07•16

there is the thing we think we see
but never really believe
I can not tell you it isnt so
because I know

every time you turn a corner
and think you see
a shadow that is not your own
that’s not a trick of the eye
that’s the darkest demon you’ve ever dreamed
come out to play
to take you away
to the end of all things

the barely seen one
the whispy one
the hidden one
the one you’ve always been afraid of
when all alone
in the dark of night
for good reason
hiding from you
in your very own shadow



Written By: JD Adler - Nov• 07•16

a single round bead of sweat
rolls across the flesh
in the sweltering summer heat
magnifying pours, birthmarks, follicles and wrinkles,
as it passes
this aint no glistening
this is some serious, stinky, sweat
generated by a body
not just from the blistering
mythic evil
of the mid-day summer heat
this nasty bead of human fluid
was earned the old fashion way
through mind altering
flesh abrading
hair pulling
afternoon fucking

it was the best kind of mid day penetration
the unexpected pounding
he was just on his way to the corner store for smokes
she merely seeking a hangover remedy at the pub
their eyes locked
she had cigarettes in her purse
he had vodka and V8 at home
they were both old and alone
and horny
on a summer afternoon

magic moments are made of these


Deplorable State

Written By: JD Adler - Nov• 07•16

I am a straight white man
in ‘Murica
oppressed and disenfranchised
robbed of my birthright
my manifest destiny
has been stolen by
lesbians and Mexicans
and academics
with their scams
’bout the environment

My people used to rule
not like
“metallica rules dude”
we actually ruled
voting rights
property rights
the best jobs
all ours
and ours alone


‘Murica needs Sanders Vs Trump

Written By: JD Adler - Mar• 14•16

Our media loves a good celebrity reality show, but this election cycle is about a choice between governing philosophies more than any other in recent history. People’s faith in their government is nearly non-existent. Nothing gets accomplished, it is clear our leaders are corrupted by money, and when they do accomplish something it is often in opposition to the will of the people. Now we have 3 candidates offering very different governing philosophies. Unfortunately, due to the design of our system, we will only be able to choose between two of them at the end. Which two will set the tone for the campaign and the next four years.

If Trump and Sanders become the party nominees, the debates between them will have an indelible effect on our culture. The nation will listen to arguments between cooperative development towards a more just, inclusive society versus xenophobic violence and greed. We will have to choose between nuanced, long-range plans, or shallow, short-sighted, self interest. Sanders will argue that individuals deserve equal respect regardless of their demographic. Trump will argue that poor people and foreigners are losers who should be feared and hated. Then a choice will be made that determines the future direction of our nation. A clear choice being provided to the country, electing either Trump or Sanders, would not just be an endorsement of the one but a clear refutation of the other.

This will not occur in a vacuum, it will be against the landscape of all that has occurred in the Nixon to Obama era; Viet Nam to Iraq, repeal of Glass-Steagle, the Citizens United decision, the collapse of the middle class, the many permutations of our relationship wth Iran, our failed Latin American policies, as well as our successes in health care, civil rights for minorities and women, worker rights, and social programs like welfare and social security and medicare. Reactionary attacks on progress regarding women’s rights, workers’ rights, privacy rights and economic protections in recent years coupled with military boondoggles and corporate personhood have pushed the American people to a boiling point. This context will be heightened by Trump saying we don’t win anymore, and he can fix that while Sanders is explaining our current situation is a result of past errors which his plan thoughtfully addresses.

Americans will have to choose between brutality and cooperation for solving our problems.

Our nation’s history is driven by periods of dramatic social progress; from the Revolution, to the Civil War, to Women’s Suffrage, to the New Deal to the Civil Rights Movement. Each of these pivotal moments pushed us closer towards equity and collectively defined our culture as the champion of justice and democracy. At each stage, there have been opponents who wished to conserve the old system, complaining the new path was illegal, would destroy us, or somehow violated God’s law. These arguments are as old as the Federalist vs the anti-Federalists. Not once have the nay-sayers been correct. On each occasion it required the populace to stand together to achieve the goal. This is the definition of Sanders’ “political revolution.” Populist organizing to support social change is what he is asking voters to choose.

Sanders has argued that we need to end the corrupting influence of private money on politics and reform wall street with taxation and regulations. These two things, he argues, will clear the way for the rest of the progressive agenda. Ending the legalized bribery of campaign funding solves our do-nothing congress by opening elections, and fiscal reform stabilizes the economy while increasing federal revenue for social programs. Critics tend to question whether he can get these acts passed, not the legitimacy of his premise. To which Sanders argues that people voting for him are signing on to be part of the participatory political revolution.

Trump’s proposals to wall us in, refuse aid to the helpless, and murder the relatives of our enemies, while targeting citizens based on religion are definitively fascist (and illegal). His website offers little else in the way of policy, tax cuts are his only economic plan. Under “issues”, he has posted a series of 30sec videos that contain only rhetoric. Under “positions” there are a handful of documents, rewrites of old think tank pieces, that primarily criticize Democrat policy and promise to “make America Great Again.” The is no substantive plan other than expanding the military, being cruel to foreigners and cutting taxes for rich people. Meanwhile, at his rallies, his supporters raise their arms and pledge loyalty and/or beat up minorities without provocation, all with his encouragement.

A debate between these two diametrically opposed, popular views will force America to make a choice. Of the three leading Presidential candidates, Clinton wishes to maintain the safety of the status quo, Trump is arguing for a retreat to tyranny and Sanders wants to take a progressive leap forward. The status quo seems untenable to many; a broke, divided government with little public support creating more enemies than it defeats abroad while mass imprisoning its citizens can not last. It is time for dramatic change. Sanders and Trump both generate enthusiasm in their supporters, Clinton represents sighing and accepting an inevitable reality like cleaning your toilet or paying taxes. At a time when our people have little faith in their government, pitting a corporate shill against a reality show billionaires is not ideal. Sanders vs Trump represents an enthusiastic election cycle, a population hopeful for their future and prepared to work for it. Sanders campaign would also represent people actively working to defeat hate in favor of helping each other.

Its not only the caring versus hating message that America must consider; Trump presents himself with the intellect of an elementary school boy. He acts the bully, is bored by intellectual conversation, thinks bodily functions are gross, thinks women have cooties and utilizes the vocabulary of a 4th grader. Meanwhile Sanders is clearly a well educated, thoughtful man who supports his proposals with reasoned arguments. After years of the GOP denigrating education and critical thinking while the Democrats did little to fight back, Americans would be presented with a choice between nerd vs bully. Do we respect intelligence or knuckle dragging brutality? The winner of such an election would be more than just the next office holder, he would represent what the culture of America desires to be.

A Clinton vs Trump election, or even more so if the Republicans managed to turn the tables in the convention and nominate someone else, would just be an election between who Americans don’t want more. Clinton is disliked and Trump is disliked, and neither inspire a grand future image. Another such election, with 4 more years of status quo politics, could have significantly detrimental effects to the body politic of a nation which already has so little trust in its government and such a disfunctional economy.

Sanders Vs Trump would also present two candidates not bought by outside billionaires. Sanders funded by his supporters and Trump by himself, each beholden to no special interest beyond their voters. The court decisions which established money as speech and corporations as people have undermined our democracy, essentially legalizing bribery. As a victim of this problem, Clinton represents every reason people distrust the current system. She is indebted to the wealthy interests who fund her campaign while her public positions shift with polls; this combination creates a lack of credibility. Obviously compromise and change are an important part of politics, but her predisposition to incrementalism when dealing with ideologues means the battle for progress is lost before it has begun. So the results are the same, expansion of military and corporate benefits while citizens suffer for budget concerns. Yet a politician in her shoes must preach incrementalism, because it is the only way to attempt to please both the progressive voters and the corporate funders. But you cannot please everyone all the time, and when a choice must be made money will win out. An election cycle in which neither Presidential candidate has corporate sponsorship could have a lasting effect on the landscape.

If a President Sanders were successful at overturning the Citizens United decision and requiring public funding of elections, the playing field would be leveled for candidates and the influence of money would be drastically reduced thereby increasing the influence of voters. The domino effect of that on tax policy, trade policy, environmental policy, health care and so many other arenas would be incalculable. A President Trump, on the other hand, would make no effort to alter the system, having benefitted from it as a supporter and candidate, and more than once stating he believes only wealthy people should be President. If anything, his success would deepen the ditch we are stuck in, as candidates struggle to gather more and more funds to keep up with the new model.

The question of Sander’s electability is not only cynical, but requires testing. If we can not elect a candidate who wishes to shift our priorities to domestic services and individual economic protections, while receiving the largest turnout of any candidate at his rallies, then we are not a liberal country. If we can only elect a candidate who receives corporate backing while preaching pragmatic incrementalism, then America’s era of greatness really is over because you do not achieve great things by aiming low. Avoiding the risk of failure guarantees mediocrity. And if, somehow, we elect a fascist bigot preaching that greatness means being an international bully, then we should fold up the flag and disband now, for we would have betrayed everything every patriot ever fought for since 1776.

Heroes of Peace

Written By: JD Adler - Apr• 30•15

Kill conquer burn despoil

destruction is easy

just pick up a stick

and wreck things a bit

the flesh is weak

it’ll bleed real easy

you want to be hero

pick a god

sow a flag

murder some foreigners (more…)