Credo Ut Intelligam

Credo Ut Intelligam
Above all else, think and reason. See with the eyes of your heart.

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Portishead - Mourning Air

Eating Rain

A childhood memory.
As a child I enjoyed the comfort of the rain
I would lay prone and upwards on my lawn and shielded
By a child’s spectacles
I Watched the rain from the grass’s vantage point
and smiled
From time to time with my sleeve I would wipe away the particles
To more clearly see the continuing stream
Until my clothes were soaked and I eventually grew cold

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

I AM....

                                                                                  My orneriness sits in a dish with the root beer barrels
I gave a rest to the rest of my youthful angst and needless quarrels
                       For now I am
               A lion
                                           I  am not crying
                                                                    I am
                                                                          I am alright
      My drunken dangers and life rearrangements
                                         Familial estrangements
                                                                              Gone away and today and everyday I pull along
                                                                                                                                                For now I am
A lion
            Full of lucid dreams of flying
                                                       I am
                                                              I am rapture
My silhouette of drugs and regret cannot get to me anymore
I lean against the Army's King and ignore the life traps and trip ups
                                                              For I am
                                              Now I am
                                I am a lion
                I am a lamb
                                                                                                    I am what others cannot understand
                                I am the made over with a purposeful plan
I am
I am
                                                                                                                  I am the new me
                                                               And I am happy for me
©2010 j. k. bradford

Monday, November 1, 2010

I am the Intuit

Who really, really knows

Even when you fall in love it is fake
You say you don’t want to really touch me
For fear I might terribly crack or break
But it’s me and I am not that fragile
Although I am limited in what I emotionally can take
You cannot shake me that easily

Not you…
I know

You cannot possibly see what I see in your face
A hollowed hooray and a immoral menagerie
Of broken bits, spoiled brat fits and black lace
Talking about pride, but spelling out tragedy
You think we are two peas but that is a mistake
And so I say goodbye to you and the inevitable insanity
©2010 j. k. bradford

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