Credo Ut Intelligam

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

Friday, July 22, 2011

3. The National Anthem

Just | Authspot

Just | Authspot

Just when the evening learns what the day knows

Just as the song lyrics used to speak to me and say

Just when a lover becomes lost in a lover’s throes

As the burning star reclaims the newborn day

Just when the cat is let out of the bag to begin

Its Cheshire cat sly and mischievous grin

It begins to end

This time I will not shy away

I am above it this time around; not below it

I am stronger, more resilient; stoic

I am prepared to know it

I am not afraid

I can and will show it

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Iluminar | Authspot


and bluer days

Clouds come rushing into my wearied mind


cut by the blades

What am I to do when what I’ve lost I seek again to find?

Let the good shine

Let it shine forever on

Let the Wisdom become

May it become mine

Let the weather forever change

And let the Sun’s shine come upon

My skin and then

Let it shine well

Let the blossoming jasmine smell

Where the sadness used to dwell

Let it shine on and when

It grows dark; shine again

For me

Copyright ©2011 by j. k. Bradford, All Rights Reserved

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Tuesday, May 17, 2011

July 12th Old Topanga Canyon | Authspot

On July 12th Old Topanga Canyon

I propped myself against a convenient boulder

Trying to match the cool I saw in you

With a green St. Pauli bottle in my hand

You were walking with arms stretched out like Boeing wings

A balancing act for an overgrown spunky child

And like a child you traversed the jutting rocks

And softly hummed some Smith’s song

It was then that I had a melancholic moment when

I realize that you and I don’t belong in this world

Of harlots and thieves

Anymore than YOU belonged to me

Copyright ©2011 by j. k. Bradford, All Rights Reserved

July 12th Old Topanga Canyon | Authspot

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Quid Pro Quo

Are you my new vocation?
Hardly, but in you I see an evocation
A proper preoccupation
A reason to be
A life of doing something simply to please …you
When all things crumble down
And the world’s countenance has fallen to the ground
We will still be; for the duration
Are you my new obsession?
Hardly, but when the novelty reaches its expiration
We will still continue to be
Loving and living; blurring the definition of two
Defying addition and multiplication
Are you my new “art nouveau”?
My project,
My quid pro quo
My creative heart’s alliteration?
But more importantly you are for me a place to keep my love safe and free from harm
Copyright ©2011 by j. k. Bradford, All Rights Reserved

Sunday, May 8, 2011

You Don't




  I wonder



     above it

       or under




     the thunder

       to wait for the accompanying lightning’s flash

Copyright ©2011 by j. k. Bradford, All Rights Reserved

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Saturday, April 30, 2011

Jesus Wept for His Friend (John 11:33-35)

Jesus wept openly for Lazarus,
When he heard his dear friend had died
It is hard for some people to fathom
That God’s firstborn Son could have cried
But we are made in God’s image
A fact that the Bible deems true
So good people work to embody God’s visage
May it reflect in the good that we do
Copyright ©2011 by j. k. Bradford, All Rights Reserved

Saturday, April 9, 2011

Despite You and In Spite of Me

I sat outside of your narrow mind and waited for the storm windows to open
the hurricane you think men to be never came for you
and all of your posturing wasn’t worth the loneliness it cost
At times I find it impossible not to stand awestruck as you tap dance around unfounded fears
and when one gets the best of you,
I fear for you as the escalation begins and you like an animal
Lash out and destroy within yourself and others the very thing
that makes a loser win
and so I sit
I will wait through the storm of stated facts masquerading out of context
Screaming inside for you to abandon the storm cellars wasted years
Abandon your house of cards and come home
I will wait because once the skies clear
and the Sun makes its new debut
You will see my love washed clean from the rain of reality
Still here for you and no worse for wear
Copyright ©2011 by j. k. Bradford, All Rights Reserved

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

The Greater Moses

The Greater Moses

"(3)If, now, the good news we declare is in fact veiled, it is veiled among those who are perishing, (4) among whom the god of this system of things has blinded the minds of the unbelievers, that the illumination of the glorious good news about the Christ, who is the image of God, might not shine through."
(2 Corinthians 4:3,4)

What meanders as a mystery
also moonlights as a means to an end
A monolithic myth clothed in a false credibility
                                                                             That claims the wisdom of Solomon
But beware
What crown the confounded;
misguided have worshiped
To be fair?
Their hopes? Ill founded
Leaves true worshipers who,
eager to teach are none the less astounded;
knowing this crown appropriately rest elsewhere
What heralding pleadings of come!
Trumpet from false voice and placating rock masses
Content to amass material assets
Their rock masses simply made of paper mache boulders
Though the Devil ma’care
That their champion rest not in the Greater Moses
but on less capable and sinister shoulders

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Night Shade Harmony

Hind sight is 20/20.
Why should I spend a great deal of time reHASHING the
HAPPEN stance
and HARSHness we called a lover’s dalliance
Fights over HONESTY
Resentment ruled the roost and hence
Forgiveness was offered without any AMNESTY
Strained finance
Refusals to adjust,
We needed real professional assistance
But help never came and we didn’t seek it in a measure
That honored the depth of our feelings
And the arguments continued with persistence
We refused to talk
When the other DEMANDED?
We balked
If I were the one REPRIMANDED?
I walked
When I tried to leave you pleaded
Gripped my pant leg wet with tears; the door blocked
It was awful
I thought I lost respect for you based on your behavior
Never in a million years
I think back on how much you meant to me and I savor
The secret sounds of twilight conversations at dawn
The nightshade HARMONY
The way we fit so perfectly together in love and lust
No one moved me and soothed me like you, TRUST ME
And I am not sure anyone ever will
Copyright ©2011 by j. k. Bradford, All Rights Reserved

Bon Iver - Re: Stacks

Monday, February 21, 2011

Caveat Lector

I miss the ability to pluck from your feather bed what I hold dear
and you deem precious
I would by route
distract you with these well rehearsed false impressions
In softer muffled tones and spice riddled
Affirmations and accents
To teach,
and unlearn your mother’s caveat lector lessons
While the caramel plum hue of my intentions
gets the better of me;
it mercifully remains hidden
at least partially in the dim light from where we are sitting
Cradled in an overstuffed button punch love-seat
leaving me in this pitiable condition

I want to forget my own vision and see you in
purposeful poses
Positioning the lotus for me to notice
Your ambiance wafting in the air like summer roses

I swear

I swear the swans have traversed the lake
and upon the shore of your submission have landed
and here I stand
At this moment the sum of my weakness and glands
and all of this why?
So I may pluck the daylights from your star's
forbidden sky
Until exhausted you fall breathless into the slumber's hands
©2010 J. K. Bradford

Bajka,Bonobo - Walk in the Sky

Friday, February 11, 2011

Autolux - Turnstile Blues (From the Basement)

Under Loose Assumptions

On Wednesday I cleaned my hallway closet and I found the old album of scrap
Photos and miscellaneous magazine clippings
You used to keep
A box full of charcoal drawings and letters cryptically
written in Swedish
To family and friends still frozen and pickled on Akvavit in Stockholm
I wished I could understand the language
But the words stared back at me silent and apathetic
As if to mock my inability to decipher their import
I wish you had taken them with you
I wished I had not been so nostalgic and sentimental
I thought I had long ago forgot
I thought the smell of you had long since faded from my memory
and before I had the chance to lift my shield of recovery
My mind splintered into a thousand small
fragmented windows through which shone your face
From every vantage point and place we visited together
or talked about visiting as we lay conversing and intertwining
our legs under comforters
And I was involuntarily transported to a page in the book
long ago, ripped from the spine
and dog-eared, and crumpled
Under the loose assumption that it had been discarded
I compellingly went through the box in its entirety
Photos, compact disc, and incomplete sketchings
Letters and scrap book contents
and in the end I remember what once was
Before reminding myself of what could have never been
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Saturday, January 29, 2011

Trees and Birds

The World Wants Monsters

This world wants monsters to lurk in every household
A snarling manifestation of our collective misery made incarnate
We drift into the decidedly dark
and the desirability of essential escape from the foreign
Seen as a simple lark of sorts;
A subscription to the twisted prism of the less boring
The commanding, the demanding, the consummate
While the people pride themselves on carrying on;
Substituting the salient for the god of it’s awfully alluring
If the truth be told to spit upon the spark
That denial has been methodically obscuring
©2009 J. K. Bradford

Talking Heads - Houses In Motion (Stereo Difference) from "Remain In Light"

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Flimsy Like Paper Lace

flimsy like paper lace

Flimsy like a lace paper window pane
Rattled in a heavy wind blown rain
The rain
The rain came quickly down
And the shutters leaked as they tried in vain
To curb the pelting sound
The rain the rain falls wet and cold
And weakens the hillside ground
Which then gives way and
Tumults over the wall which cannot hold
The rain the rain
When will it end
The rain will never cease
The rain will someday wash our weary souls I am told
The rain the rain the rain the rain
©2007 J. K. Bradford

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Band of Horses - Laredo

When it rains in California....

When the waters weigh burdensome upon the construct of the levy
The storm continues to rain down
And the wintry weather’s tympanic sound
Reminds me that eventually the water has its way and become to heavy
For the barrier to properly hold its ground

Day two and three non-stop I watch the torrential inching symphony
Cleansing the entirety of this town
Landslides, and car crashes to swerve around
The homeless of this place hide away from nature’s unleashed bevy
‘Tween building and beneath makeshift tents they’ve made or found

After the length of the day surrenders to night’s hidden envy
The storm continues to pelt and perform
To defy the Sun and with its wet hands pound
Outside of the Californian norm and still the glistening ground is pretty
To my own eyes that leaked with this new sadness I have found
Copyright ©2010 by j. k. Bradford, All Rights Reserved

Band of Horses - Laredo