J.P. Bristow

According to me.....

Yes, its true....I am one of those people that laughs out loud during a movie. I am also guilty of chorus singing...you know those awful people that hum to the song and then suddenly let loose---yep I am one of them. I dog-ear pages in my favorite books (sacrilege).
I believe in Santa Claus. I believe that socks should not be worn with sandals. I love Saturday morning cartoons. I think Sir Anthony Hopkins and Stephen Fry have hands down the greatest voices on the planet-and would be the only reasons I would ever buy a book on tape? cd? download?(babbling). I constantly check the back of my wardrobe hoping one day it will lead to Narnia. I believe that movies are meant to be experienced in theaters and watched at home. I love people who act with love not speak of it. I like to puddle jump without rubber boots. I believe the bedroom is never a place to fight...ever. I believe a real man opens the door for you, every time. Id rather go exploring than lay on the beach. I believe that letter writing is sadly a dying art. I think whatever wine you would like goes with that fish. I believe that good music is as essential as air. And lastly I believe that theres nothing quite like being thoroughly good and kissed.




Can one drown with want of words? An absurd thought to anyone but a writer. With ink stained fingers we stretch our souls upon the rack, for only we would suffer so. But in the hours when sleep escapes and light is but a silent guide, we search, we discover and eventually accept the inevitable. That moments like these, simple and sweet come few and far between. For when the muses whisper and demons dare to dance we will tear away our blinders, only to find our own truths.

-J.P.Bristow


"“I see a lilly on thy brow,
With anguish moist and fever dew;
And on thy cheek a fading rose
Fast withereth too.
I met a lady in the meads
Full beautiful, a faery's child;
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.”-Keats




"To die, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there's the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come"-W.S.




"Now I may have faith to make mountains fall
But if I lack love then I am nothin' at all
I can give away everything I possess
But left without love then I have no happiness"-L.Hill




"He's the big affair I cannot forget.
Only man I ever think of with regret."-Gershwin




"In my solitude you haunt me
With reveries of days gone by,
In my Solitude you taunt me
With memories that never die"-D.Ellington





"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way." -Neruda





"Yes," I answered you last night;
"No," this morning, Sir, I say.
Colours seen by candlelight,
Will not look the same by day."-EBB




"There's something in a flying horse,
There's something in a huge balloon;
But through the clouds I'll never float
Until I have a little Boat,
Shaped like the crescent-moon."-Wordsworth




"The author's conviction on this day of the New Year is that music begins to atrophy
when it departs too far from the dance; that
poetry begins to atrophy when it gets too far from music."-E.Pound




"I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
Your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
Yes many loved before us, I know that we are not new"-Cohen




"She loves him more than he will ever know
He loves her more than he will ever show."-Cobain




"For him was lever han at his beddes hed
A twenty bokes, clothed in black or red,
Of Aristotle, and his philosophie,
Than robes riche, or fidel, or sautrie.
But all be that he was a philosophre,
Yet hadde he but litel gold in cofre."-Chaucer




"Out on the roof
Over harbored streets
Where the sky's a blanket
Each sweet kiss
So melodramatic
Embroidered by shadow
By the fridge I reminisce"-D.Gray