A Piece of Me (spoken word)

A Piece of Me

Sometimes it feels
Like everyone wants a piece of me
Shaken like a dog’s bone
Knawed raw
A dried up orange
Stale and weary
I have no more to give
Squeeze out the last drops
Never enough
Never satisfied
A never ending game of ping pong
And I’m the ball
Just want to be alone
Run away with butterflies
On a Spring morning

Why must I always be on call?
Why must I be the referee?
Then in the blame game
It is my name
On the card
Family dynamics
Too dynamic for me
I want a piece of me
For myself

The weight of needs is crushing
I’m not a one-stop-shop
Mediate, negotiate
Consulate, try not to retaliate,
Like a carton under tyre
Too high a
Pressure
Makes me pop
And then you say
What’s up
With you?
You’re wound too tight
You have a problem
Yeah I do
It’s you

© Janey Colbourne 2017

Listen

If my wounds

are the source
of my greatest power,
then my gift is the gift of insight.

I am gifted with knowledge
of how it feels to be old,
while I am still young.

I could sink into despair,
frustration and bitterness,
or I could flip the coin

and use this experience
to expand my compassion,
to share that knowledge,

my understanding.
Patience is the lesson
that comes from pain;

and courage of heart.
True strength is not
what you think.

I say to the young,
when you are old
you will know

why I do as I do,
for now you can only
imagine

and listen,

most of all, listen.

© Janey Colbourne 2017

Awaken (to the wonder)

This is an important message…

Awaken

How have we come to this?
Minutely absorbed
in desperate days.
Vainly seeking
transient bliss in triviality,
we miss infinity.

Blinded by our own lights,
we miss the night sky,
a reminder of
the immensity of awe.
We seek to light the dark
because we are afraid.

Afraid of the vast
and glorious universe.
Afraid to be so small,
yet not seeing how
we are smallest
when we flee.

Behind the concrete,
invented reason.
Ethereal illusions fade
without true soil,
a feeble substitute
for freedom.

Brave dissolution in expansion
beyond the flickered dreams.
An open soul is whole.
Awaken to the wonder,
seek out the night sky,
and remember…

© Janey Colbourne words 2016 recording 2017

Below the Skin

Below the skin

Red is my blood,
green is your sap.
Yet below the skin,
we are kin.
Complementary;
breathing each other in,
mutually
nourishing,
eternally
flourishing.

The iron that dwells
In the heart of her
The iron that flows
In my veins
Are one and the same

The heart of Suns
In the wood
And the cell
I am ocean
but for a membrane

When I die,
And the ocean leaves my body,
My spirit returns to the sea.
I am ocean but for a membrane.
The part of me that is earth,
My bones I will leave behind.
Under the skin, we are kin.

© Janey Colbourne 2017 all content
Image Janey Colbourne with PicsArt

Wax It. A poem.

wax it

Here’s a poem I wrote as spoken word, which I also put to music. If you’d like to have a listen, here’s the YouTube link.

Wax It.

Wax it
Pluck it
Shave it
Shape it
Sugar it
Prune it
Slice it off!

Colour it
Cream it
Paste it
Peel it
Hurt it
hate it
Not good enough!

Cherish it
Know it
Like it
Love it
Accept it
It’s you
You ARE good enough.

© Janey Colbourne 2017

Thistle Fierce and Wild. My Poem Grows Some Music.

 

Photo © Janey Colbourne 2015

One of the poems I wrote for my first poetry collection ‘See With Heart‘ was in homage to a large thistle that decided to grow between the wall of my house and the yard. She was truly huge, tall with a very fat stem and long, sharp spikes. I was struck by the vital power of this plant, growing in such an apparently inhospitable place. I took a photo and wrote the poem. Recently I have been songwriting and this is a poem I decided to make into a piece of music. It’s a breakbeat tune with punk vocals, which I felt was suited to the strong spiky energy of the mighty thistle. If you’d like to have a listen here’s the YouTube link. Below is the cover design for the song.

Image by Janey Colbourne using PicsArt

Here’s the original poem:

Thistle

Thistle fierce and wild
Strong you grow
And spiky
What vital power
Too sharp to grasp
Roots buried deep
No soil to see
From patio and wall
You thrust
I must
In truth
Honour
Your mighty conquest

©Janey Colbourne 2015

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A screenshot from the iBooks version of ‘See With Heart’

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