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It wrote me-
I can’t make any claim to musical virtuosity, vocal prowess, or poetic genius, but I think I just made the best record of my career.
I have no idea how it happened, what I did, or how the pieces fit, but this thing just came out of me and I can almost pretend it’s not mine and I think it sounds pretty good.
I wrote my own parts quickly- I don’t really remember the “ho...
Saturday 7th January 2023 9:35 pm
'I'm fine'
There is a river that runs through me
But I can’t see its colours shine so brightly
I keep them all so confidential
And all of the breakdowns so existential
‘Going mental’, the mind’s so fragile
Can’t it be easy like it was when we were kids?
You grow up, some days stare into the abyss
But there is nothing like true happiness
You must hold on to happiness
When ...
Thursday 28th January 2021 12:19 pm
Rise!
Here's a poem I wrote to celebrate the launch of Rise! Spoken Word at The Bureau (filmed before lockdown but only just released)
Rise
May you rise like the phoenix from the ashes.
Reignite your precious embers.
Break from your constraints to dance on air.
Rise like the swelling tide, the harvest moon.
Rise like you will dare.
Rise like you're awakened from a hun...
Tuesday 10th November 2020 11:39 am
Still
I still see it
the light the colour
letters and numbers
and all things black
is back
a vacant hole
where heart should be
and all for naught
I swallowed whole
the empty place
I know so well
how it owns me now
the silent ache
the constant break
inside my brain
endless questions
no answers to frame.
©JM.Cole
Saturday 15th December 2018 12:36 pm
Peat
Orange blue
I think about you
infinity too
but all is lost
inside this square
I can't care
I see that sky
and I wanna die
coz I wanna fly
but try as I might
I'm tied to a rock
I carry always
the love inside
my heart denied
and I throw my soul
to the sea hoping
to half drown complete
while my brain decays
in peat I find my feet
but brown is despair
and I can't breathe
that kind...
Thursday 6th December 2018 7:10 am
Yellow
I think in yellow
the heart's a coward
black at the core
open the door
open the door
can't wait no more
gonna lay down there
on the floor
be good now
good mud
show the love
soon my love
I come above light like air
weather's heavy over there
but here
I feel back in my space
I made some mistakes
be ok
my pain smells like rain
I watch it trickle away
down the drain
reminds me
of...
Saturday 24th November 2018 9:40 pm
Always
I'm just a lost fool,
looking to die,
looking to sleep,
looking for something
I can keep
looking for me,
looking inside
too much too soon,
too high to fly,
burns the sky,
the light it blinds
the closet is a hole
in which the soul
opens whole
look inside,
red white absorbs
the night
is always gold
when it glows.
©JM.Cole
Saturday 24th November 2018 8:15 am
Glastonbury 1997. Don't Go There.
https://youtu.be/kx6C248MQeQ
On being young and foolish at the second muddiest Glastonbury Festival in history.
Thursday 22nd November 2018 2:06 pm
Pass the Parcel
Time is the essence of sin
orange blue
my cloudy oblivion
a line in the dark
a cross in the sand
the only place
I ever found myself
was in a high late at night
maybe that's a lie
there was one thing
but that was different
I was different
I used to be easier
I don't like to be so black
I can't deny
the thoughts in my mind
when I think about you
almost all the time
I wonder why
I ...
Sunday 18th November 2018 2:41 am
Slipping Sand
Burning up in the desert sun
I come undone, I want to run
but the sand slips when I lose my grip
and I sink in time blinded in the light
denying inside my heart on fire.
I get no sleep and I lose my feet
out in the deep I can’t breathe,
memory creeps
and my brain’s full of heat
drowning in the bleak,
yearning to be me,
longing to be free.
All the words inside I
can’t say
burn and bur...
Sunday 28th October 2018 4:52 am
Water
The water is good,
helps go back to the beginning
I remember my existence there
I went back 20 years,
time has no meaning
ticking crazy always
in the head
is the blue of my dread.
Used to have walls all tall
now nothing there
to absorb the fall.
Always thinking in rhyme
feel like I'm losing my mind
love to dive times five
1 in 9 is fine
love is sacred
double three following me
lik...
Friday 26th October 2018 4:06 am
Infinity
One does love your spirit art
from afar I aim my dart
each full moon
straight at your heart
coz you're the fire in my veins
with which I can't depart.
Oh how you touch my soul
out in the cold,
bringing all my blue
open home, golden whole.
The chaos in my art
never leaves me alone
I miss being the one
to turn you on
sending messages
in the d...
Monday 22nd October 2018 4:36 am
Tick Tock
I write you many poems
you inspire me so deep
my heart
at your alter peaks
I want nothing
but to complete
I'll drown myself
out in the sea
cause' I'll die if I can't be
please
give me what I need
so I can breathe
I'm choking on my art
at your feet.
The moon melts to three
and my fire drowns
inside of me.
I'll not come back,
I can't come back
till a sign
you...
Thursday 4th October 2018 12:50 am
Stuck
All my words
are stuck again,
stuck like sand
inside my brain,
grey, bent
and out of shape.
I lost my way,
came back again
but not to stay,
still mourning the loss
of my mental haze.
Realising now
there’s magic in sound
though sometimes
it does make me frown
leaving me
no more a happy clown.
It sets me straight
as an arrow.
I aim for the sun
and within my guilt
I come un...
Wednesday 3rd October 2018 7:37 pm
Static
Double eights,
wait for fate,
an epiphany, a vision,
add, take away,
keep the faith,
lose the hope,
the rope.
White noise, white space,
static grey my brain
only myself to blame.
Guilt bleeds to shame,
rage stains red, pain blue,
black rain drizzles
puddles muddied.
Colours run to one,
the rainbow never ends
like the merry go round
inside my brain,
an oncoming t...
Saturday 29th September 2018 9:59 am
Tip Tap
I think about your shoes
and how they sound
against the grey
and the tip tap
of the melody
takes me away.
I think about your shoes
the rhythm to and thro
the way you come
to then just go
and how that absence
leaves me so cold
separate silenced alone.
I think about the snow
and how you told me once
it ruins your soles
and how that feeling
did ache in my bones.
©JM.Cole
Friday 28th September 2018 9:03 pm
Ayay
I die inside each lonely night
I take drugs to get high
never have I
take so I don't fly
I can't I can't
ay ay
pie in the sky
fuck it why try
I can't get by
I never sleep
hurts to move
hurts to lose
nothing really exists
all the walls are melting
back inside my mind
I don't think
I can make it out
so many times
I asked for help
got nothing
everything broke
so I help myself
...
Monday 24th September 2018 9:03 pm
Fickle
I eat the fire I burn inside
it's my desire my funeral pyre
I see the light I am the night
I live in a capsule of time
inside my mind diamond bright
a fire flaming an ocean raging
caged in mayhem
a foggy haze cloudy grey
my brain decays a maze
of broken fractured
pathways
fickle is my being
but I'm not too blind
to see it
so I don't mind it
though sometimes
I despise it
what can o...
Sunday 23rd September 2018 12:45 am
For My Sisters And Brothers Of Colour
I know I have no right to stand here
and attempt to speak for my sisters
and brothers of colour.
I stand here in awe to applaud
their strength and their courage,
their patience in the face of
relentless abuse.
As a child I was picked on,
excluded, abused;
I was ginger with freckles.
But now I am grown,
I doubt I’ve been ever
turned down for a job
or a h...
Tuesday 29th May 2018 2:02 pm
Real Life
She lies awake at night,
eyes wired,
frantically reading
anything, anything,
to not think about it,
to patch up the cracks,
sew up the seams,
stuff the holes with cushions
made of trash TV and Facebook,
while the mould seeps
down the bedroom wall,
letters lie ignored
re: default sum unpaid,
again.
So sick, sick
of hospital appointments,
waiting in ...
Thursday 24th May 2018 6:03 pm
Common Ground
https://youtu.be/4wsNbaVtA9o
Common Ground
All religions can be used or misused,
misconstrued or abused.
All religions may have their mystics,
moral believers, payers of lip service
and fundamentalist terrorists.
Interpretations are as varied as humanity.
Dogma is not exclusive to religion.
Even skeptics, atheists and scientists
are not immune. It’s a human frailty,
a vulnerabilit...
Wednesday 23rd May 2018 12:32 pm
What Makes A Woman
No !
I am not a “thick badie”
And I am definitely not a snack for you to eat me
Also I am not your “average skinny bitch”
But I will tell, no, educate you on what I am really made of:
I am made of flesh, bones, nerves, muscle, blood, cells, hairs
And all of these things cannot be measured in terms of your huge unrealistic metaphors and excuses
I am blessed ...
Sunday 15th October 2017 6:49 am
PaperMate (explicit)
I am my own best friend,
me and my burning pen.
Together alone
through everything
we have been,
my papermate and I
find myself, I lose my way,
I lose myself, I find my way,
I come back around again
then square I go,
alone.
Cut the nose, spite the face,
I got pride, I got space,
not a number, not a mistake.
Slave never
a sheep black as me
so black I am the light,
...
Thursday 24th August 2017 10:47 am
Rust
Lost in the summer haze
still filtering out those greys,
still absent in waste,
vacant in change
rearranging my stain
an inherent pain
displaced
the colour
drips,
drips,
drips.
My bones leak into my soul,
the mud absorbs everything
but the flow
and the black fog
still follows me home.
The desert can be bleak
especially when the colour
constantly leaks
and the sa...
Monday 19th June 2017 3:00 pm
Crescent Moon
I live on the dark side
of the moon
in the crescent blue.
I live my life in reverse,
hamster on the wheel.
Time passes still.
An absurd
monomaniacal obsession
leaves me stranded
every time,
lost in an ocean abyss
sinking in my sinking ship,
sick at heart, sick of mind,
sick of time
passes still
on the dark side
of the crescent moon
I bloom in blue
just f...
Tuesday 20th December 2016 1:12 pm
3 Write
3Write is a new free monthly writing event at the heart of the local community in Ashton-under-Lyne. It takes place every first Saturday at Ashton Library starting at Noon on Saturday 5th March, and is open to people of all ages and abilities.
The premise is 3 themes per session, and 3 styles of writing per session. We then 3Write. With the growing spoken word scene in Tameside (with big p...
Monday 29th February 2016 4:59 pm
12/12/12
I wasn't dead,
just never alive
Turner Prize
gold medal
all for a dive.
A dyspraxic in a speedboat
as I struggled to swim
in shark infested waters
but I won't let them win.
The rewards of success
for creating a mess
an unmade bed
for an economy's left.
People can study
and some even praise
others are starstruck
...Wednesday 12th December 2012 3:02 am
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