Paper Dolls

We stick any crisis on them,

Those paper dolls

Stare from newsstand

In bright lime and pink.

 

We stick new style

A new wedding of birth,

On these paper people,

In a bought world.

 

They live in a paper world

Or a horror house of mirrors

Of distortion

Of divorce

And those private disasters.

 

So let’s keep our soul private

And stay in 3D

Don’t become a reflection

A digital being.

 

We make ourselves

Into paper dolls

Stick on new hair

A new colour

A new us.

 

We stick an emotion,

For our public

Half glad they’re whispering

About our perceived life

On the screen

We’re all smiling

Even when were tired

And ordinary.

 

So be normal

Don’t smile all day

Have a 3d soul

Don’t be a paper doll.

 

 

 

The Bloody Valentine

 

You said we were like

Romeo and Juliet

But you could never read

A book until the bitter end.

 

Our hearts beat fast

Our appetites went

We stayed up all night

Like kids in love

Or on class a drugs.

 

And then the obsession crept

And the control

We forgot that we must both

Fight for our world alone.

 

So we became one

And that slowly killed us

Until we became lustful mush

Lines became blurred,

Our life a soap opera for two.

 

But someone should live

They should live their book of life

Until the bitter end

So you took the poison

But I decided to live.

Diamonds

We make electric glitter

To pierce through the dark.

Lights cling to buildings and trees

And the New Year violently comes.

 

Crashing after midnight

With rain from vengeful gods

Attacking our lights

Our homes

And way of life.

 

 

Last year we didn’t get diamonds

Or what our effort deserved

Our dreams turned to dust

Now England drowns

And shows us every shade of black.

 

Let’s make our own diamonds,

Make glitter from nothing

Have or souls pierce through the dark days

And rise above our crimes

And find new ways.

 

The diamonds will never come back to our bones

Unless we will them there

And look for the light in the storms.

 

Don't trun on the Lights

We wrestle with darkness.

And fight the winter

With gaudy lights

And glittery trinkets.

But we always remember our demons.

 

We remember the day

We lost those diamonds

In our bones

When Christmas lights mingled

With a funeral

So many of the old

Leave us at Christmas

So many sick and young

Pass in the dark days.

 

 So we carry on

Struggle to buy gifts

Memories of innocence

Before our beloved left us

And we took them for granted.

 

If we never turned on the lights

And embraced the darkness

Spring would still come

We would still heal

We would be reborn

And make our own diamonds.  

Finding a new Grace

Summer smog disappeared from my mind,

And winter made me think,

The world went to blue, black

And grey.

 

The shock came suddenly

I was just me

Alone, no beautiful people

No tribe.

 

Then spring came in winter

The clouds chased each other

Like my mind

After the next high.

 

Turbulence made the still

I realised the bright blue sky

Myself and a storm

Were happiness.

 

So let me sing about experience

Let me find an earnt grace

The song will be as sweet

As the toxic tune of false happiness.

 

Black Friday

The weather is violent.

Like the bargain hunting

So let’s stay inside

Make Black Friday our own

And examine sadness

In our souls.

 

Don’t compete over screens

Or post shinny goods

But look for the diamonds

That were in your bones.

 

Write poetry

And think

Read dusty books

Full of wisdom

From the old worlds

And utter dark prayers.

 

So make Black Friday

A day on your own,

Make friends with your true self

And forget all you bought.

Love all you are.

 

 

 

Chemical Babylon

I hardly moved

Out of my hometown

And I found Chemical Babylon

I found true love,

With no one in particular

No work involved

Just swallowed a pill

For every ill

In my soul.

 

And that muddy field

In the cold

Could have found California.

I took a selfie

Of a perfect moment

With a stranger.

 

One day it all meant

Nothing

My spite and ambition.

The negativity went

On a Saturday night

Then came back

Like a monster on Wednesday.

 

And all the soldiers of pleasure fell

They went from beautiful to sad

They only found true love in a pill

Then found themselves in pits.

 

They turned form my heroes

To victims

And then I found a life

My songs were all of experience not innocence

Chemical Babylon fell.