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I look around and all I see is emptiness.
Surrounded by souls but my mate is nowhere in sight.
I search deep into my thoughts in an alternate world of colors.
There is where you reside, along with the voices in the back of my mind.
I find you sitting on the edge of the lustful cliff, next to the fountain of love.
The zephyr striking your hair strands as the multicolored sun runs a radiant gloss over its floating self.
There I stand, leaning against the tree of reasoning.
Admiring your beauty and wondering if what I see is mirage.
To walk towards you, or to admire you from afar?
An unanswered question that hypnotizes me into the emotion known as infatuation.
How strange to detach in an already detached world.
Transcending into through my thoughts trying to find myself,
But instead I find you.
Are you an answer or are you a threat?
A perilous journey that drives me to a dead end.
A high voltage fence lies ahead, I frantically turn around only to find u standing behind.
Speechless with wide opened eyes I stare blankly at the figure in front of me.
What I was seeking has found me.
I standing in between Death and the truth.
To run away, or to face my fate?
So many questions yelling inside of my head trying to escape,
But not a single word is said.
Sitting on a park bench I get a grip of reality. Awakened by the pouring rain that washed away my wild thoughts.
Observing everything with virgin eyes.
Exploring every visible thing till I manage to go back to the state I was,
before I was assaulted by the thought of you.

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Hide the Details



Everybody got a Hollywood life story
to tell
More meat on the bone
give juicier bites 
to sell
Nobody ever turns in a tarnished silver screenplay
Those warts and mistakes
get Photoshop casting couch edited away
Baby Jane rude attitude don’t make the cut
Knife in the back ...
unfriend me Alan Ladd attacks
are given no alimony Alamo 
Jim Bowie trailer publicity gossip scuttlebutt
Flash only the best Angelina smile
when the Alfie Hitchcock cameras roll
Oscar-winning performance style,
looking thru a tinted Vertigo window
Got sexy Brad Pitt eyes that Brando glow
But kissable Bacall lips 
don’t tell all that they Marlon know
Oh, Lauren say it ain't so!
Que sera sera, Que sera sera
Lovely Doris Day
Pretty Woman 
Viva Las Vegas Jolie ... 

Change the character plot
in the middle of the Elvis Presley movie
Hide the dirty Snow White details ... 
only let ‘em hear
34th Street Miracle Rosebud sleigh bells
Acting real Harry Belafonte, being so Lena Horne ...
still won’t hide the Carmen Jones stormy weather truth
A Dorothy Dandrige Star ~ West Side Story Born
got Judy Garland ways, so Phillip Marlowe super sleuth
Trading Places tabloid box office ticket trails,
peddling access to the premiere party
Hide the scandal, gloss over the gross details
A-list companions: Graceful Gene Kelly
and cool Spike Lee
smoozing with sexy starlet Hallie Berry
Gotta goody, goody
red carpet market the film
Indie producers never like to go out 
on a self-credit bad rep limb
Glida guile strongly Hayworth suggest
to script hide any weak supporting details
Best director auto bios Deja Vu invest, 
be bumping a dapper Denzel angle to sell
Color Purple ugly costumes 
duly love to makeup a nice,
Cinderella low-budget 
Fairytale projector spin
Hiding the unsavory plumes ... 
Fatal Attraction detail price 
be the Ruby Dee nugget 
Lords of Illusion reel end

Some Bette Davis souls wear Three Faces of Eve,
you never know which one they got on
Today, a different Margo personality 
said the other hidden faces got the details wrong
Plenty Hollywood stars fell from the sky,
and a few Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest
Keeping their McMurphy’s Law stumbles secret, 
they never Nurse Ratched tell you why
Hide the details in a Errol Flynn pirate treasure chest,
say Humphrey Bogart told you not to tell no one else
Or there might be Mutiny on the Bounty,
so make sure you keep it real close to the vest
The more they don’t know about Marty,
the Strawberry Blonde risk gets critiqued less
Write down to The Last Detail, 
keep it Buddusky hidden well
With every frail Marilyn misled Monroe fail,
there’s always another shape-shifting story on sale
Those hip Jayne lips never gonna Mansfield reveal
Some like the details Tony Curtis hot ...
but It Takes A Thief to keep it hidden well
Because everybody 
got a Hollywood blockbuster life story to sell

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Sweet alternative

If you hedonistically entail to wage a war
If you are possessed by the longing to eradicate
If you fathom the nitty-gritty of the havoc
If you need to endorse your prerogatives in life

Leave free reign to your rational mind
Pull out of this inequitable,rotten,imbecile game
Ditch and this greed for pogrom gloss over
Thwart your apex for evil and hatred tame

Morph into something humane and peace prop up
Vent your indignation on war trivialities
Elect to live off the grid and continue to fly
Then without beating about the bush poverty target

Let wisdom sink into your depraved,wicked soul
Designate your catbird seat among peace devotees.

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Colour Chart

Try to numb it down, dumb it down
Gloss over it and paint it with a smile
Rose-tinted gloss paint
With a hint of insincerity
Somewhere between Violet Desolation
And Optimistic Yellow Glow
I paint my own colour chart
Backwards from the finish to the start.
Hopeless, helpless? Then Passive Blue
Is just the right one for you;
Lost and confused best suits Muddy Brown
If you don't know if you're up or down
But when it gets too much, I find
It's easier to be colour-blind.

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Lunchroom Tears

She removes her hands from her face
to reveal harlequin  tears
strolling down salt colored cheeks
that glare with a thin layer of blush.
Green eyes gloss over
and pour out in public.

Her boyfriend carries on.
He laughs and he plays,
while she sits next,
while her entirety bleeds
out in salt water ectoplasm.

She runs her hands
through firey red and orange dyed hair.

Her eyes dry;
take a look inside
and one can see her hurt.
She hurts, she hurts, she hurts.

If the eyes are windows,
I can look through
and see a monster.

It jumps from organ to organ.
The monster climbs ontop,
punches, digs its long, yellow nails
into each.

We've all suffered that monster.
It's a distilled sickness
that wears a cloak of paranoia,
rests it over one's shoulders
to watch them squirm.

A common ailment
we have all experienced, or will.
I have,
You have,
The potbellied harlot on Main St.
The teachers,
The Cubans,
The old Russians.

Fret not,
For with the expulsion
of this lunatic demon
Comes life,
Comes wisdom,
Comes strength,
Comes a new appreciation.

So raise your chin, young cherub,
look up child, young, fragile darling.
Your day looms anxiously
as it waits to blanket you.

One day, you will meet the King Of Men.
He will shine bright in your teary eyes.

Think high, apple blossom.
Wade on through your tears;
allow yourself the chance to bloom.

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the slow strangling

on wednesday we’ll find out 
via Amnesty International,
just how many Palestinians have been
kept in Israeli prisons
without trial &
though the slow strangling of a people
will not cease,
light will be shed on the stark reality
of Palestine’s imprisoned---
yet as the US continues to
pump funds into its little arms box
in the middle east,
constantly increasing the aid it gives its little brother,
the mainstream media conglomerates acting on its behalf
will no doubt gloss over the issue if it is even mentioned at all
(doubtful), rather it will continue to 
point its holy finger at China, 
wanting them to release the prisoners still left from
the Tiananmen Square massacre
23 years ago.

the pot drills on 
screaming “black” at the kettle,
by beefing up the Israeli economy with the development of
new companies there & 
throwing scraps in aid to the
Palestinians, with mr. hope & change’s administration
insisting that not a cent be given to Gaza or spent on
road construction &
as turning a blind eye
to the relentless encroachment of settlements
eating up the few crumbs of land left to Palestine
is never a problem for the US,
the complete swallowing up of the nation seems to be
what is being planned.

regardless of the punchy punchy talk 
that Israel’s government continues to shout at Iran
(because it can),
the US will back whatever crazy ****
Mr. Netanyahu ends up doing,
helping the insane to go further beyond the pale,
strangling one people slowly,
while getting ready to start a war
which may be the one to end them all.

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Once More

I'm folding paper airplanes
I know will never fly,
Crumple them after
And I'm missing 
The basket every time,
I'd say I'm off center;
The earth isn't rotating
The way it should;
Something is off kilter,
She is gone,
Killed her heart
Driven to suicide,
Soul released
Like a flame put out,
But she took part of me
With her dying breath,
I'm a desert barren;
No rainy clouds
No breezy sun,
Just cold as death
Within me,
Where did she go?
Though I know the answer,
I'm neglecting it,
She'll never be back
And all I can do is reminisce,
Memories refresh,
Gloss over her pictures;
Cry at her laughter
I won't hear again;
Might as well give up
All my senses,
What use is it all
If I can't see her once more...

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Future tough

Nothing positive about the future to write 
The future seems shite 
That must be why
I only write about what has come pass
The good bit's I somehow gloss over the bad bit's 
Because I have short term memory loss
When it involves shame and blame
So what of the future ?
Ask me tomorrow 
And I will tell my pen to lie
If I don't like the outcome 
Ill just polish my paint's 
And get someone else to play me
Portray me
As a multiple gold winner
Thinner and Majestic 
Modeled in plastic 
Fantastic
Science fiction 
Like making predictions

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The Mask Itself is the

For the shadow of death comes closely after humankind
though no one ever saw the face behind the mask, humankind,
from the unclear expression and vague outline of the mask,
must visualize the expression of the face and realize 
the inner heart of the being behind the mask, 
in order for survival. The uneasiness, therefore, 
lies always with humankind

Not because humankind loves a peace, if a track is snapped off 
from an armored tank that rushes through with a deafening roar, 
the tank must stand still for a moment to gain time to repair it
or to rearrange its strategy to attack the foe. the uncertainty, 
therefore, lies always with humankind

For the peace is a limited one, when the tank, a vicious killer,
loses its function as a ruthless slaughterer and stands still,
the peace conspires for another fight yet to be ought 
though humankind is tired of war. The misery, therefore,
 lies always with humankind

For the mask stares with piercing eyes, though humankind 
dislikes the word 'nil' that brought in the world at the time 
of birth tightly in the fist like a faith, shows the smile 
to gloss over the heart. Nonetheless, the mask itself may be the death 
the agony, therefore, is the life of all humankind

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The Cranium and Premium of Injustice

Take society’s attitude
Towards indifference as given
Although women abhor gratitude
For societal foibles forgiven

In the face of the Christian faith
That burns within a woman’s soul
When Providence breath
Scores a salutary goal

In consonance with the motto
One cheek slapped, the other cheek slapped
In a pilgrimage grotto
Where 2Pac rapped

All eyes on me
As though a woman were leper
Society loved to hate with glee
Alongside a pauper with no caper

To boast of
In the sight of men
Who grudgingly brandish love
As an inducement to women

Treated with contempt
Used, oppressed, dumped
In a haughty attempt
To get machismo start-jumped

In the full bloom of the sickness and ugliness
That womanhood suffers
In huge doses of humiliation and sadness
With no compensatory offers

For remorse unfelt
Hair tousled and unkempt
Expectations raised and unmet
In an egregious event and attempt 

To gloss over injustices
Unleashed on the fairer gender
In equinoxes and solstices
That demand women’s surrender

Although the new millennium
Demands fairness
In the cranium and premium
For women’s unstinting happiness with boldness.

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Daydream

The scarred desk, littered
with the wrinkles of young,
melts into chocolate

canary
easter bunny
birdsong

My ear mutters
"Are you there"
not able to finish

my homework
grinding
pepper

she reduces herself to glossed lips - 
they gloss over everything

dull
turn on the light

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Yesterday's Dreams

I sometimes sit and wonder
If it was a dream in all its splendour
And I think back without dwelling
Do my eyes blink and tears are welling

For looking back for the good is worth a smile
And I want to gloss over my grey file
Don’t worry for it’s hard to remember
The pressure and reasons now are obscured in its render. 

© Paul Warren Poetry

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Xenoglossy

Weapon Not The Problem

Love Sorrow

To Gabriel

With You

Prisoner of the matrix loaded

Let's Pretend

Introspection

Hide the Details

Sweet alternative

Colour Chart

Lunchroom Tears

the slow strangling

Once More

Future tough

The Mask Itself is the

The Cranium and Premium of Injustice

Daydream

Yesterday's Dreams