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The White Room

Your Host, Our Most Gracious, Extends Greetings and Elations, The Honor of Your Presence is Requested By Acceptance of This Invitation

By D A KrossPublished 3 years ago 3 min read
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Only Personal Gifts Accepted

Welcome to the White Room

If anything is needed

I am here to assist you

May comfort and happiness

prevail without issue

Before the Host arrives

your room needs making

His resources are yours

for such undertaking

A gift from the Host

these white walls

yours to paint

yours to define

While creating your masterpiece

will you stay inside the lines?

Give every space reason

unique point of view

each corner purposeful

perpetually you

Will you take care of business

or build a humble home?

You must decide

it truly is all your own

Invite your friends

plan a party

breed a clan

create a commotion

Our Host will understand

Prepare a gift

for our generous Host

keep it personal

authentic uttermost

Gift suggestions can include offers of

love

hate

fear

or

personal addiction

All gifts acknowledged

no matter

blessing or affliction

Foster resilience

while the Host

gathers clues

to see what

you have created

What you hold

to be true

Some sage advice

comes with this role

I’ve gladly chosen

as I catch men and mice

holding tightly to

my safety net

We all stumble

often fall

through thin ice

we’ve all paid

heavy a price

Some made it through the funnel

Some pushed too hard and fell

Some sold their room to others

Some dragged their

white room through hell

Bottom lines finish stories

Build your ground floor well

No others to burden

with your distorted view

Moments last forever

when taken from you

Keep it inside

until you realize

what Truth is laid

Only slay dragons

that deserve

your sharpest blade

Listen to your gut

a personal guru

with great instincts

and powerful

point of view

Above all else

with need

mark time

without wasting

too much of mine

Keep the goal in sight

The odds will

seek to favor you

You've got this now

reveal your best hue

Brace yourself

now is time for a

Color Review:

  • vision obscured
  • distorted holographs rule
  • unfavorable faux artistry slur
  • ego-stroked fluorescent colors
  • wicked spin doctors concur

Your slick ride is embellished

with discolored wheels

Unimpressed

Am I

my dear friend

by this mock reveal

Is that the color of envy?

where once was pure white

Duped by color blindness

your prejudice is ultra-bright

You room needs attention

and you appear slightly faint

The Host remains optimistic

your true colors

yet to paint

Your room got an upgrade

your blush boasts a smile

Your color scheme convinced others

to stay for a while

Every nook is filled

Your crannies have wow

You’ve covered all the angles

You’re in control now

The Host will sort it all out

the who

the what

the how

Your room is overflowing

with possessions

great and small

You’ve filled it to the brim

You have

the every

the all

Oops, Don’t look now!

The ground floor’s crumbling

Quick grab tight

every loved one

every youngling

Your color theory

cracked these walls

No worries

It's nothing

you can’t manage

Ask the Host for help

He’s often receptive

to the disadvantaged

At last!

Reason is my favorite hue

These walls reveal

a refreshing shade of you

Before I leave

before I go

there is truth

for you to know

I safeguard our relics

Time worn

well preserved

by

essence of ole

When true colors

are revealed

your light shines

technicolor gold

Never cast a shadow

while drowning in doubt

Bow to intuition

Destiny en route

The Host should enjoy

our colorful venue

Make ready your gift

an original

created by

the duality of you

Enjoy what you have

treasure what we’ve built

The Host only knows

when it will all go off tilt

No need to review

We are doing fine

One final painter's tip –

Ignore the lines

surreal poetry
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About the Creator

D A Kross

Not uptight

Not out of sight

Not crazed

Not yet ablaze

Not ready to call it fun

Not even close to done

Poet of Life & Visionary Fiction

My sweet spot is a symphony of the written word.

Nirvana dwells within each interpretation. - DAK

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