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WHITE OUT. -Male Version-by- Matthew F. Blowers III
White out!
In a white box on my white sheets,
where my ivory skin gleams pale,
as the white blinds reflect bright beams,
I sip white tea as thoughts rise
to white ceilings where they bounce back
onto white sheets penned in gray,
penciled stencils of reflections,
captured on a snowy noon
Is God sitting somewhere upstairs,
in a white realm larger still,
comptemplating earth's great darkness,
where whiter souls must exist,
writing poems with huge white letters,
dot to dot across the skies,
each a soul who's gone to join him,
far above where lovers kiss
In a white room somewhere I'll lay,
on white porcelain to drain,
all life's forces from my pale flesh,
bright red washed clean, flushed away
under white stone they will lay me,
in a box lined satin white,
much like where I now am laying,
only smaller, this my fate
I should gather multi-colored,
gallon cans of latex paint,
splatter them across the starkness,
of this whiteness, set it free
life's too short to fill with blankness,
clouds aren't lovely without blues,
Folks are bland without their colors,
see the beauty, share thier dreams
skip the white, there's other views
add some pigment, let it loose
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By Art~Whimsically YoursWhite out!
In a white box on my white sheets,
where my ivory skin gleams pale,
as the white blinds reflect bright beams,
I sip white tea as thoughts rise
to white ceilings where they bounce back
onto white sheets penned in gray,
penciled stencils of reflections,
captured on a snowy noon
Is God sitting somewhere upstairs,
in a white realm larger still,
comptemplating earth's great darkness,
where whiter souls must exist,
writing poems with huge white letters,
dot to dot across the skies,
each a soul who's gone to join him,
far above where lovers kiss
In a white room somewhere I'll lay,
on white porcelain to drain,
all life's forces from my pale flesh,
bright red washed clean, flushed away
under white stone they will lay me,
in a box lined satin white,
much like where I now am laying,
only smaller, this my fate
I should gather multi-colored,
gallon cans of latex paint,
splatter them across the starkness,
of this whiteness, set it free
life's too short to fill with blankness,
clouds aren't lovely without blues,
Folks are bland without their colors,
see the beauty, share thier dreams
skip the white, there's other views
add some pigment, let it loose