the calling for a magic brush
hollow ground is making a brooming sound
you can feel the eve droping
like rosemary leafs through brain dead clouds
while the brightest stars are peaking
with their idle heads above the crowd
this hollow ground is eating me
as we do not argue out loud
so this little sketch is a shout
into the house of the boss
please give us enough wet paint
to color the sound of this empty block
in the sense that you will always
trust eachother with your heart
that you shall never be affraid
when the colors start wearing off
and that those rosemary leafs
will reach the ground safely
every night
every eve
always
sleeping like a baby
without deactivating the brain
or making life to harsh
that every tip of the brush
will be a turning point
to give us the power
to turn sickening hate
into comprehensible love
ame ame
re:
Foomzilla Toho - Keep on it
I've got the MAGIC BRUSH everything I write turns to poems
Bluebaboon - Great poem!
This is incredible writing....wow!
thanks, it is based on a dream i once had