In My Bags of Magic Beans
Magic Beans come in all sorts of colours and favors,
Some are sour,
some are sweet,
some are the ones you do not eat,
In my bag of magic beans,
Drip your hand in,
see what color you discover,
The colour red,
Will embed thoughts like thread to a sewing machine,
And sometimes instead bring back memories of the dead.
Then green this bean can make you envy appear obscene,
unclean.
This blue bean will help you find your field of view,
which would make you tried and true,
Here if your lucky to get a yellow,
You will appear in fields of blooming daisys of yellow,
where you will meet and say hello to a old fellow,
to bellow in the mellows of yellow,
If your hand drips in deep,
you might just get pink,
Pink will have a affect that will make your lips - sync with another will help you discover your missing other,
Black is a darkness bean,
it can bring on flash backs of your pass,
can make you have an anxiety attack,
will make you wanna fight back all because this bean is black,
This bean is brown,
some might say this bean has the power to break you down,
make you frown,
You be very pleased with the bean of white,
This bean will make you polite,
bring to you, you're guiding light,
even give you second sight,
in its sweetness light,
The transparent bean,
Can make you feel absent like your soul is souring in the sky,
Last we have purple,
This bean can be found to be hurtful,
For it very verbal, for it can affect your internal surface purpose,
for you stand in this universe.
For the magic bean contest held by Linda
written by Davina Browne
25 / 01 / 15
Copyright © Davina Browne | Year Posted 2015
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