Blind Color

Tempted, be the endeavors of a heart once wounded And pained, be that of a lover once scorned Always wickedest in motion And how such pours out of its power Like the deaf of honest reminiscent And agent of one's familiar Those of truth melt into scorned hearts And down amid a sea of discontentment Aware, beaming with bland security And how its tips reek of tears once shed Lesson: shed no more And be deep -- shallow and hollow within timid waters Listen and breathe the hate of thy music And understand the art of words All so "however" in these days to share And it lets the blind poetry swim through Levels of what was once seen And indiscretions of what was once said