A Poet's Palette lyrics

Upon the canvas blank

Touched by a supple brush

Every word a colour

Purposely painted

Extension of emotions

That are a composition

A portrait painted in print

Phrases left blending

To create hues of wonder

Without meter, or restriction

Unrestrained by men

Who enforce themselves

Blinded by their egos

Amid labels touching id

To predify another's words

A composition's wonder

That translated treachery

Overshadowed by self

Ill equipped for sentiment

For feelings of expression

Unable to comprehend so

Empathy's mixture dear

With experience's vision

Make for a force courageous

Hence too n'er been realized

By sedintary souls unlived

Not to see the sun rise or set

And days plod by unnoted

The profound is bottomless

The shallow may be understood

Like the dot-like matrix employed

Impressionism is the milieu

The conveyance of poetry

That supersedes conversation

Touching the heart, the soul

The lexicon of a grand rainbow