Taming of the Raw

Most everyone falls in love with raw and beautiful whether it be a raspy woman or haunted forest. We free fall because they're untamed and indifferent. Bathed in shades of Vincent Green or Pablo blue. The sable nature of a man is to tame wild things the very things that made them unique and free. We are greedy-want it all for ourselves -all the goodies above and beneath...of course without fully committing. We poke endless holes in the soil of the evergreen psyche glean oil from the skin of earth-gems from pristine eyes we trample the wild petal 'till it finally withers and dies. The tighter we squeeze freedom, the more freedom flees Mother bear devours the roughneck and explorer the womans heart becomes calloused and fleeting her heart bleeding out the blues and the greens like a fiery midnight aurora.