Taming of the Raw
Most everyone falls in love with the raw and beautiful.
Whether it be a raspy woman or an evergreen 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
Of course, without properly and 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 woman's heart becomes calloused and fleeting.
Her heart bleeds out the blues and the greens.
Like a firefly in peril or a fiery midnight aurora.
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