A man’s heart away from Nature
\nfrom the cycle of events
\ngrows hard the reason being
\nhe is forever tense
\nhis eyes and ears
\nsee concrete. glass
\nand plastic everywhere
\na deadening sensation
\ncreating a despair<\/p>\n
he is doused in chemicials
\nthat saturate his soul
\nsmother his vibration
\nand simply do control
\neverything about him
\nis further from the earth
\nsynthetic clothing covers him
\nand the journey from his birth<\/p>\n
is stressful and laborious
\nhis rivers clogged with fat
\nhis place of work a treadmill
\nhe knows not where he’s at
\nsurrounded by the faceless others
\nmorning noon and night
\na man’s heart away from Nature
\nhas nothing to impart<\/p>\n
A man’s heart needs a women
\nby his side to coax him through
\nto walk with him and comfort him
\nits what the women do
\nto guide him through the forests
\nto share the morning air
\nto hold him in a soft embrace
\nand to tell him that they care<\/p>\n
a man’s heart can be broken
\nfor its brittleness is sure
\nbut not having a women in his life
\nsomeone he can adore
\nwill shorten his existence
\nand make him hard as nails
\na women has the art and skill
\nto keep him on the rails
\nto guide him to a better place
\nsomewhere green and free
\nfrom what is synthetic nonsense
\nto a place where he should be<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
A man’s heart away from Nature from the cycle of events grows hard the reason being he is forever tense his eyes and ears see concrete. glass and plastic everywhere a deadening sensation creating a despair he is doused in … Continue reading