The quiet men
• Written by pompelmo
Thank you all you men out there.
The quiet ones. Yeah.
End of the violence yeah.
Now it's been Ten years back in the midwest
I lost the feeling I knew out west
the mother I had known
The ones I had to let go
Ten of the women I felt I knew best
of the young ones that were from the long list
none of them knew their own story
of the lost love and their own glory
Upon my return to the middle state
I remembered the feeling I learned to hate
There is less sincerity less clarity
in irony and less charity
There's nothing short of survival
when you come back to the land of revival
More clarity sure, yeah, I get that,
less violently, yeah, I give back.
I mean I had a son, a mean one
I became a mean father, a partner
a survivor, an artist, a maker,
a business owner, a painter
The last time I thought I would say any of that
I sold a painting at a frat house
I told the lady at a liquor store next door
that the painting could have sold for a lot more
and so I quit it all
the drinking, the working, the fighting
the law and order of the householder.
I let it ride, yeah
I let it go
Up to the sky, yeah
what I had known
I let it ride, yeah
I let it go
Up to the sky, yeah
what I had known
...(to be continued)
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pompelmo
Member since March 4 2019