The Silent Men

[Anonymous 12]

When I was a boy
the silent men would scare me
the hard men who would sit
and say little if anything at all
nursing beers and 3 day growth
the silent men had little time
for the bulls~~~ of others

I never knew what the silent men thought
I would nervously catch glances here and there
so was the power of their silence
The silent men seemed to carry the weight
a heavy burden, as if this weight was
what stopped them from speaking
The silent men seldom laughed and never cried

As I grew older I started to realize
conversations and noises would hem me in
the dramas of others would close me down
and soon I stopped looking into the windows
no longer wanting to be a part of what they had
and I looked outward and I felt calmness
and I seldom laughed and I never cried

For I had joined the silent men.

[BoarParticipant]

Excellent post. Those men realized that words were tools that could be worn out from overuse.

Untamed wrote: Quit complaining and Go Your Own Way in whatever manner suits you best.

[Knarley BobParticipant 2219]

They say calm waters run deep.
I like your post, makes one think.

OATHKEEPERS, not on our watch. MOLON LABE

[RomulusParticipant 4667]

Anonymous wrote:

As I grew older I started to realize
conversations and noises would hem me in
the dramas of others would close me down
and soon I stopped looking into the windows
no longer wanting to be a part of what they had

.

Very nice Morlock, wonderfully thought provoking.

I too learned to stop looking in windows, and to stop wanting what other had, chasing it simply because I saw others wanting it.

And that’s when I started to gain my self.

How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly normal human being.

[Anonymous 12]

Thanks guys, I wrote this a few years back and kept meaning to post it here.

[Anonymous 42]

Nice!

[AwakenedParticipant 35202]

No Need to Talk to People That are Deaf to the Meaning of Your Words.

In a World of Justin Beibers Be a Johnny Cash

[Branched offParticipant 10935]

Well done Morlock.

Our silence says so many things.

It didn’t have to be that way … but it is what it is.

A woman is like fire -fun to play with, can warm you through and cook your food, needs constant feeding, can burn you and consume all you own

[CuckSniperParticipant 449]

Better to be silent than a pussy begging cuck.

[ChristopherParticipant 2478]

That’s good.

Feminism was funded by bankers/politicians to create more taxpayers. MGTOW IS FREEDOM https://archive.org/details/mgtowisfreedomblurayready

[experiencedParticipant]

Anonymous wrote:

Thanks guys, I wrote this a few years back and kept meaning to post it here.

That was fantastic.
If you’ve got any more, please don’t hesitate to post!

"It seems like there's times a body gets struck down so low, there ain't a power on earth that can ever bring him up again. Seems like something inside dies so he don't even want to get up again. But he does."

[Anonymous 1]

This was some deep poetry. I used to always admire the Silent Men. They were like proud Mountains in a sea of writhing chaos. There was no storm they could not weather.

Now I too am a Silent Man.

[743 roadmasterParticipant]

excellent prose.

mgtow is its own worst enemy- https://www.campusreform.org/

[harpo-my-“SON”Participant 2410]

Love this, it reminds me of this Robert Service poem.

THE MEN THAT DON’T FIT IN

There’s a race of men that don’t fit in,
A race that can’t stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and they rove the flood,
And they climb the mountain’s crest;
Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,
And they don’t know how to rest.

If they just went straight they might go far;
They are strong and brave and true;
But they’re always tired of the things that are,
And they want the strange and new.
They say: “Could I find my proper groove,
What a deep mark I would make!”
So they chop and change, and each fresh move
Is only a fresh mistake.

And each forgets, as he strips and runs
With a brilliant, fitful pace,
It’s the steady, quiet, plodding ones
Who win in the lifelong race.
And each forgets that his youth has fled,
Forgets that his prime is past,
Till he stands one day, with a hope that’s dead,
In the glare of the truth at last.

He has failed, he has failed; he has missed his chance;
He has just done things by half.
Life’s been a jolly good joke on him,
And now is the time to laugh.
Ha, ha! He is one of the Legion Lost;
He was never meant to win;
He’s a rolling stone, and it’s bred in the bone;
He’s a man who won’t fit in.

Robert Service – 1874 – 1958

I was bound to be misunderstood, and I laugh at those who misunderstand me. Kind mockery at the well intentioned, but unfettered cruelty towards those would be prison guards of my creative possibilities. This so as to learn as much from misunderstanding as from understanding. Taking pleasure in worthy opponents and making language fluid and flowing like a river yet pointed and precise as a dagger. Contradicts the socialistic purpose of language and makes for a wonderful linguistic dance, A verbal martial art with constant parries that hone the weapon that is the two edged sword of my mouth.

[The Black ScorpionParticipant 2146]

Those who know – do not talk,

Those who talk – do not know.

– Unknown

The greatest tragedy in life is to spend your whole life fishing only to discover that it was not fish you were after. - Henry David Thoreau

[Anonymous 12]

experienced wrote:

Morlock wrote:

Thanks guys, I wrote this a few years back and kept meaning to post it here.

That was fantastic.
If you’ve got any more, please don’t hesitate to post!

Thanks! I will look through my writing and see what else might appeal.

Anonymous wrote:

This was some deep poetry. I used to always admire the Silent Men. They were like proud Mountains in a sea of writhing chaos. There was no storm they could not weather.

Now I too am a Silent Man.

Thanks. There is a lot of strength and resilience in being silent rather than being a noisemaker I think. That is the way men were once, now however the push is for everyone to be a noisemaker.

harpo-my-“SON” wrote:

Love this, it reminds me of this Robert Service poem.

THE MEN THAT DON’T FIT IN

There’s a race of men that don’t fit in,
A race that can’t stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and they rove the flood,
And they climb the mountain’s crest;
Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,
And they don’t know how to rest.

If they just went straight they might go far;
They are strong and brave and true;
But they’re always tired of the things that are,
And they want the strange and new.
They say: “Could I find my proper groove,
What a deep mark I would make!”
So they chop and change, and each fresh move
Is only a fresh mistake.

And each forgets, as he strips and runs
With a brilliant, fitful pace,
It’s the steady, quiet, plodding ones
Who win in the lifelong race.
And each forgets that his youth has fled,
Forgets that his prime is past,
Till he stands one day, with a hope that’s dead,
In the glare of the truth at last.

He has failed, he has failed; he has missed his chance;
He has just done things by half.
Life’s been a jolly good joke on him,
And now is the time to laugh.
Ha, ha! He is one of the Legion Lost;
He was never meant to win;
He’s a rolling stone, and it’s bred in the bone;
He’s a man who won’t fit in.

Robert Service – 1874 – 1958

Love that poem, will look up more of his work.

Thanks for all your kind comments guys!

[HammerheadParticipant 362]

DAMN, that was downright poetry.

I rarely sign in any more, but I just had to add my voice to the others who appreciated your posting.

[HermitParticipant]

Awakened wrote:

No Need to Talk to People That are Deaf to the Meaning of Your Words.

No s~~~ and that applies to most idiots these days. All they want to do is talk and don’t give a damn what you have to say. No one listens anymore. How can you learn anything if you don’t listen?

Some of the smartest people I have ever known are people who listen more than they speak.

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[Anonymous 3]

The Black Scorpion wrote:

Those who know – do not talk,

Those who talk – do not know.

– Unknown

Not quite unknown, its from the Tao Te Ching.

Those who know do not talk
And talkers do not know.
Stop your senses,
Close the doors;
Let sharp things be blunted,
Tangles resolved,
The light tempered
And turmoil subdued;
For this is mystic unity
In which the Wise Man is moved
Neither by affection
Nor yet by estrangement
Or profit or loss
Or honor or shame.
Accordingly, by all the world,
He is held highest.

[Anonymous 12]

Thanks again.

Hammerhead – Happy it made you sign in!

Hermit – Yeah I agree. Ever tried telling someone your problem or even at work talking to the boss? May as well talk to a brick wall. Everyone knows better.

Clu -thanks for that. It is a great quote.

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