New Poem

Sometimes I just don’t know

what to do or what to say

I still have my faith,

but it’s sometimes hard

For me to face some days

There’s an old song that talks about

Not knowing which way to pray,

Oh, I’ve been there, 

but I’ve got to believe

That God knows my heart

and knows my prayers,

even the things

I can’t quite articulate

By: J.N.R Dutton

 

 

 

In Memory of Naioka Gray (Part 2)

I always thought you had the strength

of a thousand warriors inside you

but even so it seems your pain

Finally became too much for you

If I could talk to you now

I’d tell you this, because it’s true

Since you’re gone it’s like

a part of me has died too 

In my heart there will always be

A sacred place for you

By: J.N.R Dutton

 

 

 

 

 

 

Untitled New Poem

There may be ravenous “werewolves”

and “vampires” around

People who’ll try to take the dreams

you’ve built and tear them down

Never let the beasts beat you

or break your heart

Most of all never apologize

for being true to who you are

By: J.N.R Dutton

 

I did something a bit different, I took a word I heard today and wrote a spontaneous poem around it. May do it again in the future.

Music Therapy (Poetry)

I’ll tell you something that really helps me

Music as therapy,

I love how music can soothe the soul

When you’re feeling down & empty

It can really fill the hole

Whatever you’re dealing with,

just take your music off the shelf

It can say things for you

when you can’t express them yourself

By:J.N.R Dutton

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gypsy (The Music Man)

Seems like he’s spent

most of his life on the highway

He’s part poet, part modern day gypsy

He was born to roam

he couldn’t even tell you

the last time he was home

He’s got people that love him,

people that miss him

It’s not always easy,

sometimes it’s straight up lonely

but every night he hits the stage

playing his songs

it sends a thrill through him

when he hears people sing along

In his life he’s traveled thousands of miles

If his music really touches a soul once in a while

that to him is what makes it all worthwhile

By: J.N.R Dutton