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
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
I can’t stand to read tributes
on your Facebook page
Reminding me constantly you’re gone,
something I can’t change
I can only hope & pray
you’re in Loving angels’ embrace
You’re missed more than I can ever say
By: J.N.R Dutton
Real love is something
no money can buy
Hold to it fast,
it’s one thing that won’t lie
It doesn’t care about appearances
It cares about the heart & soul inside
By:J.N.R Dutton
There was a woman people called
the hippie blues queen
She was wild & reckless as anyone had ever seen
and by 27 she was gone from this world
The world’s heart broke for that little lost girl
By:J.N.R Dutton
Inspired by the sad real life & death of Janis Joplin
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.
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
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
One of my most well known poems, written a couple years back.
The Poetry Of J.N.R Dutton 