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.

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

Untitled Poem

I wrote this a long time ago, originally intended as part of a song.

He hides secrets with “white lies”

Secrets that leave his soul to cry

He fights for every breath each day

Just to stay alive

He hides his pain with “I’m alright”

Knowing no one can see 

inside his heart & mind

When his tears fall, 

they fall in spades

Truth is he wants 

to break his chains

If he could only find a way

By: J.N.R Dutton