Bliss

Jo’s been an artist fifteen years

A lot of late nights, hard work,

blood, sweat, paint fumes, & tears

Pouring his heart out onto his canvas,

as much of a challenge as it all is

He says: “I wouldn’t wanna be doing

something different from this,

It’s what I was born to, it is my bliss”

By: J.N.R Dutton

Time After Time

A poet in simple clothes, you could pass him right by

without a second glance, and never think twice

but if he opened his mouth and began reciting rhyme

It’d stop you in your track, time after time

Whether on a street corner, or some place more refined

He’d pour out his soul, line after line

He’d rhyme of sweet Love, and beauty that shines

and so many other things that dance in his mind

By: J.N.R Dutton

Art Doesn’t Always Have To Come From Pain

It’s true that pain makes good art,

It gives us a release some days

but not all art has to be about pain

It’s time that more of us realize that again

Otherwise, we’ll only create

when our lives are circling the drain,

and constantly creating from that dark place

may be enough to drive a person insane

By:J.N.R Dutton

Petals

About how one person’s trash is another’s treasure

flower petals scattered round

on a crowded Mexican street,

People en masse

passing by,

trampling them under their feet

Til a woman begins gathering them up,

working in the bitter Mexican heat

She takes them home and affixes them

to a canvas, arranged so beautifully & neat

She adds a special sealant,

to set them permanently,

Then sells her petal collage @ a market

To get her family food to eat

By:J.N.R Dutton