Playing & Chilling

A man with long sandy hair from Jacksonville

Some people trash talked him, said “you never will

amount to anything man,”

but he ended up fronting a band

Singing his heart out w/his mic in his hand

burning life’s candle at both ends

playing and chilling with all his rowdy friends

By: J.N.R Dutton

Stubborn Streak

John he was a dreamer, from an early age

had grit, and a stubborn streak five miles long

anyone would say,

Bound & determined,

worked his fingers til they bled

got barely a few hours of sleep each night

Said: “I’ll sleep more when I’m dead”

He plowed on full steam ahead

rarely looking back

When his dreams came to fruition,

and anybody asked,

if it was worth the sacrifices along the way

He’d just grin, and say “Oh, yeah”

By: J.N.R Dutton

Jonathan

Jonathan grew up in the 1980’s and ’90’s, a typical suburbanite

He loved watching “The Wonder Years” when it came on Nick @ Nite

and he dreamed of playing music in Memphis & Nashville

Those neon city lights they shined so bright

He hasn’t forgotten

the dreams he dreamed back then

but he’s got such sweetness in his life now

and it’s so much more precious to him

By: J.N.R Dutton

Paths

Whatever the paths in my life

are meant to be, I’m excited

to continue to see where they will lead

I’m thankful for the ships

that haven’t sunk on me,

& the wind in my sails,

carrying my hopes & dreams

Everything in my life that’s inspiring

Keeping the fires alive in me

By:J.N.R Dutton

Bright Future

Early on in life his future was looking bright

He was a hometown star on Friday nights

His daddy said: “boy, go ahead you make me proud”

One night an injury took him down,

the boy said:

“daddy don’t you worry now, it’s not the end for me,

I’ll be back out there on the field soon, you’ll see,

I’ll continue to be all the things that we ever dreamed,

all I need is for you to not give up on me

By:J.N.R Dutton

Jerry

Jerry was a dreamer & a schemer of a man

Always coming up w/all sorts of plans

Some of his plans, they weren’t worth spit

but the thinking bulb in his mind was always lit

he’d do anything he could to get food

& make rent

from selling costume jewelry

down at the local flea market

to working rides and booths

on the carnival circuit

People were always surprised

how creative he could get

By:J.N.R Dutton