Jet Black Horses

He prefers riding wild horses,

naturally beautiful, jet black

& lightning fast

over the empty, industrial metallic

flash of some gaudy Cadillac

He feels free as the wind

When he mounts up on their backs

By: J.N.R Dutton

Crying Out

Earlier, I stumbled across some poetry

Deep & dark as raven’s wings

that just seemed to scream “read me”

I didn’t go seeking it specifically

Driven by any morbid curiosity

but it had elements & feelings

deeply familiar to me,

Like anguish & grief

I could totally understand it all

It felt like the writer was in a place

That not long ago, I used to be

Crying out for healing

Longing to be free

By:J.N.R Dutton

Silver Ridge

A young man living off the grid in a place called Silver Ridge

He’s an outdoors man & survivalist

On his front door there’s a “no trespassing” sign,

Custom made real fine, shellacked til it shined

he’s had it a long time, It’s carved from the remains

of a chopped down Georgia Pine,

He lives off the land like his granddaddy did

Family tradition,

He’s not alone, he’s got a wife & kids

To some he’s strange, but not to them

Their way of life is just how it’s always been

They wouldn’t trade it in,

they love the freedom of it

By:J.N.R Dutton

Cancel Cult(ure)

Cancel culture is a tyrant’s dream

It allows anyone to be canceled from society

If they step out of line to any degree

& say anything with which anyone might disagree

You may think for now that it’s a good thing

but what about when the cancel cult comes for you & me?

Don’t let the cancel cult murder the land of the free

By:J.N.R Dutton