The Story We Live To Tell

Our struggles don’t have to poison the well

When we’ve been through things that burn like hell, we don’t have to let them destroy us

Maybe, just maybe they taught us things so that we can help others who have been there too and need the story we lived to tell

By: J.N.R Dutton


If you play with fire, eventually you will be burned, yet sadly there are some it seems, who never learn

They keep one foot in the dark abyss, saying to themselves “I can handle this, it’s harmless” and it seems they really are convinced, lost in self delusion, confusion, heartbreaking as it is

By: J.N.R Dutton (2023)

This poem is about the dangers of addiction, the more you feed one the bigger it grows. Addiction is a devastating poison, if you are struggling with one, there is help, hope and healing, if you’re willing to seek it out.

Whatever You Need, Brother

Tony’s sitting at the laundromat alone,

waiting on his last load of clothes

When another man comes in out of the rain

w/just what’s on his back

shaking off the wet & cold

Tony looks at him, smiles & says:

“Man, how about I help you right now? I’ve got some dry jeans and t-shirts here,

feel free to check them out, take whatever you need, brother

…I’ve got plenty anyhow”

The other man looks at Tony w/thanks, and says:

“you give me hope I’ve got to say,

I thought compassionate people like you

were on the fade these days”

By: J.N.R Dutton


A young man sitting on a sidewalk bench,

talking to an old man who was drinking White Port wine,

The wino’s speech was kind of slurring, and it looked like he’d been crying,

He said:

“I wasn’t always like this, kid,

there were some years I really shined,

I’d give anything, if I could go back in time”

The young man took the bottle from him, took him by the hand

saying: “you can overcome this, you can be free again,

and if you’re willing to help yourself,  I’ll help you any way I can”

By:J.N.R Dutton