Imagine a pitch black room,
Dark as a tomb and then
suddenly a door springs open
Letting beautiful light in so people
can see again…
The lesson is this
The light at times comes glaring brightest through the darkness, impossible to miss
By: J.N.R Dutton
Heard a couple songs today, they hit me so hard, such powerful lyrics they got right straight to my heart
One in particular, was about a little boy asking a preacher if heaven’s real, and about him hitting his knees to pray with such fervent zeal
Childlike faith, such a precious thing, we could use a little more of that these days
By: J.N.R Dutton
Dylan’s voice rang out like thunder as he’d read his poetry, he wasn’t actually shouting, it just was deep and booming naturally
Like it was made for exactly that very thing
It was so strange and yet somehow, incredibly soothing, and to this day I love hearing his old recordings they’re timeless treasures to me
By: J.N.R Dutton
Tonight I’m jamming to music, some classics, and some fresh sounds I’d never heard, soaking up the melodies, taking in every heartfelt word
From songs about new fatherhood, and songs about new Love, songs about the roughest heartbreaks and having the strength to overcome and so many others that I’d Love to tell you of …
As the singers tell their stories, one verse at a time, I’m sitting here letting my heart feel and find inspiration for another set of rhymes
By: J.N.R Dutton
If a broken heart cries for mercy,
Don’t leave it out in the cold,
Let warmth, kindness and Love forever flow,
how it will change a life you never know
By: J.N.R Dutton
Mama sent me some old photographs
How goofy I looked in them,
I couldn’t help but laugh,
it’s true
but I noticed other things too
Like the happiness, the beautiful bliss on my four year old face…
Enjoying the simplicity and innocence of childhood days
By: J.N.R Dutton
I was reading through old poems this morning
Just thinking, reflecting,
it’s good to do that occasionally
you never know in doing so
the inspiration such reflection
By: J.N.R Dutton
That old guitar is worn,
the wood is warped,
but it still sounds good,ok?
I’ve gotta say
the hours and years you put in,
my friend
they really do pay, and I
could listen to your heartfelt melodies
all day, keep playing your heart out
for as long as you wish and can
Yeah man, keep touching lives in your beautiful way
By: J.N.R Dutton
(For a beautifully gifted guitar genius)
As his airplane takes off, Monty looks out the window, down at the hometown he’s leaving behind, excited for all the new adventures he’ll find
He’s also letting go
of a lot of painful memories
Years of nightmarish abuse
and vicious bullying
He’s off to follow his dreams,
Focused on his future,
nurturing better things
What couldn’t break him
gave him the courage he’d need,
Those who tried to make him a victim
Gave him the strength of a king
By: J.N.R Dutton
Ever since my childhood’s hour,
You stood toe to toe, with things I’ll never know, to keep me safe and I thank you for it
Thank you, is the best that I can muster, even though I think I owe you so much more.
Daddy you were one of my first heroes, you taught me what it was to be a man
I will never have it perfect, but even so,
I’ll keep in mind and hold tight to your example, and do the best I can
By: J.N.R Dutton
The Poetry Of J.N.R Dutton 