Victories (A Great Reminder)

Sometimes the greatest victories

are won through courage,

sacrifice, pain & sorrow,

Don’t give up hope in the

midst of your storm

Be thankful for your yesterdays,

todays & tomorrows

By: J.N.R Dutton

Ultimately, decided to take the advice I was given regarding this blog, and not retire it (as you can see) I did have a pretty sweet break & am actually very refreshed.

I’ll just write when I have the most time, highest energy & best inspiration.

Keith & Lorrie (1989)

Keith and Lorrie’s Love story

I’ve heard it many times

It came flooding back

fresh to my mind tonight

As I heard Lorrie singing in his memory,

& of what seeing him again might

be like, what I saw when I looked

into her eyes is the pain of his loss is

still fresh to her as if it were still 1989

The year Keith left this world behind

By: J.N.R Dutton

Masculine Tears

Many men were raised up in a time

Where a man ever crying was largely seen

in a sense as a crime that undermined

their masculinity

They were called a sissy or a pantywaist

Humiliated and disgraced

Now, petty whining, I don’t advocate

but sometimes a man crying DOES have it’s place

like if he’s dealing w/a broken heart

if his home & family are falling apart

There’s no shame in expressing grief and pain

it doesn’t make him weak or lame

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

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

Beautiful Charade

This is the story of a man named Max,

& a woman named Jade

& how everything they had was lost

When a terrible line was crossed one day

Never before in all her life

had Jade ever felt so betrayed

Everyone looking from the outside in

bought into the beautiful charade

Thought “what a wonderful couple,

so in love, they’ve got it made”

but all that’s left is ashes,

where there was once a white hot flame

& thousands of memories of yesterdays remain,

She’s got a pillow full of teardrop stains

cause every night they fall like rain,

Love, yeah, only true Love

Will ever ease her pain

By:J.N.R Dutton

Shards

Joe thought things were going fine

Til he came across messages one night

That cut into his soul just like a knife

They were between another man

& Joe’s wife

The things she said, he couldn’t believe,

Like that she hated him & she wanted to leave

Joe felt like his heart was in shards,

in agony & left to bleed

He wondered how

he’d been too blind to see

What was then so glaring

His wife said when caught,

that she was just lonely & angry

That the words didn’t mean a thing

despite what he’d clearly seen

Joe felt like he’d been stabbed in the back,

Wondered how they could ever come back from that

By:J.N.R Dutton