Madmen

I tried to watch a documentary

on poetry tonight

But honestly, I couldn’t watch it long

It was so dry, so empty, like a song

without the zeal, it had no deep appeal

It often felt more like I was listening

not to poems, but

to babblings of madmen

By: J.N.R Dutton

Riverside, California

Bobby moved out to California,

the city of Riverside,

for a green eyed girl with raven hair,

he thought he’d make her his bride,

it didn’t quite work out like he planned,

turned out she had another man

all the time, she had lied

and Bobby was just the “side”

He said, “you played the Jezebel,

don’t expect me to wish you well”

By: J.N.R Dutton

 

 

 

 

 

Full Throttle

When he was young with restless energy

It was a special time indeed

He was living w/zeal and loving,

enjoying what it meant to be free

Anyone who knew him

knew he was living full throttle

He wishes he could have trapped

those times in a bottle

If he could go back to those glory days

There’s only one thing he might change

He’d have never let go of his old flame

when he was seventeen she moved away

wonders where she is today

By: J.N.R Dutton

 

 

Angel In Chains

He weeps for his daughter,

she’s an angel in chains

trying hard to kill deep seated pain

with all the wrong things

from whiskey to cocaine

He hates seeing her that way,

Shattered, and living her life in vain

He somehow feels it’s himself to blame

He tried his best to raise her right

but somewhere she lost sight of the light

He wants to rescue her from endless night

but he knows to do it, she’s got to want to fight

By:J.N.R Dutton