Mr. Jones Closet
Talon Truitt Cherry
ISBN978-1-4660-7729-4
Copyright 2010 by Talon Truitt Cherry
Smashwords
Edition
The views and expressions exposed in this book are the that only of Talon Truitt Cherry, and his collaborator Mr. Charles Jones, and are not necessarily the views of Smashwords, or any other affiliates
Mr. Jones Closet
Talon Truitt Cherry
Copyright 2010 by Talon Truitt Cherry
Smashwords Edition
ISBN978-1-4660-7729-4
Goodnight Liberty
Can
you hear it?
The bugle's crying out
The war is over now
Freedom
in the sound
of clanging chains
Can you see it?
The
ashes falling down
The walls are crumbling now
Black and white
surround
Liberties remains
Can you feel it?
The weight
within your crown
we breath and still we drown
the water lost
the found
and blind remain
America the free land of
liberty,
home of the true and the brave
Fighting wars for a
freedom that we barely see,
over seas with our warrior slaves
Poverty's the gun screaming soldiers run,
there is no sun on
the path that we pave
and my heart screams I'm done when a mother
and son
spend fathers day by a grave
My god!
Can you
hear it?
The bugle sounding out
a thousand cries so loud
It
brings the walls around
down in blazing flames
Can you see
it?
The ashes make no sound
covering endless ground
lost and
never found
liberty's remains
Oh cant you feel it?
The
soldiers falling down
you point your finger now
Our orders
handed down
By crown less kings
America the fairy tale of
liberty
ring the bell from sea to shining sea
Hear the sound
of liberty within our fading cries,
and lies that fed the lives to
the machine
A country built in infamy a symphony of violence
tyrants lead the silent revelry
and in the end the silence
broke the endless reign of violence
when liberty herself was put
to sleep.
The Rose That Grows From Concrete
Does
anyone see the beauty within,
the rose that grows from concrete?
Though it dies as soon as life is to begin,
this flower knows
no defeat.
From underneath a wall of stone,
it pushed facing
certain demise.
It needed no help, it made it alone.
A true
hero in my eyes it lies.
And even though death could be seconds
away,
it pushes, growing up towards the sky.
It takes no rest
it; accepts no break,
growing stronger when others would die.
Most people see a rose as something unique,
a symbol of
passion and love.
But the rose that they speak of is not what I
seek.
This rose they know nothing of.
I have one request for
my dying day,
in the event of my demise.
Wipe your eyes do
not cry on the ground which I lay,
Instead smile and look to the
sky.
For my destination is the same as this rose,
this rose
which grew from the stone.
The reason it grows for the sky is it
knows,
when it dies there it won't be alone.
When you look to
the sky, look for my smile.
Then look down and begin to pray
For
what you see will stun you awhile,
my death will change you
forever this day.
On top of my head stone over my grave,
a
light slowly grows and then glows.
Then out from the concrete in
a beautiful display,
on this day will grow a rose.
Grim
Reaper
Taunting
screams haunt my dreams,
in the scenes of a future past.
I am
the grim reaper, the nightmare keeper,
and weeper for curses
cast.
Beyond the blank doors of the ever green plains,
there
remains one undying truth.
The beautiful days disappear in a
blaze,
as we gaze through the window of youth.
The life I
once lead was a dread now I'm dead,
so I pass on the burden to
you.
Awake in your cask do not ask of the task,
cause in time
you will know what to do
I cannot help what I feel and the
things that I wield,
only yield to the lords waving hand.
A
curse dealt at birth I disperse on this earth,
as a part of the
lords greater plan.
A biblical display an array of dismay,
cast away as I play with a Scythe.
I appear in all black then
attack from the back,
and like that I take your life.
Inside
Underneath
the midnight sun a song sings out tonight.
The dead wake up to
hear this one, another angel lost the fight.
Pray your soul to
keep my son tonight sit tight alright.
The devils come to have his
fun, and gods turned out the light.
Break your bread and drink
your wine tonight we dine divine.
This last supper your life's the
fine were fine for now we find.
So kind the years so undefined the
time we need, untwined.
Our blood stained tears line these years
we find we must rewind.
What must we seek, the message
oblique.
Its too late!
What we've become is ruled by the demons
inside.
We all die alone, carved into stone.
Is our fate!
Don't
you feel dumb, so fooled by the demons you hide,
Inside!
Hush
now son keep still keep safe the wraith of hell escapes its cage.
It
fly's now, one, yes only one to claim its nightly wage.
The song
sings out the piercing sound singling out the faithless rage.
The
fallen angel fallen south so south god cannot save.
The goddess
watch, and god, and gods as another goes to hell.
The darkness
wins this battle again when tonight an angel fell.
But why not
catch him why not save this sorry soul you sell
Why not save him
from his fate why let him burn in hell?
What must we seek, the
message oblique.
Its too late!
What we've become is ruled by
the demons inside.
We all die alone, carved into stone.
Is our
fate!
Don't you feel dumb, so fooled by the demons you hide,
Inside!
The reason we fall is not all our fault
Its our
fate!
Our punishments clear betrayed by the gods we confide
in.
How can this be we pray to be free
still its too
late!
Damned to defeat by demons we keep and hide
Inside!
If I Could Make my Own Forever
Too
long ago,
to remember my reasons for leaving you now
All I
know is I had heaven
I held heaven
In the palm of my hand and
it was weighing me down
How could anyone hold together
I wish
we could have somehow
If I could make my own forever
Despite
all the lies and the fights Id bring you back to me
Forever
Somehow I would hold us together
And make the old memories
more than distant fantasies
Forever
Together
Just like
a ghost
I think of you most when the sun goes down
I try to
close my eyes forever
I held forever
In the palm of my hand
and it scared me somehow
So I let it go forever
I wish I hadn’t
now
But if I could make my own forever
I'd bring back the
time you were mine and make you happy
Forever
I would open my
eyes forever
So that I may not miss all the things that feel like
fantasies
Like you loving me
forever
Just so you know
You were right I was fine without you somehow
Even though I
thought Id be nothing
I've held nothing
In the palm of my hand
and its weighing me down
How can I hold together
I guess have
till now
Sometimes I close my eyes forever
And make the
old memories more than distant fantasies
Whatever
If I could
make my own forever
Despite all the lies and the fights Id bring
you back to me
Forever
Together
If I could make my own
forever
Forever
And ever
Dear Mother
Dear
Mother,
I remember as a child you held me like no other
Your
touch could ease my aching heart
And calm my little brother
My
sisters screams where silenced by the way you held her hand
Your
love was always there to feed our endless child's demand
Under
aged resentment sometimes drove us all apart
But something glued
us back together
Mom,
It was your heart
You never stopped
believing in the things we all could be
When dad was selling cars
and you where waiting so we could eat
I missed you so damn much,
that baby sitter could not suffice
I needed mothers touch, and
then, was ignorant to your sacrifice
But now I'm getting older,
and cry now that I see
All those times I cursed your name and made
you weep,
I'm sorry
My childhood went by so fast I'm surprised
that I remember
While most kids live day to day
I lived
September to September
I couldn't stay a child mom I had to do
what I could do
As the oldest, though not by much, I tried to fill
my fathers shoes
And help you
You accomplished so damn much in
so little time
I'm so damn proud
You and dad you did it all
YOU MADE IT!!!
Say it loud!
You took our broken family and
built it back with fashion
From a trailer home in Lebanon
To
in comparison a mansion
Three kids all grown up now
And two
with families
One just kind of floating around
But free like
you taught me to be
You kept us all a float with your hard job at
HP
But the greatest thing you ever accomplished
Mom,
Was
loving me.
Dear Father
Dear
Father
It seams growing up is getting harder
Barter time for
our tempers
That were always growing hotter
Never bothered to
talk then
Caught up in the anger
Damn the danger of our whirl
wind
And Father
Sometimes it feels like we both lost
Butting
heads over issues
Tears and tissues were the post cost
And then
I couldn't understand
Your demand for respect
Only prepared me
as a man
My Father
Taught me the meaning of true pride
When
ya caught me slippin
Put a wippin to my backside
At times I
wanted to hit ya
But now my life's a perfect picture
And for
that much I should kiss ya
Father
You have doubts cause I'm
movin
But you're the one who taught me
Have faith in what I'm
chosin
Live my life by my pages
Only continuing your
story
Growing wiser through the ages
Relax Father
Today I
stand my own man
Molded by our anger and our love
I know you
understand
And even though its hard to take it
I wrote this
poem just to let you know
You are appreciated
A Man
I
am a sad song, don't get me wrong.
Not a long song, Ill be done
before too long.
I'm a bad man, with a golden hand.
Not rich
man, But rich enough to stand, and
I'm a short frown, under the
crown.
Not a sad frown, But I will let you down.
Time and time
again.
I will make you hurt, I will make you bleed.
You
can never see me though your looking right at me.
I wont let you
any closer knowing what I am.
I'm a man.
I'm the country
side, swollen with pride.
Not the good side, inside my people
cry.
I'm the city, dirty and gritty.
Not a pretty city, still
somewhere outside shitty, and
I'm the ground, Found earthly
bound.
Not the cold ground, but still I let you down.
Time and
time again.
I will make you cry, I will make you scream.
I
will laugh as your frustrated fury bounces off of me.
I wont let
you stand knowing what I am.
I'm a man.
Now I end this sad
song, Its been too long.
So long to all the ones I bid so
wrong.
I'm still the bad man, melt down my hand.
Ill be the
rich man, no longer can I stand, and
I wear this tired frown,
heavy is the crown.
Now a sad frown because I have let you down
Time and time again.
I wont let you in I wont let you
see
All the pain and anger that is bedding down in me
I would
rather die than ever see you cry
I lie to you simply because I
Am
a man.