A wise man puts aside his anger before he drifts off to sleep,

A thinker before an act brings much trouble Into his life.

A wise man never bows down to the pressure from his peers,

He must trust In his heart fore his actions are his to answer alone.

A wise man has angry thoughts that hold no consequences from Inside,

If at all they switch to violence then a wise man has no words to be listened to,

What does a wise man do,? He practices In that which he does In fact preach,

He Is not a hypocrite, he Is calm and speaks his words carefully, a wise man Indeed.

He knows that words of stupidity are not a problem behind closed doors,

What does a wise man do,? he thinks before he does anything at all.

Keith Garrett



Lord, I know you’re there and I have many things to say and ask,

Believe do I In a force, a being with such great understanding and love.

I have never seen your face but you have before been part of my dreams,

I have thought of you many times during my life, what does your face look like.?

Remember the monster I told you about,? well It’s still there and visits often,

I don’t understand why when I asked you to make It go away that It didn’t.

I told you that you could have my legs, the ones I like using to walk everywhere,

The funny thing Is that since that time I do have less of the monster and one of

My leg Is now a bit disabled as you know, Is there a lesson here that you want me to learn.?

It appears that you gave a little as you then took, compromise or be grateful for that

Which we do have, my faith In you still rests with me each day and night while I live.

I don’t care what people say or think but today I will tell you what I know just as you do,

In me lies the good, I do not or wish to hurt another human being with a raised fist.

Animals I choose not to harm just for the sake of hurting, my heart feels when tragedy strikes,

I hate this world of war so It Is that I do down and criticize the ways of this land and others.

There beats In me a heart that does care about the world and people, a man that will help those In need,

There also lives In me much anger for many reasons, anger that shows hate towards the human race.

Judged have I many out there In ways I never want to be judged, something In me that needs a change,

Lies have come from my lips enough times In my life just as I have taken that which Is not mine.

In a lifetime which I am still grateful for as It Is the greatest gift from god, I am at this time less than perfect,

Never In my lifetime will I reach perfection but knowing this Is where I will strive to be my best.

Will I still be welcome In heaven with all that you know and all that I confess on this once again day,

Will the door open for me, will you receive me as one of your children, thank you lord for listening.

Keith Garrett



Dressed up each day in what we are to where for the man,

For work not for play, everyday survival, an outfit, our costume.

A ritual practiced, obey fore to be compensated,

With the printed paper handed to us so that we are of worth.

We’re to let them pull our strings, dance and put on a certain face,

Puppets and clowns humiliating and a sad disgrace.

We’re to have no real thoughts of our own,

Speak so that they do not hear,

Put on an act for those whom are made up of power, false power.

Puppets and clowns, puppets and clowns, are we they,?

Turn it around, is the world upsidedown, we have no strings,

We dance for no one, only for fun.

Keith Garrett



There are those with looks of a fear unexplained,

Scared of something ,the world does not understand.

Laughing in the park, a man and woman,

Happy are their faces as seen from the street.

Crying all alone under a tree, tears of life,

Sadness spills out of a heart so broken.

Anger sits in the soul of a human being with hurt,

Upset at the loss of loves rejection.

Many faces of this life worn, expressions learned,

Expressions so true, those of me, those of you.

Keith Garrett


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My sight is on you, there is nothing you can possibly do,

After the things you have done, i will surely find you.

You stay in one place but you run, you drew first blood,

Until i find you i will not stop, little sleep, searching for peace.

You’ve done me wrong, If i could then i’d sing it in a song,

If it takes walking through the night, that will be alright.

For that which you have done, run heartless one, run,

I should let you go but the anger has attacked my soul.

Until i find you watch your back, i’m on the hunt, never looking back.

Keith Garrett

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travel with the wind


Everywhere i would be and the places i would see,

High and low, fast and slow, across the fields we go.

Through the trees, the wind and me, blowing leaves,

I need not hang on, it just carry’s me away as i feel free.

To travel with the wind i am light with not a worry,

I am guided within this incredible force of nature.

I am shown exciting and beautiful scenes as beyond a dream,

Above the ocean so high, touching the wide open sky.

Travel with the wind through the green grassed hills,

In the forest dodging the trees, it is the wind and me.

If i had the chance then i would travel to the past to see,

Travel with the wind through time, see what use to be,

To the future where the wind will surely be waiting for me.

Keith Garrett


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stayed the night at Scotts apartment, i don’t remember where but it was fun.

I think it was raining, a little thunder too. yes! Scott i remember you.

I remember when he told me he was joining the Navy, “i thought” wow!.

Time went by and Scott came home, when i first saw him he was in shape.

He was wearing a tee shirt and jeans, it was night and we were walking

down Amberdale just talking about anything that came to mind.

Many years ago, these things i do remember about a family i once knew.

Marty was a nice kid, he liked music a lot, i can still hear him singing

Elton John songs and Bohemian Rhapsody, he would stand on his hands

and ride his skateboard down the sidewalk.

Him and i use to clean behind the pissa place near Thrifty’s for a free pizza,

i can’t remember the name of that place.

There was a place we all called the rathole where Marty, Ned and I along

with many other friends use to once hang out once upon a time.

Marty, Ned, and i took the bus to the Orange mall one time.

We were in Sears messing around, we got in a bit of trouble.

Dumb kids, we stole a jar of peanuts and got caught, we were

scared but they let us go, after they called our parents.

That long bus ride home to where it stopped at Winchell’s.

Then we walked together all the way home, do you remember.?

On Amberdale it still says in cement of old, Rynearson’s sidewalk surfer’s.

I remember Ned hanging out with all of us at Larry Minks house.

Everyone playing pool, listening to music, drinking.

Ned was drinking a tuborg beer and smoking, remember Lori Mink.?

I remember the Rynearson’s, a family i once knew.

Keith Garrett