Author: Man of many thoughts

BLIND IN A CASTLE OF FEAR

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My mother sent me here to live for the fall, with my

Aunt Louise,

I do not know her very well, but she was always

Strange and mysterious.

blind since I was about five years old, I can’t

Recall what she looks like,

A huge castle of stone, in our family for centuries.

Through times of war,

old England, now surrounded by many new things

Of the modern age.

In this castle are antiques from a different time

In this world, old weapons,

Dungeons and secret room are here, stories told

To me by my grand father.

Very quiet here as I spend my time listening to the wind

And leaves falling,

Off to bed, upstairs, where the walls are thick, and tales

From the past.

Tonight will be dark, but for me every night holds

Darkness as I am blind,

Awaken do I to some eerie sounds from within

The walls, moaning, groaning.

I call for my aunt but not a response, my heart

Pounds, nervous am I,

Then again, more sounds are heard, whispering

Words into my sightless night.

I’m afraid! so very scared as now the sound of

Footsteps seem to be closer, I can’t see,

Who are you! I can’t see as the touch of something

Is upon me. I never had a chance to see.

Keith Garrett

A SAD CLOWN

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        A SAD CLOWN


   A smile on his face, frown lives underneath,


   Watch the children laugh at this simple clown on 
  The street.

 
 An entertainer of fun and laughs, for a small price 
  You pay,


  That's what you may think until his chuckle lures 
  You away.

  A clown of mischief, there's more to him than 
  Meets the eye,

   When the sun goes, wicked and mean, he'll 
  Make you scream.


  A sad clown Indeed, covered under a mask of
  Makeup, A monster is he.

  He'll dance for you, and maybe throw confetti 
  Around, Kill does this sad clown,

  Ride a small bike, juggle in the air, follow you 
   through the park. death everywhere.

  Big funny shoes, baggy pants not so neat, not 
  Just a clown,  never want to meet,
                     Keith Garrett

ROBE AND MASK OF BLACK

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He watches, at times you see him in a dream,

Alone you are in a dark house on a hill top.

Out there, standing in the night, the wind howling,

you peek out of your window, he knows you are there.

Dressed in a robe and mask of black, waiting,

You do not awake as your heart races.

He does not move but he can feel you behind

Your closed curtains,

The fear in you is in his conscious mind.

Everything to you is black, of darkness,

As if there is no other person alive on this Earth

except for you and him.

Relieved that you are now awake, you get up wondering,

There’s a feeling that you must check, peek out of the

Window.

Out there, in the darkness, a robe of mask and black,

He watches. Keith Garrett

PRISON OF FEAR

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On this Island, I am stranded, no one knows

I am here,

I am sought, for they know my whereabouts.

Not only am I trying to survive, but now I must hide.

Never staying in the same spot, this is no home,

Through the night it is that I try to sleep, but I

Must keep watch,

A Prison of fear has become my existence.

Every day, each night, I take refuge in a different site,

It’s now morning’s light once more, time to move on.

I am hungry as I quietly hide, things to eat here and there,

To live this way for the rest of my life would be a most

certain hell.

They are always on the hunt, following through

the brush,

Over a hill or in the distance.

I will eventually tire, they will find me,

They are my fear, and this is my prison of fear.

Keith Garrett

PORFINIFIGUS

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Where he comes from, nobody knows, he does live,

A myth, a fable, only a child believes, one who has seen.

Along the riverbank of a small eastern town in Maine,

A place of play for a boy named Luke, this is no dream.

Many fantastic tales he does tell, who will listen this time?

Described to others as a type of elf, an ugly troll.

Many late afternoons is when Luke visits the river,

Today it is a bit windy, he will appear once more.

He speaks to Luke in whispers, I am Porfinifigus,

I am created from your thoughts and fears.

Why do you find me here each day, are you real?

I told you that I live in you, you gave me a name.

There are wishes that you ask for, I can hear you,

With every wish there comes a curse.

I have many things to wish for, will they be mine?

For everything you receive, something I will take.

I wish for all things in this town be mine,

Foolish boy, everything in this town be nomore.

Keith Garrett

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ONE A. M.

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                                    ONE A.M.                                              


  When they come, they come in force, from 
  Somewhere,


  From everywhere they surround amd take 
  Whatever is found.


  These things that they are, never do you want 
  To meet,


  Their hearts are of black, you are nothing more 
   To them than can be used.


  There is no mercy shown when they lay their 
  Claws  Upon you,


  Lock your doors, you already know that every 
  Year At One A.M.


   On Halloween it is them who come from some 
  Place of mystery,


  Horrible to you but to them a feast on this 
  Night After The midnight hour.


  Hide as you do where they can not see as they 
  Will  not search for you,


   For the foolish, the ones who don't believe or 
   Don't Think it will happen again.


   At one A.M. if you are within sight, then on this 
  Night You will have no life.


         Keith Garrett

NIGHTMARE IN YORBA LINDA

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 NIGHTMARE IN YORBA LINDA


  Somethung is coming, what kind of evil 
   Lurks on Halloween?

  He lived there way back in nineteen seventy 
  two, He has returned.

  Tormented by some or bullied by others 
  Who he Could not forget,

  Once only a child with a family, roamed Yorba 
  Linda Neighborhoods.

  Grown up now with much vengence in his heart, 
  He Has come home,

   A list is held inside, there are names of those 
   Whom  Are still here.

  He hunts for you on this again, October night, 
   You Have no idea,

  Changed over the years as most do, deranged 
  As a Man loses his mind.

  Be weary of whom might ring your doorbell this 
  Halloween night,

  Again, so many years later, a man who was once 
  A child,  perhaps a friend.

  Walks the streets of Yorba in the dark of night, 
   Seeking His revenge,

  A nightmare comes to Yorba Linda, lock your doors!
  He's On his way,

  Watch for his eyes, when the night is done, he 
  May go away.
                                 Keith Garrett

NEAR THE CREEK

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For generations, it’s been said that if you come

Down here, then you can hear her voice moaning

In agony within the wind,

What happened to her is a tale that’s a mystery

As it is told. over and over through the years.

Some say that they have seen her ghostly presence,

She haunts the creek where she was possibly murdered.

Legend tells that many whom have been down here to

Find her,

Too hear her agonizing voice, have never been seen or

Heard from again.

Near the creek there’s a haunting fog that lives,

Something or someone visits there, a presence

Not at peace.

It lures those whom wander away into the darkness,

Don’t listen for the sound that waits,

Do not seek out this ghostly death,

Don’t go near the creek!

Keith Garrett

IT’S NOT HUMAN

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It lives but can not be seen

Haunted, but you do not know it,

You are seen.

Not in your dreams, a living nightmare,

You can hide, does it know where you are?

What does it look like, teeth or claws?

A tail that swings, feet as you’ve seen.

Is it an animal or just an evil being?

It can not be seen, is it because blindness

Is for you in-between.

Is it not to you human because of the nature

Of the beast,

It’s not human, Is it the monster in a man?

IF YOU COME TO MY HOUSE

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                           iF YOU COME TO MY HOUSE

  
   Beware of what you can not yet see, that which 
  Is hidden,

   Stepping beyond this darkened doorstep will be the
  End.

   So sorry if you must be the ones, delighted I am, 
  Truthfully,

  On this night of make believe fright, tonight is reality.


   Walk through my home, if I let you leave then fear will 
  Follow you home,

  Down in my basement, cages made, chains and shackles,
  Do you believe?

  You think this a show, fun for an October night, I know 
   What's real, what's in sight,

  You can't imagine that this is for someone like you, I've 
   Seen this before, yes, It's true.

   A tour now, up to an attic, blood stains and old bones on 
   The floor,  a foul smell indeed,

   Table in the corner, straps from end to end, you have no 
    Idea,  But I'm not your friend.

   Let's go outback where a scene of fright fills this night, 
   Open the door, step inside,

   Down the stairs, you can't believe your eyes, turn around 
  As I'm nowhere to be found,

  You are now in the dark, the door is locked, have a good 
   Night, Be careful, they bite.
                                   Keith Garrett


                             


                               



                                                           


                                                  Stepping beyond this darkened doorstep will be the end.


                                                So sorry if you must be the ones, delighted I am, truthfully,


                                                     On this night of make believe fright, tonight is reality.


                                   Walk through my home, if I let you leave then fear will follow you home,


                                    Down in my basement, cages made, chains and shackles, do you believe?


                           You think this a show, fun for an October night, I know what's real, what's in sight,


                         You can't imagine that this is for someone like you, I've seen this before, yes, it's true.


                         A tour now, up to an attic, blood stains and old bones on the floor, a foul smell indeed,


                          Table in the corner, straps from end to end, you have no idea but I'm not your friend.


                              Let's go outback where a scene of fright fills this night, open the door, step inside,


                          Down the stairs, you can't believe your eyes, turn around as I'm nowhere to be found,


                            You are now in the dark, the door is locked, have a good night, be careful, they bite.

                               Keith garrett