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
Author: Man of many thoughts
ROBE AND MASK OF BLACK
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
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
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
,
ONE A. M.
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
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
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
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
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
FACES OF FEAR, MASKS
There is no big top, for the children, they do not entertain.
They do not run around with smiles of delight, not tonight.
They wear expressions of emotion, what is felt inside,
Tonight, faces of fear, they come out, come out from wherever
They are.
Halloween, when many unusual and terrifying events take place,
You look at them with smiles and frowns, are they clowns?
Perhaps their masks hide the evil terror waiting for you,
They sing and dance, but not this night, they wear your fright.
As daylight disappears and the dark of night settles, they stir,
Faces of fear are alive tonight as they come for you, just you.
Mask’s are worn, these are their pictures of doom, tonight.
a clown is a clown, but for them, it’s turned upside down,
Claws for hands, here in this Halloween land, now they dance.
Teeth are shown sharp and full by misfits always laughed at,
With a touch, with a haunting laugh, you will be what they are.
Your mask will be real, it will show all that you feel, your clown.
tonight, these are the demons who wear the faces you hide,
They follow you wherever you go, their gift to you is torment.
To you, the gift of hell and pain is from them, their mask is you,
Your nightmare is a clown, you awake a nightmare.
Keith Garrett
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