MY MIND IS AN ISLAND
My mind Is an Island, many places to roam,
Different things' that I see when I'm on my own.
If wander I do too far away,
Lost might I be In this land made for me.
See as I do and think as I may,
There are beautiful things' In my thoughts' everyday.
I can find my way back too where It Is I should be,
If I'm looking the right way or a trail I might leave.
My Island can be peaceful and sunny or stormy and dark,
I'd rather be happy and have my Island be a walk In the park.
Keith Garrett
Author: Man of many thoughts
FEELINGS OF FALL
FEELINGS' OF FALL
There's a change of seasons,' It's In the air,
A FACE THAT LIES
The devils eyes have a face that lies,
It smiles at you with promises so false.
Giving you gifts of sinful things,
Changing your appearance, a picture of greed and evil.
It taunts you into believing that bad is good,
Material belongings are most precious, love not kind.
Stand and be recognized, a face that lies,
Don't stare in the eyes of what does not cry.
Accept not a wish, not a gift from a demon spirit,
Give not of yourself, in an instance he'll own your soul.
A face that lies has many by his side,
They walk as you walk, do not be fooled, this is no heavenly stroll to the sky.
Keith Garrett
The night turns to a crisp Autumn cold.
The shadows appear early as the days' become less,
A chill comes to settle here In the West.
The leaves change of color before they float gently to the ground,
Not a sound do they make as they touch where they're bound.
From dawn until dusk, swiftly travels' the sun,
The moon shows Its' face sooner as early the days' done.
The fog starts to move along the shore,
Now that It's Fall, Summer no more.
These things that we call, feelings' of Fall.
Keith Garrett
TOBY
"TOBY"
He was my friend, he would always know when I was near,
My presence was felt by this dark haired boy, he would sound out.
Walking In to his kingdom was such a pleasure of mine, he almost smiled,
Through the window his eyes would find me, waited he did for me to see.
An excitement for this beautiful friend when I showed up to visit,
The love In his eyes sparkled, he knew I understood, I loved him.
Outside we would play, running or throwing a ball or just sitting,
I miss him, I wonder If he could possibly remember anything at all.
To see him again, possibly one day, his name Is Toby.
Keith Garrett
PROMISES
PROMISES
Blood of a man spills' from a wound created,
From a wounded hear runs' blood unseen.
Broken will be our spirits' by those we trust,
These are the words' of men with no morality.
Promises are made with the slip of a tongue,
Easily spoken from minds' without thought.
Hearts' and souls', those with no dreams',
They take what they can, from their hands' they squeeze.
Promises, promises, words' with no character,
From those with no heart, broken, always broken.
Keith Garrett
REFLECTIONS
REFLECTIONS'
Like the sunlight on a clear window, my Image appears,
Wandering back to you Is a place In my dreams at night,
Of the past It Is a part of you, live do you In a piece of my
today.
On lakes and rivers, oceans and wet ground after a storm,
Reflections of a kind or memories brought to our minds.
Wishing, wondering what might have been,
Backwards In time to watch has gone by, time.
Mirrors are looked Into and looking back are the faces,
Reflections of another kind, thoughts that we find.
Images of all kinds, like being children somewhere back
In our minds.
Keith Garrett
PAGES
PAGES
My life starts' out like a book, not yet a cover,
Nothing Inside, page one still not printed.
My story constantly being written with every breath,
How many pages there will be not known till the end.
This title was Imagined before my creation,
Cover to cover Is mine to write as I walk my life.
With each turning page I Illustrate my own time,
The one before this just a memory In my mind.
Stay open It does until my story Is told,
Until I've been published, this mans' book will not be closed.
Keith Garrett
MY WORLD AND WELCOME TO IT.
"MY WORLD AND WELCOME TO IT"
My name Is not Important but who I am Is not a dream,
My physical being holds no measure to my Inner creation.
I am but a poor man with riches that lie In the heart,
What I've lost I do not seek out, things of new appear to me.
Once I was a child, a small and frightened boy left somewhere,
A place, a father, and haunting memories of a time since vanished.
There have been blessed upon me friends In a life of many roads,
In these passing years, lessons of pain and triumph are understood.
Children are mine to the count of three, two sons and a daughter,
The pictures that keep them show of an older me, my world.
I am a writer of thoughts, Imagination, and living dreams,
The road I travel Is In everyday, my eyes paint scenes from stories.
Music has Its own loneliness and beauty to fill my soul and mind,
I learn from It as I write this on going tale of a world full of mystery.
There are many components that make me who I am, a wanting man,
Passion, anger, and humor are part of the spirit In me, more to see.
A thinker and energy surround a body of laughter that some can't grasp,
Not of violence to those whom know me, mistaken Is hurt for anger.
To share my life with another and one to let me In theirs Is prayed,
A poem read to, a meal for two, a walk In the park, a fire In the dark.
Brother's and sister's, a mother to far away, life has a secret,
Love that flies away fore another love will enter In Its own way.
Something beautiful and meaningful Is there before my eyes,
My name Is Keith, this Is my world and welcome to It.
Keith Garrett
LOOK AT THE MOUNTAIN
"LOOK AT THE MOUNTAIN"
Up so high It stands, watching over what's below,
We look to It as something of a miracle.
What do you see when first you glance,
A statue of power still standing long after man.
Upon It lives trees that have grown through much of our history,
Left behind, their mark of people that once were.
Streams and waterfalls created through time,
Shrubs and flowers, for years grown by the rain that falls.
Look at the mountain, stare at It long,
Born from nature with a story to tell.
Keith Garrett
IN THE SUMMER RAIN
IN THE SUMMER RAIN
Walking the trails, baby you and I, together under a clouded sky,
Dark and stormy, the wind howling through the trees speaking as It travels.
You start running across a wide open grassy field, wind blowing your dress,
Your hair so long and beautiful flowing In the days' breezy weather.
Chasing you do I along the path created by your footsteps, following you,
Thunder rumbles through the clouds, the wind making the grass wave across the land.
Taking hold of you with my hands gently around your waist as I hear a laugh,
Drop by drop the rain begins to come down, It falls showering us now.
Turning you around, I kiss that soft, wet face as you return a kiss to me,
There Is love In the Summer rain, there Are you and I.
Keith Garrett
TODAY, TOMORROW, AND FOREVER
" TODAY, TOMORROW, AND FOREVER"
Today It Is that I awake to a new life, a new morning, this morning,
Yesterday doesn't need me anymore, she holds' no place In her heart.
Dreams' die hard fore wishes are merely a fairytale, make believe,
Float do I on a cloud of hope and prayer, seeing my world day to day.
Does tomorrow wait for me, If so, look forward to my visit I will,
Not yet written, what words' does It have for me, does It hold for me a story.
Forever In this world I cannot be, I will fade away, a memory I must be,
Today, tomorrow, and forever, there will always be, a forever awaits me.
Keith Garrett
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