A GATHERING

They come together as one to speak out against a wrong,

What do they show the world around them, they teach nothing.

A man is dead, who is it they blame, believe with anger the law,

They do no better as their protest is of evil, used as an excuse.

A gathering of criminals looting and terrorizing to show their dislike,

Attacking and beating those of different colors out of hate and anger.

Possibly it could be their frustration with their own lives comes to life,

Destroying their own town, fires burning, does this make them proud.?

Jobs and economy being ruined, in their own town they raise their fists in triumph,

Are they fools, they are of ignorance, blaming society for more than one incident.

This is no gathering of good people, they are of no help as they create the bad,

No good will come of this, only a town scarred and destroyed, never forgotten.

Keith Garrett

ONLY GRASS BENEATH ME

Away from the mistrusting world that is what I call home,

Out beyond the hills, a place where peace is real, follow me.

My travel takes me to where no anger or violence can find,

Come along, join me where life can be as it should be, love and peace.

Above only sky, blue, clouds of many shapes passing slowly by,

Look! I told you it would be here if we just kept looking, do you see.?

Only grass beneath me, green for miles in all directions, sky above,

For a few moments, I lay my body down upon this cool, field of freedom.

I can build a cabin, feel free to join me in my quest for a better life,

Warm fires on cold nights, walk outside to nothing but beauty everywhere.

Only grass beneath me, a better world, here i remain for the rest of my time.

Keith Garrett

IN THE EVENING

Darkness falls, the sun drifts off to sleep in this part of the land,

Dinner is served as hunger rests in my stomach and mind.

I’m tired as this is my time to relax and enjoy shows of the night,

Comedy is my friend as I forget the hardship and worldly problems.

A candle glowing on a table is a peaceful sight in this room with soft light,

The crickets can be heard from the yard in the evening quiet.

Slowly fading into a beautiful dream state on the couch with a drink,

The blinds are closed and the door opened as the lights are turned out.

A snack and thoughts of the coming days and all that may be are dreamed,

In the evening I can lay in the dark, close my eyes, and drift off to different sounds.

In the evening I am at peace as the dark, quiet, world soothes my never ending soul.

Keith Garrett

TODAY IS WRONG

Where are we today in America, land of the whining, home of the crying,

History of our country is being wished away, torn down and defaced.

It can’t be taken away, there are those who may not like events that have happened,

Good or bad, these scenes can’t be taken from memory, history has made us who we are.

Hate appears much stronger today than ever before, divided we stand I believe forevermore,

We live in a bitter world as we have nothing better to accomplish than to tear down statues

From our past wars, events which were of right and wrong but that’s just the way it is.

Everything is now being examined, ridiculous! to the point of ignorance, let the past go,

Complaints about cartoons, cereal boxes, songs of life being screamed at with anger.

The word white will soon be of the past, taking from the dictionary, no definition,

Why is there reference to one race that matters, if you speak that all lives matter

Then anger and violence erupt, do not say white lives matter as this can not be,

Looting, burning, and rioting in the streets, destroying your cities is no solution.

There have been many types of slavery, people enslaved since the beginning of man,

There should be equal right for all but taking away the rights of many to have

Those equal rights is a crime in itself, Today is wrong as taken from us will soon

be the national anthem, God bless America, and much more, the right to be me.

Keith Garrett

INVISIBLE MOMENTS

Not to be seen, noticed among the crowded streets,

To walk a chosen road, dreaming, and not seen.

Just a little time to be left alone, on my own,

Not a sound I’ll make or attention I’ll create.

Invisible moments, there will be no picture or scene,

No description of a man, all around me will be.

At times not to be before these eyes anything,

Not an unwanted sound, nothing all around.

The soul needs moments of peace, a slower pace,

Escape from the fast pace of the human race.

Invisible moments, quiet times under a forgotten tree,

In an empty field of grass, I’m not known to be.

Keith Garrett

ILLUSION

Different names, faces that change,

Hurt feelings, love’s a hard game to play.

Winners and losers, each day the clock ticks away,

Disagreements that come to no end, words from lips, regrets.

Thoughts are different from different minds,

People change as the days drift in time.

Is there a value as discussion appears as fighting,

Angry faces and hurtful sayings aren’t kind.

What’s an illusion, something not there,

A trick to our minds that love’s in the air.

What once was is no longer now,

Was it ever there as we count the suns that go down.

A memory is a thought placed in our mind,

Illusion or reality as the days pass on by.

Keith Garrett

SOMETHING SO STRONG

For so long now a crushing pain, out of the darkness I find my way,

The sky I see above rests over the mountain I must climb.

A glow of light finds me as I make my way up the endless giant,

There’s a faith that guides, I am not afraid fore many will stand with me.

Inside this body lives a spirit of never ending fight for survival,

Something so strong, it conquers the force of doubt in another man.

I may not reach the top but I will try, I will get there, I’ll touch the sky,

Lost was I this man of many sorrows, a change in myself is discovered.

Such a long road on my own to follow, travel it with me now and forever,

I’ve seen the mountain, I’ve climbed high with blood and pain, to the top.

Many have come to watch my flight from the morning’s light into the dark,

With me they stood strong, they helped me climb when I weakened.

Something so strong as I would not fall, their strength gave me courage,

The mountain still stands, again I will climb stronger each time.

Keith Garrett

“SENSES”

Within us, there are things that make us feel and communicate,
They are sensitive but powerful to the human function.
Necessary are these but not threatening to the survival of ones being,
They give us the ability to seek out and experience the wonders of the world.
The sense of smell gives us the ability to distinguish between fragrances,
To like or dislike what is in the air.
To see is to have the chance of being able to personally witness in color,
Or black and white pictures of the world remembered by your own mind.
Amazing is to hear fore it is the sense of many musical sounds,
To the ears the knowledge of whom or what is near you.
Now the sense of taste is a great and remarkable experience for all,
Eating foods and enjoying drinks, the word flavor means what to your mouth.
Touch or feel can be an incredible and exciting pleasure to enjoy,
It is the sense that man and woman may share together.

Keith Garrett

I SAW YOU YESTERDAY,

YORBA LINDA

I saw you walking to school, on the bus you rode,

Driving by in your parent’s car, I saw you standing.

I saw you at the baseball field, so very young were you,

At Tastee Freeze on a warm Summer day, remember you and me.

Hanging out at Winchell’s, I saw you when we were teens,

I saw you at Thrifty’s, after school, and maybe a Saturday,

A triple scoop of Ice cream was fifteen cents back when we did dream.

I saw you at the pizza place, at the rat hole skateboarding mean,

I saw you yesterday Yorba Linda, on a playground, children were we.

I saw the hills, I saw your house, I saw you everywhere,

I saw you yesterday, Yorba Linda. when we were all just thirteen.

I saw the sun come up, I saw for years watching it go down,

I saw you, Yorba Linda, from when I found you oh! what a town.

Keith Garrett

SOMEWHERE

It is not here, a place where all may be fair,

Where all things are not torn to shred.

Somewhere where the sky is clean,

Mean is not seen, I guess maybe in a dream.

Somewhere far away where speaking is okay,

Where once simple things are not offensive,

Where our rights are not slowly taken away,

Somewhere but where, never again here.

Keith Garrett