I WASN’T SUPPOSED TO COME HOME

Went away that day, a while ago as I’m not sure in time,

Was I lost or did I just seem lost inside, hiding from what?

At this point not sure of what I’m trying to say, my thoughts,

I was sent here to join in on something that should not be real.

It takes a part of you away, destroys deep inside, that’s where I hide,

I wasn’t supposed to come home, I feel guilty and all alone.

Why was I sent away, they did not come back with me that terrible day,

I should be with them by their sides, I can cry but why am I here alive?

I wasn’t supposed to come home, I am alive! they all died.

Keith Garrett

STATE OF MAN

Becoming crippled as we sit and wait for whatever happens,

We weaken as our rights are taken away by the enemy within.

Don’t be fooled by a handshake and a smile, meaningless words from lips of lies,

Hell has come to dinner, watch as the devil campaigns for the right to take.

Grab hold and never let go of the hand of God, hang on tight, there’s a fight,

At this moment it appears that we stand with only one leg, our blinded eyes.

We have lost strength as we possess only one hand to hold each other up,

The state of man is at a critical point dear people, line up and vote for the unknown.

There is something that one human soul may do, pray for the lesser evil,

Hang on to hope and that God is watching close, that he may Intervene in a great way.

There is a beautiful world being abused, taken for granted, like spitting in the Lords’s face,

May he strike down the evil ones before it’s too late, get ready for what’s heading our way.

Keith Garrett

MIRROR WITHIN A MIRROR

I sit here in this chair waiting, a room full of people, this is real,

As I sit it is a mirror that faces me, I look deep into the glass reflection.

Not a fantasy that one may walk into, step beyond a world so real,

What rests inside is a duplicate place that shows a room I am sharing.

There is another, a mirror within a mirror that hangs very high up,

Look into this mirror I do, off in the distance I gaze into another place,

Where I sit is very real, venture I can not do in the mirror or mirror within a mirror.

This material room I’m in is reality, what lies beyond are reflections not touched.

Keith Garrett

HE SITS IN THE PARK

The heat of Summer, deadly, hot, humidity,

What circumstances brought him here.

He battles the elements, seasons of four,

A meal this morning, fighting for more.

Rain or shine, through the Winter nights,

He seeks shelter, he sits in the park.

His life is lived day by day, no place to stay,

Under the stars is his view of the night.

On his own and what can this man call home,

Wherever he roams and stops is all he can claim.

He sits in the dark, he sits in the park,

At mornings light, beyond what is night.

He’s no less than what you see, who is he,

A man with no plan, living in this land.

Keith Garrett

HE HAD EVERYTHING

He had everything, he could not see what he had,

More money than a man could spend forever,

His sins would cost him plenty, no money could fix.

Hurting his wife and daughter, broken hearts were theirs,

Through his deceit and crimes, a lesson might be learned,

He did not learn as it was money and blackmail that prevailed.

He escaped his dirty deeds as false faces were worn with greed,

He still had everything but in the end a man and family had nothing.

Keith Garrett

HE WANTED TO BE REMEMBERED

A journey with a friend home, a journey all alone,

Last night at campsite, a time for conversation.

A little supper under the stars, light from a fire,

Unusual talk from the lips of a friend, saying something.

He wanted to leave his mark on the world, on a friend he would,

He was to go away that night, a friend by his side.

That started a friend thinking, he wanted to be remembered,

He needed to make his wife and family understand, for himself.

Afraid that he would be forgotten, so afraid, who would remember his name,

A project with his name on it, wood tables with only his Initials would be.

One hundred years later a single worn piece of furniture many would see,

His initials would be, his name never known, he wanted to be remembered.

Keith Garrett

HE WOULD RAISE THE FLAG

An American, a patriot who did fight many battles,

His time spent in a prisoner of war camp was not pretty.

Doing that which he believed to be right was a high price,

A disgrace to his uniform but a man of principles and honor.

They could not break him, he would not crumble and fall,

He was not now less than who he was before, a man of strength.

He would speak of his rights, the rights of other prisoners,

He wanted to raise the flag, men would join him in his plight.

He would raise the flag and pay the ultimate price for the right,

Shot in the back, he died while the flag was high in flight.

Keith Garrett

FROM HERE TO THERE

I stroll backward down the road of time, to a place where the years hide,

I am a searcher of lost things, they exist only in memory, in a dream.

Back there was left a piece of my heart, take my hand, help me find,

Show me a way to close the door, move forward into my life.

I saw you all in sleepless night dreams, you did not age, not for me,

I see your faces on a magical screen, still the same pictures from my mind.

From here to there, I’ve traveled back to the past, I see this today,

Where did you go, young lady, as I wandered my world, disappeared.

Your words are heard, no voice, written to read, thoughts for my day,

From then too now is where it is I stand, from here too there, take my hand.

Keith Garrett

AN ANGRY MAN

Anger, so much mistrust for the world, he’s angry,

That which he can not control, bothers him so.

Nothing wrong with letting it out, control is what it’s about,

Angry at that which has passed, let this go, an angry man knows.

Feeling at times the universe has let him down, the fire rages,

Inside he feels the water boil, what to do when there’s no place to run.

He pounds his fists against the stone wall, thoughts of vengeance stir,

Get even is one of many stories made from a man’s angry mind.

An angry man does not see the road clearly, thinking is altered,

Eats him up inside, wasted energy but how is he to do it right.?

He has been wronged, he is an angry man and needs a smart plan,

An angry man he can be, can an angry man soon find his peace.

Keith Garrett

GIVE ME STRENGTH

Days can be a struggle at times, feeling much alone,

Physical pain and emotional scars are hard fought.

Stress and the desire to overcome tire a body and mind,

Worries of the time keep a soul from sleep in the night.

Give me strength to make it through beyond this coming sunset,

Guide me into my day of many challenges that tear at my heart.

Wisdom would be a true gift as I try to better my life and self,

Thank you for listening as there is much hope as I stand strong.

Keith Garrett