I AM HERE

I am here, always I am here though you do not see,

With you, I stay, accompany you each and every day.

You go nowhere without me, we are one,

I feel as you feel, I am here.

I am here when the day is done,

I am with you with the rising sun.

Your pain or sorrow, laughter or happiness,

It is shared between us, one day we will part.

I can not be seen, within you, I dwell,

I am who you are, mind, spirit, and soul.

Keith Garrett

I AM A MAN

Not of perfection, there are weaknesses that lie in my being,

Mistakes are many as I live every day in a sin filled world.

I have judged although I wish not to be judged,

In the mirror, I know of a different me, I see words of mine in my mind.

Sometimes opinions are blasted out with an echo,

Thoughts that are wished when it’s too late to keep secret inside.

Failure may happen but how can a man fail if he tries,

I listen as at times I do not hear what’s been spoken.

I stand here only a man created of flesh and blood,

A heart and soul that also in it exists good and I guess a little sin.

I am a man who understands right from wrong and will admit,

I have the strength and wisdom to go on and become a better me.

No struggle is greater than the desire in me to conquer what takes from me,

I do not know what each day offers me, I stand on my feet, getting older,

Pain visits my body as the sun rises in the early morning.

Faith and hope, the love of family, friends, and life, every breath

Keep the light bright, the fire burning, power from him walk with me.

Keith Garrett

HUMMINGBIRD

Wings fluttering so fast in sight,

Yet hovering in one place, a color so bright.

Small as they are yet fast they disappear,

Where do they go when darkness is in the air.

Searching for nectar in flowers of a tubular shape,

From here to there, they move swiftly to anyplace.

Mysterious they appear, like no other type of bird,

When they pass you by, slightly they are heard.

Keith Garrett

HOW MUCH LONGER BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE?

We need to open our eyes, we’ve been blind too long,

Look what’s happening to us, there’s something very wrong.

Alone it won’t be done, we must do this together,

All of us take for granted a world we live in is forever.

Overlooking the pollution we pass by each day,

Leaving it to another to make it go away.

Poisoning the resources we must have to survive,

These things that we do, one day surely we will all die.

It’s now time to change, make a difference each one,

To save mankind, let’s all stand as one.

How much longer before it’s too late,

Why do we tempt the thing we call fate.?

It’s a crime what we are doing to the ground and our sky,

It’s time to stop now, it’s our time to make things right.

We can make it work if it gets done now,

To hesitate and delay will only bring sorrow.

Keith Garrett

HOUSE ON THE HILL

It stands above, from the road it is large and quietly mysterious,

Never seen is a person or people but lives there is certainly someone.

An old but beautiful, made of brick and wood house that rests on a hill,

The iron gate that surrounds it says to stay away, its beauty is always.

Appears that this old house on the hill is empty and lonely, from the outside,

There runs water down the side of the house into a lake that shines in the sun.

One can only imagine the appearance of the inside as over the years who did see,

The fact remains that somebody does live in such a place as this, a person not seen.

Why would one so desire to hide from the world or do they simply wish to be left alone,

The mysterious, quiet, house on the hill has stood for many generations as told,

Years of family perhaps at one time were known, what’s inside, a book of stories old.

Keith Garrett

HER NAME BE LISA

I sit here on a weekly basis visiting her, the green grass beneath me,

Life goes on all around but In between a piece of land that rests quietly.

It holds those who have passed on, who rest peacefully In the great beyond,

This is such a beautiful spot where the dead lay silently beneath the aging trees.

I can feel the wind upon my skin as It Is seen with branches moving musically,

The slightly clouded sky moves along forever as forever this will be her grave sight.

Her name be Lisa as It will be always carved In stone, I sit here while she Is forever gone,

A place she goes, somewhere, where It Is only the peacefully departed shall ever know.

This place where I sit, a memorial to them, to her, so that all will be remembered by some,

I know that she rests not here beneath a gravestone with her name upon it, she’s gone.

Physically It Is as close as can be, does she know I am here, she sleeps always In my heart,

Her name be Lisa, she once had life here as I still live on without her, one day our souls will meet.

Keith Garrett

THE FLOWING RIVER

I sit and watch the flowing river, the river runs away from me,

I’m here alone beneath the singing trees, the river flows into the sea.

Looking down upon the valley, the river flows between the rocks and me,

I watch the trees, the valley is seen, the flowing river is a forever dream.

The sun is setting upon all that is seen, I am life and the river is me,

I am not pretend as I have been forever, the flowing river flows through me.

Keith Garrett

HEART OF A WINNER
I’ve struggled In search of the worth of a man, to be a winner,

Questions I’ve asked, thoughts of the value from within the human heart.

Created not of money or material things, objects, treasures that we hold,

Born within us, no! not an Inherited trait, the heart of a winner.

In the morning awake do we to the rising sun, we’ve just begun,

From our nightly slumber, we stand and face the day, each day.

What drives us, what moves us along, perhaps survival,

It is the man, the woman who strives to achieve In which we see.

To the mountain top, we may never get but we’ll keep on climbing,

We do not stop fore one day a hope that It will be there,

Standing tall with your head held high, not In the physical sense.

But a feeling In the heart, a place In the mind,

To strum the guitar till the tune Is through, finish what you’ve started.

Shoes on your feet, each day a trek to work, at the end a mile home,

Not to win the game or conquer the fight.

Give it your all and sleep for the night.

I do not know where my road will take me, what I battle has no ending,

I stand here a winner for all that I have accomplished,

A winner Is one who strives to make tomorrow a better day.

Keith Garrett

HEART AND SOUL

Everything I’ve got, what’s inside of me strong,

Pours out with energy, stopped I can not be, give up I will not.

Stand and take notice as I conquer what invades my spirit,

Emotionally grow do I, strength and power absorbed within this soul.

Heart of the lion oh! I do possess, listen to me, hear me roar,

Weakness stares at me, such a pathetic coward it is, look away.

Fear and sorrow attack and intimidate who I am, rise up and fight!

Walking away, turn and gaze over my shoulder leaving it behind.

Hear what this man has to say, do you know that which lives in me,?

I grow and grow fore I have the heart and soul.

Keith Garrett

HEAD HELD HIGH

SHOULDERS BACK

Whatever gets you down, that which makes you frown,

Don’t let it take from you the smile from your face.

We meet with obstacles and challenges brought forth,

Tests of faith and courage to see what we’re made of.

Painful scars, we all hold something inside,

One foot in front of the other, we may cry but no surrender.

Each day we are blessed as also we are taught,

Some things are never easy, we strive for happiness.

Grateful for things we have, for the love of just one person,

We borrow trouble if we worry about what has yet to come.

Head held high, shoulders back,

Strength is every moment that we never give in.

Keith Garrett