JUDGED AND JAILED

My quest for peace should be an easily obtained request,

I am one whom may be of anger but is not of violence.

Ask only do I to be left alone when so desired,

If not left alone as I’ve asked then on the defense I am.

When walking then I am on the move in my own space,

To be stopped, detained without respect or decency

Will be a warning of much dislike.

When quiet and of no threat, it is that I am called unfriendly,

These words spoken from lips of those of ignorance and judgment.

There are two faces, two different sides to the world,

To be judged and jailed does not have to mean of guilt.

False sentences, deception, motives of one’s dark side,

This can be a prison without walls or a locked door.

There’s an invisible jury, one that can not be seen,

It lives among us each day, why does it not go away.

My quest for peace has been long searched for,

It lives within me as my walls are built brick, by brick,

I am the guard, I hold the key, nothing can take this from me.

Keith Garrett

“JONATHAN”

Jealousy for a young girl would soon turn to grief,

Wishing selfishly that her newborn brother would never be.

Through coincidence and reasons only God knows, a brother dies,

Believing in her heart and mind that her bad thoughts are to blame

She travels far, high upon a mountain where closer to god she might be.

Tired, so very tired as she lays herself down upon the mountain ground,

Before she sleeps a prayer she makes to god for her brothers’ life in place of her own.

When the morning light shines this child awakes covered in warmth and a man with a smile,

Where did he come from as he asks how she slept and a bowl of hot porridge offered to her?

He asks of her journey there, he is a most unusual sort of man who appears to possess much wisdom,

She speaks of her conversation with God as he listens with a look of great understanding.

“What is your name she asks,” I am Jonathan! this is my mountain and you are far from home,

I wanted to be as high as possible so that God would hear me when I said I was sorry.

Listen child!, It’s not your fault, he has made his decision, your brother with him, you with your family,

Was this a miracle that a father found his daughter high on a mountain, was he shown the way,

Where was Jonathan, was he an angel,? she shared time with him, never again was he seen.

Keith Garrett

IT’S ONLY ME!

Hello there! remember me, can you still dream,

I’ve come here to talk to you, I’ve come here to be.

It seems’ so far away, this place where I’m again living,

Hello there!, It’s me, do you recognize a face,

My voice you did like, the sound of It for you was heard.

It’s only me that comes to you with love of a certain way,

Back In a day where smiles had a place to play, remember me.

Visit your world I do In my heart and In my mind, thinking of you,

It’s only me, It’s only me that has this care for a woman of a rare beauty.

IT’S ONLY ME!

Keith Garrett

JESUS WAS A TEENAGER

He did his chores, listened to what he was told,

I am sure he wasn’t the perfect child, that’s for sure.

Of a different time in this same world of ours he lived,

He had his time with friends, running and laughing.

Different games they played, maybe some of the same,

It was tough being a teen, the same as it is today.

Jesus was a teenager on a most difficult path than any other,

From his childish ways to the most famous man and spirit today.

Keith Garrett

“JACK”

He lives up high, he watches from the sky,

Listen as he speaks with words foreign to me.

We met him one day as down he swooped,

A drink of water and a bit of bread, he flew.

Grouchy with a touch of blue, his name be “Jack”

A whistle to the wind, he appears from wherever he’ been.

Watching, always watching,” Jack” is now a friend,

With the morning light, he can be heard, before the stroke of six.

The little birds gather for food but watch for him they do,

He torpedoes down to terrorize them, makes them go away.

Back he comes with a look from side to side as he grabs the biggest

Piece and “Jack” just flies away.

He sits on the wood, he takes a bath,

He wants it all, a grouchy blue bird by the name of ” Jack”

The sun is falling, off to bed in the sky,

He’ll be back in the morning, fly Jack, fly.

Keith Garrett

” TIME STANDS’ NOT STILL”

A clock may stop In the middle of a day,
Time keeps on ticking ones’ life away.

Measured by years’ the number you are,
How old will you get, will your existence go far.

Months’ are a piece of time In your life,
As each passes by, shorter becomes your flight.

Weeks are measured seven days’ at a time,
Fifty two as twelve months’ go by.

A day has twenty-four hours’ for you,
The sun comes up and goes down too.

hour by hour our days’ will pass,
No slowing them down so our lives will not go fast.

What Is a minute but sixty ticks at a time,
Second by second older we find.

Keith Garrett

IT’S NOT ABOUT THE MONEY

Why does he perform if he doesn’t need the cash,

For the thrill and excitement, he answers if one should ask.

He loves to watch the joy that it brings,

The way that he feels when a song he does sing.

Playing the guitar and having some fun,

Upon the stage with his friends joined as one.

It’s alright to have a good time,

He chants to the crowd as he’s feeling so fine.

What’s it about, not so hard to see,

It’s not about the money, not for Bruce Springsteen.

Keith Garrett

IT’S NEVER TO LATE

It’s never too late to open your eyes,

To say a thank you, to show a smile.

It’s never too late to listen with your ears,

Of words said that is needed to be heard.

It’s never too late to be less selfish of a man,

Or to show your love to that special one if you can.

It’s never too late to give of yourself,

Unless there’s no room for change in you and that’s sad.

It’s never too late to try to also do,

Grow as a man and be strong as a rock for yourself.

And those whom love and count on you.

Keith Garrett

IT WILL NEVER END

They don’t care if they die, they win every time,

Spreading fear and murdering as they see fit,

I call them not human as they take up precious space,

Their faces are hidden fore they are such a disgrace.

There can be no victory against those without souls,

Each time they destroy like the devil they smile,

We must conquer and eliminate but like cancer, they grow.

What is scary I say is that from here the money and help come,

It may not be true but what are we all suppose to do, I think soon.

It will never end, look around, the bombs and bullets don’t lose their sound,

Closer than we know, wake in the night too attacks and loss of life.

Keith Garrett

IT WAS TIME TO GO HOME

A father and mother not seen for such a long while,

He a son with a family now of his own, a message from home.

Not one last time would he see his mother, a goodbye with tears,

A train ride, long it would be back home to the big woods.

A challenge it would be to make a father say goodbye to a love,

Together again, father and son on a journey back to be with family.

A grandfather who would one last time see a son and say a goodbye,

He didn’t belong in this place where they wanted him to be, not he.

It was time to go home, back to the big woods where the trees grew tall,

Goodbye is said from a grandpa to a child, a granddaughter would cry,

It was time to go home where he could spend the rest of his days and be

Forever together with a wife, his journey too where she would be.

Keith Garrett