I AM TIRED

I write every day and walk my legs until they’re done,

I work in my yard, I think beyond the sun going down.

In between the poetry, there is a life of pain and mistrust,

I make myself happy, a choice to fall or on my own rise up.

I endure the suffering of rehabilitation as it is what I need,

Keep myself alive and moving, a little positivity in my day.

The reality I face of that which is good and bad is not a thought of beauty,

Up in the morning early I am to stare at the rising sun, start the day.

Ask do I from God above for the strength to make it through each step,

I never quit, I’m not that way, a miracle is out there, let nothing stand in my way.

I am tired but the nights are peaceful and quiet, darkness feels most pleasant,

I drift off to sleep waiting to dream, sooner or later I’m awake lying in the dark, thinking.

Keith Garrett

I AM THE WIND

Many things there are that possess strength and power,

I am the wind, I can travel further than most natural things.

Things of the earth, I am everywhere and always somewhere,

I can not be seen therefore you can not look at me, I am the wind.

I can find ways to break through and move around, I create sound,

Everyone knows of me, all things are touched by what I am.

There Is much proof of my existence as I can be gentle and quiet,

I can also destroy, be of much destruction and terror to a world.

I am the wind!, I find you, I too can not see you but I have the advantage,

I am of much more power as I do not ever get tired, I am the wind.

A name I have been given to show of my difference, You know me, I am the wind.

Keith Garrett

I AM THE WAY

I have been forever, I am eternal, I am the way,

A day will come when to you my appearance shall be known.

If you are of good when your time on earth is complete,

Then it is that you shall see me, stand before me.

Your journey to the kingdom of heaven will not be so

Until you have first touched the hand of almighty God,

The creator of all that you have known.

Master of the universe and that which you do not yet understand,

I am the light, I am the way to eternal peace.

When it is time then you will be guided,

By angels that will be sent down to comfort

And welcome you into the great beyond.

Believe in me and you shall have everlasting life and love,

Do not be afraid, I am the way.

Keith Garrett

I AM THE TIGER

I roam through the jungle, this Is my home,

My daily survival depends on the skills I’ve been taught.

To find my own way, to search for food,

Is every day, these things that I do.

I’m fast and strong, part of what I am,

If growl as I move, they know coming I am.

My colors and stripes say I am the tiger,

I’m a cat by nature, I live by the fight.

Keith Garrett

HEROES’ IN THE MIDDLE

Clouded by the glory of those all around,

These fearless giants’ will hold their ground.

They keep back the enemy from getting through,

For their standing general, this job they’ll do.

Face to face they push and shove,

To come out on top, to rise above.

Exhausted and dirty the pain shows’ through blood red,

From head to toe, hurt and cut, between them so much said.

Heroes’ In the middle through the snow and rain,

Nothing could be won without sacrifice and strain.

To these men who give their all,

Show them respect, honor them with the game ball.

Keith Garrett

HERE TODAY, GONE TOMORROW

Amazing it is compared to the length of time the world has been,

That our own existence, our lives are quite short.

Only a second in time are we here, but a moment,

Precious is every step we take, every spoken word.

We work to survive, we live to see all we can before it is our time,

Fore the day will come, we will have our day to die.

We are here today but as it is for most too late,

Grudges we hold, hate for others, we must put to an end.

Our time spent with loved ones is to be treasured,

We forget and we regret our time, we take for granted.

Gone tomorrow, it happens most often, the ticking of the clock,

All of us hold onto an hourglass, a little more sand for some,

We are here today, we hold not a clue of our tomorrow.

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 site.

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

HER FACE NOT SEEN

Not a voice heard, her face not seen, mean as the sea,

Not of reality as she pretends just as a bad actress does.

Roams does she in her make believe little world not to be,

She sits on a throne in her fairytale home, what a show.

Her face is never seen by me as she flies on her broomstick of lies,

Feeds does she upon the pain and suffering of those whom dream.

Make not a mistake fore her Mary Poppins world is just as fake,

She hides her low self esteem behind a colored rainbow she creates,

Awake sleepy head, leave your make believe land there in your bed.

Keith Garrett

HEAVEN’S TEARS

A miracle this must be, is it tears of joy,

Tears for the world, do they cry for what is seen?

Something so needed, necessary to sustain life,

Heaven’s tears are that which is needed to clean,

For the rivers to flow, fish live and nature moves along.

The oceans are there, waterfalls continue on a path of beauty,

Lakes fill with water, trees and shrubs need drops from the sky,

Heaven’s tears remain the food of life, do not cry and we will die.

Keith Garrett

HEAVEN IS WHERE

We live our lives from day to day,

Wondering what could be when we have to go away.

Searching for the meaning of this thing we call life,

Maybe we should enjoy our time here Instead of studying why.

Families have lived since the beginning of time,

Where have they gone, I think In my mind.

Another dimension not for us to understand,

A garden of Eden perhaps In a far off land.

No suffering of pain or sorrow could this be,

Another plane of reality.

Heaven Is where, I do not know,

Far, far away, I dream this Is so.

Keith Garrett