BREAKING THE LAW

In so many ways it occurs, serious or a little less,

From a child who takes a piece of candy at a store.

You broke the law, but not in a bad way one might say,

Whether or not it’s a bad law, your morals are the same.

Breaking the law is what it is, you can not rationalize,

A piece of candy, all the way up the ladder a thief is seen.

Did I say seen? breaking the law is done in many different ways,

Petty theft, robbing a bank, those who run our world, higher stakes.

Criminal activity runs crazy throughout this state, not shocked are you,

Behind closed doors while we sleep, in broad daylight we don’t always see.

The bigger question remains, who gets to break the law, what laws are ignored,?

For those with money, breaking the law can be quite a game, the law should be for all.

Keith Garrett

BOYS FROM LIVERPOOL

From out of England these four were born,

Back some years ago is what we know.

In Liverpool, they started on their road to fame,

They were called the Beatles, remember their name.

To sing of love to sing of pain,

Talented were they, from their hearts they would play.

Known as the fab four, innocent were their smiles,

These young men of British descent would be with us for awhile.

By the name of Paul, on the guitar, he could play,

With the voice of words, his thoughts he would say.

John he was called, to the world he was known,

With his written words and guitar, he would go far.

Quiet was George, with a smile so bright,

Oh! could he sing and pick the guitar strings.

On his drums, he would hammer and bang as he felt,

Named Ringo like no other but all four were like brothers.

Paul McCartney, Ringo Starr, George Harrison, John Lennon.

Keith Garrett

BOTH FEET OFF THE GROUND

If I could lift both feet at the same time, I’d be up in the air,

My arms stretched out, flying, flying to anywhere and everywhere.

Stuck on the ground confined, trapped as if carrying heavy chains,

Sometimes just wanting to take off, fly, fly far away.

Not only gravity keeps us on the ground where we exist,

But the taste for life, for the breath, every breath.

Both feet off the ground to a new adventure in time,

Away, far away from what hurts a man’s heart, yes! this heart.

My heart cries for what has been taken away, away from me,

Both feet on the ground, not so much a good place to be.

Keith Garrett

BOOK OF FAITH

I’d like to read to you a story, sit back and listen, dear friend,

This is about a man who has lost and found things of happiness.

He is not a wise man although at times he knows of wisdom,

He is not an angry man but anger lives within his spirit.

This man walks a road of at times fear and confidence lost,

Happiness is that which he so much wants to hold onto but there

Are those moments when to be happy can be a struggle, a search.

He is a man of inner strength, he possesses no surrender, will not give up,

There are those times when weakness attacks and the battle rages on.

He holds close to his heart faith, that all will be as it should be,

things will turn out, god willing the way he intended.

This man has much love in him as he did and still loves but will again love,

To live on his own, too live his life and again share his time with another.

This is my story, this is my book of faith told only to you dear friend,

Keep it with you always, may the lord bless and watch over you as your

Road is traveled each and every day into the rest of your life.

Keith Garrett

BODIES OF JUDGEMENT

Live and breathe as human beings, we do,

Amongst ourselves we fight and hate, we do.

We are friends and enemies of one another,

Take sides against those we do not know.

Gossip is the beginning of many a struggle,

Anger and resentment to a fellow brother.

We criticize those who do things a different way,

They make mistakes, are we not the same?

All are equal but none are treated this way,

None are of perfection but not even power can take your sins away.

We hold onto a grudge, it will eat at your soul,

Opinions and feelings will turn the heart cold.

There was a time when this country stood together as one,

Today many act as one, divided.

The world needs to stand together as we all live in it,

Unless we are of an evil mind then we are no better or worse than any man.

Keith Garrett

BOARD GAME

Watch the world as the pieces move neverending, the world turns,

We start from a beginning moving with a roll of the dice, a card chosen.

Does god watch as we play, is he in our every move,?

Round and round we go as this board game of life takes us away.

Is the game played right, do we understand the consequences of our choice,

Are we the players or are we being played, is there a point to the game.?

Could the game be everlasting or does it end in a moment for some,

Spin the wheel, flip a coin, take a chance and walk your own path.

Keith Garrett

“BLESSED”

I’ve witnessed the ugliness in the world,

Walked amongst it throughout my time.

What then is its worth, have I missed something,?

I know of the good, the great and wonderful things.

At times that which is around me gets clouded,

Sadness and anger are seen on many a face.

Within all of this I am blessed,

Yes! blessed with on going life,

Blessed with friends and family,

Blessed with the love of a caring woman.

I’ve seen both sides of life and I am blessed.

Keith Garrett

JUDGEMENT HAS A FACE

From behind a door, walking down a street, who are they?

They wander around, they look without a friendly sound.

With paper and pen, not a friend as they may smile but pretend,

Watched you are as you walk, speak, examined over a way you dress.

Judge me with your thoughts but what is there to see in you?

I am judged by those whom I never again see, strangers, some family.

Judgement has a face, not the same as it changes from day to place,

We are judged with the rotation of our world, travels with the wind.

Keith Garrett

BEYOND MY REACH

With my hand stretched to the sky, I can not touch the stars so high,

Nor the clouds, a falling star, or the sun going down.

The wind, I can not grab hold, a bird in flight,

A dream in the night, never a yesterday.

Beyond my reach is not my dreams,

It is not that which I pray for.

The hand of god I can not touch, in my heart I can surely take hold,

It is not hope, nor faith, it is not a tomorrow.

Beyond my reach are many things,

Beyond my reach is not everything.

Keith Garrett

BETWEEN WHAT IS AND WHAT IS NOT

The universe exists all around us but do aliens really exist,

We can see the sun resting in the sky, no pot of gold over a rainbow.

Mountains formed, standing above so tall, not a bigfoot between the trees,

The moon is for us a reality, no face or a man lives up there alone.

Ireland and green grass are for real, across the sea they do appear,

Leprechauns I have never seen, four- leaf clovers bring luck in a dream.

Castles of old stand on many lands, stories of them for centuries are told,

Magical spells and fire -breathing dragons, were they ever seen or felt.

Between what is and what is not are fables and tall tales handed down,

Fantasies and all that is real live in our minds or before us we see.

Keith Garrett