Tears flow from my eyes, i wish not to care about their minds,

There is blood flowing through my veins, blood of the related of many years.

With every angry sound, from the time the earth started spinning around,

As each and every battle from war, cries echo for thousands of years, with sound.

Wounds that don’t heal as they surface with time, one wrong word, explosion from the mind,

Civilizations disappear, towns of people that once were are nomore, things age and die.

Life is an unusual adventure, travel from a place of beginning onward to an earthly end,

Blood spills in many ways, blood of pain, sorrow, the hurt from loved ones red everyday.

Drops of blood at my feet, they can’not be seen but they visit me from painful dreams,

Blood soaked land, drops of blood at my feet, blood on the hands of many a man.

Keith Garrett

Step into reality, an exotic and spectacular place of dreams,
Realize this world of adventure and things not to often seen.
Somewhat dark with a hint of light beaming through the trees,
Sounds all around as the creatures of this land watch in the shadows.
There’s a misty haze that appears as the night shows its face,
So far away from the not so peaceful, deep forest of that which breathes.
Leaves upon the ground, walking among life that speaks not a word we hear,
With these feet we make our way from a magical getaway of existence.
This forest, a beautiful, deep, forest hiding from the outside,
Lost in it may be the heaven, the happiness, a garden of Eden.

Keith Garrett

Open your eyes!, this is said from with inside as i seem at times blind,

There is so much to see but i must confess that what is important sometimes escapes my sight.

A blind man can not physically see but learns to observe more than a man with vision,

A man with no sight asked of me, tell me young man what things with your eyes do you see.

There are at times many things I wish not to see, pain and destruction from the world today,

What i asked was that which you see not a thing about wishes or that which you do want to see.

I see the mountains, the ocean, the sky, and all there is of beauty that god placed down upon the earth,

Yes!, at times i am blind to all of these things just as they are taken for granted by most every man.,

You are a blind man, so who do you think you are trying to give me a lesson or too teach me,

Young man, are you a follower of those whom are of negative ways?, take responsibility for yourself.

I am blind but in my time i have seen so much more than your seeing eyes can ever dream,

You are at times very blind, your eyes are open but it is a mans mind that is truly closed.

Keith Garrett

To all whom read my poetry

And all writers and friends.

Today I was informed by my

Attorney that We won, victory.

Against Armstrong garden center’s

My lawsuit for multiple trauma

Injuries and a psyche charge.

Now for the rest of my life.

A little peace now after two years.

Thanks for reading.

Keith Garrett

God created heaven and earth so that we could live together,

I was thinking as i walked down the street, i looked at a fence,

Touching it with my hands i realized a man would have to climb,

To get to the other side he would have to go beyond where was legal.

This is my space!, you can’t come near it, since the beginning of time,

The world was meant to share, be free to roam, we started building fences.

Around our land, fences to keep others out and mark our territory,

It’s all been broken up into pieces, always a fight that leads to war.

How can any one man or nation own a piece of the sky, stay away they say,

Beyond the sky, do we all have a right to it or is it claimed by the powerful.

Stay away from here!, this is my ocean, be warned or we go to war, do you hear.?

No drink of water for you, someone else owns this lake, river, or stream,

Dirt is not free anymore, there’s a price to be paid, money to be made.

Be careful as soon the air we breathe will not be free, who takes charge i wonder,

If we lived as one and shared the land, there would be room for every soul and man.

Keith Garrett

I am a human being, Dirty are usually my clothes,

Don’t judge me by the way i look, i have something to say.

I was born to this world equal to all other women and men,

The road we’re on isn’t always our road chosen but we move on.

Many days and nights experiencing life have made me who i am,

Choices of my own desire, mistakes of foolishness have put me where i stand.

Did i try not hard enough, perhaps my brain did not have a steady plan,

Inside of me there exists a heart of a human, treat me like i matter if you can.

Mr, can you spare me a dime? I’ll be forever grateful whether you believe it or not,

To you a dime is nothing, wondering do you what this coin can possibly do for me.

A collection from this as the embarrassment may not show helps me greatly, thank you,

Mr, can you spare a dime? If so then my day will be fine, Mr, can you spare a dime.?

When the sun goes down and the heat of day fades,

A quiet visits the night, crickets are alive yet not in sight.

Darkness has a certain feel to it, peaceful is my thought,

While many living things drift off to sleep day begins too.

Stars so bright hanging in stillness beyond what is sky,

The moon shows its light, high above it watches always,

A Summer night has its own beauty till mornings light.

Keith Garrett

He use to be, he walked as a man,

Growing up as a child, harder than one could have imagined.

With strength and courage he stood for the fight,

So many against him as he marched for what’s right.

At times so scary to speak what you believe,

Most just complain, Oh! not he.

It took a demon, the devil in disguise,

To take from him what he told from inside.

He was once a boy but grew to become a man,

To tell of his cause as he walked with the people hand, in hand.

His name was Martin Luther King,

He was not forgotten because of an ignorant mans bullets ring.

He had a dream,

He was a man,

His dream is alive. Keith Garrett

A blind date, that first look at a face or body,

Can we see beyond a physical sight, first impression.

A first layer of beauty, the shape of a face and body,

Some eyes can not see beyond what’s in front of them.

A thicker layer of handsome and pretty rests much deeper,

What you see may not be that which you get, take another look.

Beauty is at times not so skin deep, underneath can be most amazing,

Eyes of judgement are fast and mean, without heart or care the world is seen.

Keith Garrett

“ADRIFT”

What is a sea that has no shore,

Where it’s weary waves can rest?

What is a night that has no stars,

Where the seas and skies caress?

What is a sun that fails to shine?

Just a heaven void of soul.

What is a dream that has no theme?

Just a mind that lacks a goal.

What is a love that can’t be shared,

When love is based on two.?

Lost and alone, lord without throne,

Am i when without you.

Leon Russell Garrett

My father.