There is another way to see our world and lives,

More to strive for, too make better as we grow.

If we would see from the start there can be improvement,

Imagine, set it in your mind that all things are not perfect,

Material, physical, all pieces of life are in fact, ” broken”

We build and put back together, fix with our hands and minds,

We improve by learning, listening, from less we can have more.

Is “broken” the way we should see all around us too improve,

The time is now to rebuild, put those pieces together, keep mending.

Keith Garrett

I started writing poetry in 1998 when troubled times came upon me.

I was fighting for my children at that time so I wrote my first poem,

In a desperate state, it was called ” my fight”

They were my first inspiration during those times, I’ve been writing poems ever since.

Over the years many different family members and friends have been a part of

my drive to write.

Many more things have inspired me to keep going.

My survival of brain surgeries have made me appreciate the world a little more,

all that is around me.

Nature, the wind, sun, hills, and my everyday thoughts, hopes and dreams.

I’m lucky to have lived all of these years.

I have my health, my sons and daughter.

Today I have the love of a woman who inspires me too keep writing.

Never give up, or as she says! cowboy up. Keith Garrett

What do you see when you look at me,

I was once a young man, older I grow to be.

Lines on my face, hair has much changed,

Scars and wounds from a lifetime I’ve seen.

Thoughts and visions, a movie feature in my head,

I’ve changed with the changes that this world brings.

Look at me as I still live and breathe,

I’m forever me but a different me.

Keith Garrett

Lay there do I watching, this screen of moving pictures with sound,

Slowly as I am thinking, closing my eyes and just listening to words.

That which I was listening too becomes a mixture of now forming visions,

I went to sleep last night and disappeared into a world of imagination.

I could fly, jump into the air and stay there, no day or night in sight,

Unusual adventures were before my mind, no sense of any kind.

Why am I afraid of what appears in the night, made up pictures tonight,

I went to sleep last night and found myself walking through fields of delight.

We walk into a dream to escape our daily scenes, things become confusing,

Fore where does the dream begin and the nightmare end.

Keith Garrett

A butterfly floats through the air,

Up the tree a squirrel climbs high.

A far off plane, hear it far away,

The meow of a cat, water in a stream.

The whisper in the ear of a loving girl,

Ticking of a clock, time of the world.

A flag slowly blowing in the breeze,

Leaves falling from a tree, that’s what I mean.

Slowly a fire burns, crackling of the wood,

Quiet sounds of peace, these things that are good.

Keith Garrett

Cloudy and dark, as the storm rolls on in,

Quiet is the morning, soon it begins.

I’m outside in cold, cold air, beneath the sky,

I go about my work, a coldness comes and the temperature drops.

The rain slowly starts to fall, I become wet with cold,

I’m freezing! i’m freezing! water drops upon the ground.

My feet are wet, my hands sting in the air,

The rain keeps on falling, falling everywhere.

Keith Garrett

I am human, flesh and blood as is any man,

In me lives only one, I am like no other.

Like all human beings it is that I have weakness,

No man is so strong, we all own the burden of flaws.

I have only one body, one mind, a conscience of one,

Think do I of many thoughts, it i.s my mind.

Decisions are made and hold with them consequences,

In me a conscience, there’s a right or wrong road.

My body feels pain, my body feels sickness,

It can be weak or strong, I choose strength.

I am one, I overcome weakness, mind, body, and spirit I am strong,

Strength in one, the strength in me, the power is mine,

I shall forever overcome.

Keith Garrett

Awake to the morning sounds, a cup of coffee, the sunrise,

Turn on the television, watch the news of the day, open the blinds.

Walk outside to the sound of the scrub jays waiting for peanuts,

Free it is to stare at the open sky, a walk in the morning is alright.

A conversation with a friend, a walk in the park, the shake of a hand,

Smoking ones pipe in the evening, sitting on his porch, the day was good.

A warm fire on a cold night, simple things, dinner with your wife,

Laughter is free, some advice and a smile is alright, a tomorrow in your sight.

Simple things are pleasures at times taken for granted, we are each one guilty,

There remain greater struggles out there, simple things even out all life brings.

Keith Garrett

Never am I alone, I am a man whom walks alone,

On my own, through the streets, a path I choose.

Step by step it is my shoes that take me away,

These feet move fast and far along the road.

My thoughts are my companion as I roam the land,

This journey not always understood as I understand.

Miles and miles are mine to see, my footsteps are me,

Free to walk with the wind, shackles taken from my skin.

Not a prisoner am I to the everyday money game,

When I walk then I am in charge, I am the captain.

I walk alone fore there is in me a mission of purpose,

I walk alone, never on my own.

Keith Garrett

It is that we all have our wants, wishes, and what is not chosen,

Not satisfied with that which is before us, more, more, more.

What is asked for is not always what one gets, works both ways,

There are those amazing moments when a wish comes true,

When we get what we want, everything seems to go our way.

How about when you get what you asked for, all is so perfect,

There comes with any wish a burden, responsibility, a chore,

Think before you ask, when you get a curse may come attached.

Keith Garrett