The inner mind has its own set of rules,

Physically you are the one in charge.

There’s a whole new game playing inside your brain,

Another part of your world that’s in control.

Your thoughts may be what you believe to be,

It tells you how to feel, it controls the wheel.

Our subconscious makes up the fantasy dreams,

What is thought while we are awake is so real.

It tells us lies at times, it makes us believe,

Impending doom, the fear that’s not real.

The subconscious mind holds secrets that we’ll

Not understand nor ever uncover,

We may find the solution but the cause remains hidden in time.

Keith Garrett

Why do they die? as a child I laughed and cried,

Why do they die? I remember you, you went away, what could I do?

Your name was friend, wh did you go?

Why do they die? please lord, tell me why.

Is it a game that’s played, tell me now,

There’s a date with our name, why must we go?

What is the answer, only you will know,

Why do they die? please tell me why?

Keith Garrett

Beats this heart, a strong yet fragile organ,

A complicated mystery that gives and sustains life.

There is no love in the heart, an emotion, state of mind,

We like to believe that a person has a big heart, not a good thing.

Speaking physically and emotionally, there are two hearts,

That one in your chest and a beautiful spirit of it that beats in your soul.

Some have a bad heart, a black heart that is sick with evil,

A heart of pure gold rests with those so gentle and kind.

The hardened heart that is created within a lifetime of mistrust,

A heart of stone, a piece exists in my spirit now as I’ve been hurt,

Let it grow I will not, keep chipping away to a heart of love and care.

Keith Garrett

They walk amongst us, they are our neighbors,

We do not recognize them fore they look the same.

Work each day they do at regular jobs,

We are given a smile from an unknown evil one.

They seem okay until they show a different face,

A trail of tears is what they leave behind,

The serial killer.

Keith Garrett

As a child I was a dreamer, my imagination running wild,

Life was somewhat of a fairy tale, I awoke at a young age.

As my father died then much anger grew inside,

A slow process as I was shy, not really did I seem to cry.

Now a lost boy inside, kept it to myself as I played each day,

My teen years were without a father or parent who appeared invisible.

This is my view and what I believe, others may disagree but I am me,

I was never one who wanted to hurt people or animals, out of control.

I was never a bad person but did things that I would regret in many ways,

Decisions and choices would haunt to this day, some would give a change.

There are those that can not be fixed, I can mend others day by day,

A confession today, from a man who was never perfect in any way.

Keith Garrett

Disappear, go away and leave me alone,

I don’t need you anymore, you bring nothing.

My energy is being drained, a piece taken away,

You’re out there but I need you not here.

Be not here whomever you are, stay away,

I’ve seen you in too many places around this world.

You’ve done much harm to me fore you are them,

You don’t have a place in my life, a disease you be.

Not to be trusted, worn by you are many faces,

Many faces you are, which might be the right one,

Be not here and I won’t have to wonder who you are.

Keith Garrett

Let me tighten your brains, he would say,

I’ll give you a wallop, this way he would play.

Memories of a man, a dear and wise soul,

Italian all the way, left and went away some time ago.

A player of the cards, a trick or too win the game,

He worked in the shipyard, hard at it everyday.

Born in nineteen eighteen, Louis John Cordischi,

Remember with me, grandpa Louie,

He has a home in heaven, shared with loved ones today.

As I write these words of a man far away,

I see his face and his smile, his voice heard by me.

Keith Garrett

They spend their time together each day on the couch,

Watching television, telling stories about the old days.

At times they may fight, these room mates of four,

When they can’t sleep in the night, they share,

Older, maybe wiser and loneliness they do not bare.

Their lives are not done as they live from sun to sun,

Walks together in the morning, smile and have fun.

Their days are spent together, their thoughts are shared,

Their golden years are not wasted, friends until the end.

Keith Garrett

I only ask that you listen when I speak,

In return I will give you both ears kindly.

Be there when I am in pain and need a shoulder,

I’ll be there to catch you if in time you do fall.

Please do not stab me in the back, no talking about me,

For you I will speak directly to you, also if i’m angry.

Understand that there is in me no perfect piece you’ll see,

I know you are a person with human flaws, that’s quite okay,

Be a friend to me and a friendship we will share, I do care.

Keith Garrett

When I awoke to a morning not yesterday,

Young was I as my first footsteps were learned.

Walked did I into each different day,

The more I traveled, the more I changed.

I learned of words, I saw many things,

The sun I saw rise but now it’s overhead.

The leaves I saw were shaken from the trees,

As the world turned, again the leaves were to be.

Once a young boy played in the snow,

The more he walked, the less the snow would fall.

Sometimes he would see but things could not be seen,

A road traveled so fast, a blind man was he.

He walked very far, a life on his feet,

He’s on his way back, almost home, older than he use to be.

Keith Garrett