A box discovered while searching the basement one day,

There was a lock on it, this dusty, old box made of wood.

Painted on it was a star and moon, overlapping were they,

What that meant if anything is a mystery I would not discover.

What’s in the box something surely was as it felt of heaviness,

A lock so unusual, this I have never seen before, a box of anything.

I touched the cover and could feel something inside, I could not open,

What’s in the box is not one thing, it holds many things, everything.

Keith Garrett

THOUGHTS OF FRIENDS

My mind goes back to a place in time, not so far away,

A place of hills that once were, friends so dear.

Neighborhoods where those i knew settled behind windows,

They were once there, now they wander far and wide.

These memories are again in my head as the morning began,

Started with a message and a chat with an old friend Richard Paris.

A few memories shared about those good old days, some not of magic,

Remembering school, sisters slumber parties, parties with friends.

Thoughts of friends from a town so close to me but yet so far away,

Always a thought, something great and wonderful about Yorba back then.

My time with friends, an Ice cream, skating, messing around in the hills,

Football and baseball, basketball after school or on a Saturday afternoon,

My thoughts of friends, written down, i remember you now and then.

There was a man in a far off land,

He had no eyes, he had no hands, this man.

Told me of visions, of a world he sees,

With his feet he would pick up things.

He spoke of many stories and travels,

Lessons of worth from a man in a far off land.

There were no tears or anger of his losses,

A smile for gifts bestowed upon him.

He was not weak, body or mind,

He was a man from a far off land, a kind man.

He had no want of things so many,

What he valued was simple, not riches of plenty.

Keith Garrett

Where shall we go from here in the end of days,

When our time is done, we no longer awake to the rising sun.

Cease do we to be the mortal man,

We’ll live again in a spectacular land.

Our daily thoughts and tasks are no more,

We see not again the moon so full.

There’s a kingdom near by waiting for us,

Dream of a place where all is great.

Kingdom near by, kingdom in the sky,

Walk into forever, stand with the king almighty,

Rest when you die, fore eternity we fly.

Keith Garrett

I would say from the beginning the wrong decisions were made,

Starting with what was said not to be, a mistake from Adam and Eve.

When man broke his promise nothing ever could be the same,

Punished might we be, certainly if you in your heart do believe.

Almost as if a curse has been put upon the world, he is watching,

When man broke his promise he did punish himself in many a way,

He did not at one time listen, today continues on that same path of destruction.

When man broke his promise the world did change, never to be what might be.
Keith Garrett

Listen to it on a stormy night, screams with an angry fright,

Does it cry out after as disaster strikes, invisible tears.

Can you hear the laughter from it blowing on a Spring day,

Is in it sadness as always must it go away, does the wind feel.

Emotions from the wind, a thought and fantasy from within,

We must dream and believe that possibilities are ours to be.

Keith Garrett

What colors do you see, the brown trunks and green leaves of trees,

Dirt so brown, different shades upon the ground, do you see.?

Above your head, does the sky appear blue, colors of another to you,

Do you see the park, green grass with trees, what colors do you see.?

The blazing yellow sun, the moon that rests in the night sky, a hint of orange,

Colors are everywhere, tell me, what is it your eyes would see,

What colors do you see, from your mind, a lady who is forever blind.

Keith Garrett

I’ve always thought at the time of being a child that the date

Of this, February 9 was only mine, a day of fun and celebration.

This date and time has always been special to me as i am alive,

Each year as i do awake on this day nine, it is that life is mine.

Fifty three i will surely be, i remember five, thirteen, and sixteen,

Eighteen, twenty one, thirty seemed scary as a little older i would be.

As a child, a teen, and adult, February nine would be a day for me,

Given by god was the ninth day of this month to join the human race.

Never knowing how many of these i will be blessed with is a thought,

February 9 nineteen sixty two, a baby and what seems like a long dream.

Keith Garrett

Your voice was heard from yesterday,

Echoeing my friend, memories of a time and play.

Where did you go, lost from my life,

After thirty years, i heard you one night.

We walked the streets side by side, you and i,

Boys of mischief with dreams in our eyes.

From me to you, a best friend listened to again,

Once upon a Summer, barefoot in the wind.

From yesterday i could hear the voice of a friend,

Many miles into life, i hear once again.

We can’t get back those days gone by,

The gift of a chance for a friend and i.

Remember two boys from a long time ago,

They walked the streets, today they still dream.

Keith Garrett

We live here in a world made up of human beings and nature,

There was a time when animals did have much more control.

Man took over and decided to rule the land and world,

Out there among us are those with to much power, everywhere.

Many a man who does think he lives above the laws created,

Really now, who can think that one person is more important that another.?

We have given titles that represent the worth of a man and woman,

Name tags on shirts, doors that let us know with signs who is who.

Chain of command is a phrase that i could never stand, the upperhand,

Stand and face the master, all will be of equal in the eternal land.

Keith Garrett