Dying sounds scary, a fear comes with the thought,

Not knowing is what most people live with, the when.

We know there is a day with a date, engraved at our birth,

We usually don’t worry day to day about this as we would miss life.

We must make the most of the day as we are not promised a tomorrow,

It is for granted that each person does take their daily life, this is true.

Always believing another sunrise and sunset, here we are then gone so fast,

Some do know unfortunately that their time is coming soon and must plan.

So, do the soon to be gone suddenly appreciate life and begin to live every moment,

Either way we rarely know the date of our day, enjoy one moment at a time we must,

You can’t live if you spend your time worrying about dying, a lesson still to be learned.

Keith Garrett

You left me to die, you left me in the shrubs by the roadside,

My life was mine, did you shed a tear, did you cry.

No heart or soul in one whom would kill without cause,

Like trash you dicarded me, why! oh why!.

Did you consider my family, loved ones whom now cry,

I am no more as your evil ended my time,

Those whom loved me carry forever the pain of your crime.

You’ve done this before, the lord knows who you are,

Escape you will not as punishment awaits you when it’s your time to go.

You left me to die, i can see you beyond this body or mind,

They visit my grave but i dwell in the eternal light.

You left me to die, do you even know how to cry,?

You did not know me, no care in your eyes.

Keith Garrett

Written words, thoughts from inside,

I speak so differently than my pen that writes.

Not as happy as i’d like, pray this for me,

Lord in the sky, spirit up so high.

Lift the anger that hurts my soul,

Take away this haunting fear that rests in my mind.

Give me strength, the hope and desire to live on,

I die inside so slowly though my body may be strong.

Let me feel peace like the quiet in the night,

Let me feel love as i am the saddened one.

Prayer for a poet, i speak these words to you dear god,

Stand by me when i am weak, let me rest in your arms.

Keith Garrett

When an evening breeze passes by, like a whisper,

In the night watch the stars, they move, a whisper.

The earth spins without a sound, just a whisper,

High in the sky a plane soars by, hear its whisper.

Breathing in the dark, she sleeps, a whisper heard,

Animals in the dark night wander, a quiet whisper.

A beautiful sound, just a whisper down the hall,

An echo through the hills, a whisper so long.

Listen beyond all the noise, just a whisper is fine.

Keith Garrett

Molton Lava, , boiling flame, bathtub of hell,

Power so fierce rests below a mountain of death.

How long has it stood on a foundation of heated anger,

A pool of fire waits to touch the surface, it has no mercy.

Explodes without warning, rising, shooting into the waiting sky,

Flowing like a river, down where it takes away that which is in its evil path.

Volcano by name, a hollow mountain of liquid pain,

Erupt wicked mountain, show your hidden face.

Keith Garrett

From the road i step beyond into another world,

Peaceful beauty is waiting as my morning begins.

No one here but me and whatever lives between the trees,

Listen to the birds high above, what types sing different songs.?

I step into the darkened forest with my feet crunching the aged leaves,

Quiet sounds are everywhere, things not seen, look close as they are to be.

Shadows move with the swaying branches just as they move with time,

Between the trees there is a most colorful, landscape to take in, follow me.

There is life here that has stood for many generations, beyond history,

Between the trees so many men and women have dreamed, all things seen.

Keith Garrett

He had a life, so many years ago i met a man with such a smile,

Quiet with a heart so large, always a kind word or nothing at all.

He could be rough and tough, never did he want something from you,

A strong but gentle human being was he, a beautiful friend indeed.

A man so kind, Harold, today you are surely on my mind, you were loved,

Driving down the street, working in your yard, a chance to know you was mine.

Yes sir! a life you had, your smile will be always seen if only in a dream,

It’s hard to believe but this was your time to fly, leave this place behind.

It is in another home where you now roam, you journied beyond what is known,

You had a great life from once a small boy until your last day with much wisdom.

A man so kind is in this world hard to find, it does not seem fair that you are not here,

I saw you yesterday, you are thought of on this day, i will see you tomorrow.

Keith Garrett

Once without chains, no bars to hold them inside,

Free men with the gift of choice, unwise in their thoughts.

Descent men maybe once, a moment of pure sin,

Damned to await their own fate, a day with eternity.

They committed the ultimate crime in life,

No right was theirs to make a decision of god.

Taken for granted the freedom that was given,

That which they gave away.

Missed now by them is the daily wanting desires that free men might have,

Now they await their judgement day,

As their hourglass empties, they can only wait.

Keith Garrett

THE YORBA LINDA I KNEW

I think of nineteen seventy two when we first visited yorba,

From the freeway i could see the big hill, i was ten years old.

We drove past fairgreen, up over the hill and down around the corner,

Amberdale to Fernglen, there it was, our new house not yet finished.

So excited as we walked around the yard not yet designed, up the stairs.

A sunny day on a Saturday, our blue station wagon and a large family.

That day we met some of our new neighbors to be, the Darcy’s, Bob and Ken.

We left but soon would be back, our life in Yorba soon would begin.

May i remember, so close to Summer and a little hard to adjust starting at a

new school with only a month remaining. I started at Glen knoll On May 7th that year.

I was a very shy kid back then and the school was so different from where i came from.

My years there hold many great memories of friends either gone or found again on face book.

The Yorba Linda i knew was as i like to call it the Brady bunch days because of the houses and time.

Summer nights were the best, hanging out on our street with friends whom are now a little older.

Music and shows of the time were classic, do you remember the Yorba Linda i knew.?

The hills where we use to go riding motorcycles and horses have disappeared, better days.

Changes are not always for the best as beauty is destroyed, buildings everywhere.

Riding bikes to Tastee freeze, the old baseball field where kids could play and dream.

A triple Icecream for fifteen cents, doughnuts at Winchell’s, people and places disappear.

Pinball machines and Boones farm wine, Stop n’ go liquor from a long time ago.

A place called the Rathole, a shack stood by its side, riding skateboards in a pool,

Remember the teachers, everything that we did, talking by your locker, the best days are of old.

Keith Garrett

THESE WONDERS WE SEE

Clouds and trees, the sun in the sky,

Oceans of rolling waves, rivers rushing by.

The moon rising, stars so far away,

Mountains that stand so tall,

Desert beauty at mornings light.

A lake that wanders from here to there,

Late afternoon, nature is always somewhere.

The falling rain, the floating snow,

A waterfall crying, tears falling below.

Rain forests and woods with different life,

Faces on stone, these wonders we see.

All over the world, unusual things,

Gifts and miracles in a place of mystery.

Keith Garrett