A wonderful scene like that of a dream,

Not of pain or suffering, nothing mean.

A place like no other, somewhere out there,

Away so far where horses run wild.

Snowy mountains and clear stary nights,

Where the air is fresh, peaceful times.

To walk along a river, the only sound,

Where you can sleep under a tree, never be found.

Paint me a picture of this most beautiful life,

Someday i’ll take it with me to this place in my mind.

Keith Garrett

I’ve invited you and so grateful that you all have taken

Many beautiful and adventureous journies into my book of poems,

We have traveled together above the sky, to the moon and beyond.

Walks together along many beaches sharing thoughts of the world,

You’ve seen my dreams, stood in the night under a full moon with me.

We traveled together back in time to places my memory could still find,

Across the ocean, walks down the street, high up into the mountains we went.

In times of trouble, moments of pain it has been you whom have walked with me,

Trips to lands of fantasy, back in time to towns of no more you followed my path.

Western towns, farms and ranches where horses ran with the wind, we together saw,

Spooky places, haunted houses, monsters wandered and ghosts were there in the night.

Magical things, Knights and warriors from across the sea, you were there with me,

Cowboys riding the range, western legends that live only in history, wars that died.

Winter scenes and sleigh rides through snowy woods, Christmas dreams, did you see,

Rock and roll stars, actors of fame, people of reality that are no more to be seen,

Thank you for going to all these places with me, for getting to know something about me.

Keith Garrett

I got up this morning and looked at my wife,

She looked back at me and said “im leaving tonight.”

Not even a cup of coffee before the crap started,

I showed her my finger then got in the shower.

The water was cold, she used all the hot water,

Couldn’t find the soap, why even bother.

She said her goodbye in a way i could understand,

All my money was gone, she had a new man.

She aske for a divorce, i sais okay by me,

Now her new husband is sleeping where i use to be.

She got the house, she got the car,

She got the dog, even the money i saved in a jar.

When it’s all said and done, what have i gained,

An ex wife, a new home, a life without pain.

Keith Garrett

Listen to the drummers beat, bang the drums slowly,

Steal it does something each day from deep inside.

The mind is a powerful machine of its own,

It tears at my body as it haunts my soul.

There’s a force, an invisible monster that seeks me,

The toll it takes on my everyday can only be imagined if not experienced.

A spirit weakened as the fight lingers on to survive,

Let me live!, i want to stay alive.

My place of thought will only take so much in before

It can handle no other struggles,

Shut down it will and cease to see a world.

Let me live! as i am not asking,

My statement has been made,

I know who you are, they call you panic!.

Keith Garrett

Thank you mother for the life i have,

Not a memory have i when you first ave me life.

You saw that i was not hungry, held me close in the night,

Dressed me and made sure that everything was alright.

You listened as i spoke my first words,

Helped as i learned to crawl and walk.

You rocked me to sleep singing a song,

Were there when i was hurt, taught me right from wrong.

If i did not listen then shame on me,

If i did not learn from you, such a tragedy.

Thank god you’re still my mother,

Sometimes taken for granted you see,

You are my mother and that’s why i’m me.

Keith Garrett

There was light seen through my window, night is gone,

Another day, such a gift that has come my way, it’s today.

Am i surprised or is the sunrise taken much for granted,

The sun came up this morning as it does without fail,

Would this be a shocking event if darkness was our only light.

When the sun came up this morning it was a miracle i did see,

The warmth from it is a friend indeed, without we would not be.

Keith Garrett

DEAR GOD

Sometimes we take our world for granted,

We miss the sunrise, believe there will always be a sunset.

Death seems to be a punishment, perhaps a gift,

Today you did a most wonderful thing, thank you.

Mary Ann was in such pain so you sent the angels to sit by her side,

They held her hand, they did not leave her until it was time, they took her away.

A family mourns but you let her rest, you gave her peace,

God, please let her know, Mary Ann, now you can smile,

You can laugh and run as once you did as a child.

Watch the birds fly high in heavens sky,

Listen to music that was special to your ears.

Tell her that she’ll see them again in a place of peace,

A land without fear.

Keith Garrett

When the wind blows there are echoes in time,

Echoes of all that have passed on by.

The sounds of a lifetime, listen as the children have grown,

Echoes of voices lost with the emptying hourglass.

There are the echoes of those whom once lived,

Laughter of young ones, now part of the wind.

Shadows of the seasons, one by one gone,

Shadows remembered of a man standing in the sun.

Shadows of trees that stood tall in the sky,

Across mountain tops, shadows from morning till night.

Echoes and shadows from the beginning of time,

Time passed by, seen from many eyes.

Keith Garrett

WHEN I WAS NOTHING

Some time ago it was that i was not here, when i was nothing,

There was no me, i may have existed in a waiting world of the unborn.

When i was nothing there was no pain, no name to be called as i had no breath

I may have had a spirit and soul, not yet known to a mother and father not known.

When i was nothing there was something waiting out there for me, for my eyes to see,

Where was i when i was not me, a thought in the minds of my parents to be.

We start out nothing to be, become flesh and blood, a heart with a name,

The time will come when our days are done, back to nothing from once i was.

Keith Garrett

To be not anymore alive, not yet ready to touch the sky,

Wherever my spirit and soul must go, not ready to say goodbye.

If i were a ghost then what might my new world be like, some thoughts,

Faces and those whom i love i could see as they now can not until eternity see me.

Their words for me are heard as they know not that i am still around, I am here,

Not as i once was with body or identity but mind, spirit, and soul are together today.

Without the physical ability as once possessed my challenge of this new existence is now,

Remembering how i could pick things up and communicate seem now taken for granted.

If i were a ghost i would never again feel pain, no food would be needed to sustain,

Some good and some bad, a situation with feelings of sadness,

If i were a ghost i think it would be time to let myself go.

Keith Garrett