You’ve come to my door, thanks for honoring my request,

Please! step Inside and make yourself at home, I’m about ready.

A story Is what I want, something that will take me away to another place,

Read me a story about a great adventure that’s not a possibility.

Read me a story so that I may forget my struggles of this day,

I’ll lay my head upon this pillow so soft as you read me a story so great.

You are a woman whom tells stories of far off lands and places never real,

You take away the stress that lives Inside, You save my tiring life.

Thank you always as I drift off to sleep peacefully dreaming beautiful things,

When I awake to the morning light It Is always that you are gone.

Keith Garrett

When It comes down to It everyone and everything becomes expendable,

Are we even worth the work that we do, we can value ourselves but do they.

There’s a number on your paycheck, a number to a bank account, what are you,?

The value of a man once was judged on his work and his character, what happened.?

First they say no hard feelings ,words spoken from black hearts, I thought friends,

My mistake being that there Is a difference between family, friends, and work.

Lessons that should have been learned many years ago but trust has hurt again,

No hard feelings are said as they turn their ugly heads, we are family, no chance Indeed.

Friends, family, or trust, Sometimes I’m not sure what that Is, whom will turn their backs,

Hear me as I say I work for a place, Armstrong Garden Center’s In Southern California

Where the evil lies within, a bad, unethical, Unprofessional, Immoral, cowardly liar of

A manager Named Mike Wigler hides In a Monrovia store backstabbing all there.

A man whom would throw his mother and wife under the bus to save himself.

A man who Would sing songs on the radio to stress me out when he knows of my

panic disorder, he would sing about my tragedies In life, I’m the witness because

At work no one seems to remember at this moment, I’m not like him thank god.

I am very angry, I am Keith Garrett and I have spoken.

A wise man puts aside his anger before he drifts off to sleep,

A thinker before an act brings much trouble Into his life.

A wise man never bows down to the pressure from his peers,

He must trust In his heart fore his actions are his to answer alone.

A wise man has angry thoughts that hold no consequences from Inside,

If at all they switch to violence then a wise man has no words to be listened to,

What does a wise man do,? He practices In that which he does In fact preach,

He Is not a hypocrite, he Is calm and speaks his words carefully, a wise man Indeed.

He knows that words of stupidity are not a problem behind closed doors,

What does a wise man do,? he thinks before he does anything at all.

Keith Garrett

From long ago, generation to generation stories told,

Fables and tales passed on, changing as they grow.hoes

Beyond many Winters and long Summers songs In the wind,

The lives of families whispered throughout a mountains tim

How long this mountain has stood can never be realized with eyes,

Echoes from the mountain, stories that drift with the passing sky.

The blowing wind, how many times has It passed across the mountain top,

What words speak from the wind, how many has the wind touched or moved.

Echoes from the mountain, voices of those whom have forever passed through.

Keith Garrett

There appears to be two sides to our mysterious existence,

We can believe the devil exists but I believe and have faith In god.

There are those whom are of evil, those whom are of much good,

Throughout time many have cried, shed tears over experiences In their time.

Tears of happiness walking down the Aisle, a first born child.

A graduating son, that first grandchild whom Is loved so much,

Happiness within yourself and happiness for others may bring tears.

The death of a loved one, a friend will bring tears of plenty, loss In ones life,

Bombs bursting across many saddened lands, starving children with no chance.

Killing of Innocent animals, homeless souls wandering since It all began,

Trail of tears run for the destruction of Civilizations from lifetimes ago.

Horrifying, needless, slaughter of people because they are different,

The good and bad, happy and sad bring to us our trail of tears.

Keith Garrett

Fully having faith Is to believe that you know no matter what happens,
Too find out that you are dying and may suffer through It all or go quickly
That there Is a better place, you will not ever again be In pain or sad.
You will not lay In a dark box alone with no breath afraid forever,
When you die what happens If you choose to stay, not want to go away?
In the light, Is that where we are suppose to go, how will we know?
What’s there In the light, Is It a path to the creator of all life?
In the light will we see a spectacular sight, will their be family waiting,
In the light things are not known until It be our time to go.
When It’s time, with faith you’ll walk In the light without fright.

Keith Garrett

The love of a dog, they want only to be cared about, they are loyal,

How Is It that one could hurt, kick, abuse mans best friend.

They don’t want to sleep outside In the cold, Winter rain,

Chained to a tree In the hot, Summer sun Is not a tasty treat.

Slapped and have a rock thrown at them when they don’t understand,

Yelled at and told too get out of here when they just wanted to show love.

They love their people, feed them a snack, scratch their warm, furry back,

Throw a ball and see them run In the sun till It’s time to go Inside.

When It’s suppertime they’re ready to help, part of the family,

Time to relax, they have their spot, In the chair with you,

On the floor next to a fire, a dog has feelings too.

Watch a T.V. show with you, that’s what a dog will do,

Time to go to bed!, they love their people, goodnight.

Keith Garrett

Everyone Is gone, I look around, silence Is the sound,

Where did they go, I do not know, I am somehow alone.

A campsite of darkness Is a fun and peaceful place,

A warm fire, friends, and laughter will liven up the night.

What a difference It makes when you’re alone In the dark,

The lonely quiet that accompany’s a fear that something Is there.

There are two parts, different views on being alone In the dark,

Peace and time by yourself to breathe and think can be great.

Wondering what’s a danger or the silent dark that scares a man,

Fear of the unknown, afraid of being alone, alone In the dark.

Keith Garrett

It was dark, I glanced out of the window and saw him,

Tall with dark hair, a sweatshirt soaked from the falling rain.

Why was he out there, by a tree he stood watching the rain fall,?

Clouds of many, darkness was everywhere, he stood drenched.

I wasn’t going to open the door as I was curious but a little scared,

Was I mean for not showing care, He was a stranger, why was he there.?

Standing In the rain, where did he come from, what was his name,?

Good or bad, I did not care, I walked away and left him standing In the rain.

Keith Garrett

Children, growing up together In a town, small with memories,

Boy and girl, friends from such a young age, playing games, walking In the rain.

Walking to school In the morning, laughing together In the Spring and Summer,

Sharing thoughts and at times secrets of Importance that weren’t meant for boy and girl.

They grew to be very close, this boy whom would be there to protect a girl so loved,

Jonathan was a kindhearted friend and let It be known that he would do for Elizabeth anything.

She In return cared so much for him that It was said death would be a beautiful thing,

Jonathan and Elizabeth were now teenagers, a love that would change In a special way.

Together often as life changed, soon adulthood would bring them to man and woman,

Happiness was theirs as most knew of their bond, the future was already written.

Life can be altered In an Instance as their hands would be pulled apart,

Jonathan would keep for awhile the only secret ever from Elizabeth, his sickness.

With a failing heart, a prom dream come true, a drive afterwards, a secret shared for two,

There’s a reason for all things as In a blink from the eye, one would surely die.

A car accident, slowly dying was his beloved Elizabeth, she would show the greatest love,

Her heart she would give to Jonathan just as always she had done, this for his life.

Elizabeth would forever live within Jonathan each day he awoke to the morning light,

Jonathan and Elizabeth, forever together and forever after they would be.

Keith Garrett