KILLER WITH A HEART

To be left alone, loneliness has its price, kills tonight,

Leave him in peace, no second chance for you will be.

His life is a dance from day to day, killer all the way,

For the money, a job well done, never is this for fun.

You woke the demon when you killed his dog, stole his car,

Why couldn’t you leave well enough alone, now you’re done,

Killer with a heart, a look upon his face, simply leave him be.

Keith Garrett

MR, CAN YOU SPARE A DIME?

I am a human being, Dirty is usually my clothes,

Don’t judge me by the way I look, I have something to say.

I was born to this world equal to all other women and men,

The road we’re on isn’t always our road chosen but we move on.

Many days and nights experiencing life have made me who I am,

Choices of my own desire, mistakes of foolishness have put me where I stand.

Did I try not hard enough, perhaps my brain did not have a steady plan,

Inside of me, there exists a heart of a human, treat me like I matter if you can.

Mr, can you spare me a dime? I’ll be forever grateful whether you believe it or not,

To you a dime is nothing, wondering do you what this coin can possibly do for me.

A collection from this as the embarrassment may not show helps me greatly, thank you,

Mr, can you spare a dime? If so then my day will be fine, Mr, can you spare a dime.?

MORE THAN A MEMORY

You drift backward as I move forward in time,

Existed for but a moment in this world of mine.

You were so very real, more than a memory,

Our distance will come together, again we will meet,

A smile on your face, you meant so much to me.

More than a memory, personality, heart, and soul,

You once walked this land, my father from a moment ago.

Keith Garrett

RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!

The span of life Is short In time,

To do as much as you can before you’re gone.

There’s no place to run, there’s no escape,

The process of aging can’t be beat.

Take things’ slow and the days’ still pass,

If you move fast they don’t slow down.

Run, run, run for your life,

Inside the clock keeps’ on ticking until there Is no more time.

Don’t waste time worrying about dying,

Spend every moment trying to live life to the fullest.

Keep on moving creating energy, slow down and you’ll die,

Search and search as much as you can find.

You do not see It now, your end Is nowhere In sight,

So take It all In, run for your life.

Keith Garrett

I WASN’T SUPPOSED TO COME HOME

Went away that day, a while ago as I’m not sure in time,

Was I lost or did I just seem lost inside, hiding from what?

At this point not sure of what I’m trying to say, my thoughts,

I was sent here to join in on something that should not be real.

It takes a part of you away, destroys deep inside, that’s where I hide,

I wasn’t supposed to come home, I feel guilty and all alone.

Why was I sent away, they did not come back with me that terrible day,

I should be with them by their sides, I can cry but why am I here alive?

I wasn’t supposed to come home, I am alive! they all died.

Keith Garrett

STATE OF MAN

Becoming crippled as we sit and wait for whatever happens,

We weaken as our rights are taken away by the enemy within.

Don’t be fooled by a handshake and a smile, meaningless words from lips of lies,

Hell has come to dinner, watch as the devil campaigns for the right to take.

Grab hold and never let go of the hand of God, hang on tight, there’s a fight,

At this moment it appears that we stand with only one leg, our blinded eyes.

We have lost strength as we possess only one hand to hold each other up,

The state of man is at a critical point dear people, line up and vote for the unknown.

There is something that one human soul may do, pray for the lesser evil,

Hang on to hope and that God is watching close, that he may Intervene in a great way.

There is a beautiful world being abused, taken for granted, like spitting in the Lords’s face,

May he strike down the evil ones before it’s too late, get ready for what’s heading our way.

Keith Garrett

MIRROR WITHIN A MIRROR

I sit here in this chair waiting, a room full of people, this is real,

As I sit it is a mirror that faces me, I look deep into the glass reflection.

Not a fantasy that one may walk into, step beyond a world so real,

What rests inside is a duplicate place that shows a room I am sharing.

There is another, a mirror within a mirror that hangs very high up,

Look into this mirror I do, off in the distance I gaze into another place,

Where I sit is very real, venture I can not do in the mirror or mirror within a mirror.

This material room I’m in is reality, what lies beyond are reflections not touched.

Keith Garrett

HE SITS IN THE PARK

The heat of Summer, deadly, hot, humidity,

What circumstances brought him here.

He battles the elements, seasons of four,

A meal this morning, fighting for more.

Rain or shine, through the Winter nights,

He seeks shelter, he sits in the park.

His life is lived day by day, no place to stay,

Under the stars is his view of the night.

On his own and what can this man call home,

Wherever he roams and stops is all he can claim.

He sits in the dark, he sits in the park,

At mornings light, beyond what is night.

He’s no less than what you see, who is he,

A man with no plan, living in this land.

Keith Garrett

HE HAD EVERYTHING

He had everything, he could not see what he had,

More money than a man could spend forever,

His sins would cost him plenty, no money could fix.

Hurting his wife and daughter, broken hearts were theirs,

Through his deceit and crimes, a lesson might be learned,

He did not learn as it was money and blackmail that prevailed.

He escaped his dirty deeds as false faces were worn with greed,

He still had everything but in the end a man and family had nothing.

Keith Garrett

HE WANTED TO BE REMEMBERED

A journey with a friend home, a journey all alone,

Last night at campsite, a time for conversation.

A little supper under the stars, light from a fire,

Unusual talk from the lips of a friend, saying something.

He wanted to leave his mark on the world, on a friend he would,

He was to go away that night, a friend by his side.

That started a friend thinking, he wanted to be remembered,

He needed to make his wife and family understand, for himself.

Afraid that he would be forgotten, so afraid, who would remember his name,

A project with his name on it, wood tables with only his Initials would be.

One hundred years later a single worn piece of furniture many would see,

His initials would be, his name never known, he wanted to be remembered.

Keith Garrett