FROM THE BALCONY

I see the trees standing in the sky,

The cars go by as I watch from high.

Walking people going here and there,

Sometimes I wonder if they’re happy or in pain.

Do I really care when from the balcony I stare,

Without a name, to me, they are not there.

The wind I feel as I am looking everywhere,

The sky is hazy, a quiet moment is where I am.

From inside I watch through the window,

The balcony is there, quietly I don’t really care what is out there.

Keith Garrett

MOUNT YOUR HORSES

More than two sides, men will die throughout the south,

Raise your swords, fire your guns, will this be your last rising sun.?

You fight for what, willing to die for a cause, do you know for what,

Is it really civil, this war between the states, what did you gain.?

Mount your horses! draw your swords, ride into the devil’s woods,

Uniforms of difference, colors that separate which side you’re on.

Homes would be burned, this battle among you not on distant land,

Neighbor against neighbor, brothers, and cousins fighting hand to hand.

Mount your horses! ride between the darkness and trees, cold it may be,

Blood against blood, the innocent will surely be a victim and die in the dust.

Cannon fire, bodies of men, women, and children scattered across the states,

When it’s over who will remember what this was all about, blood spilled for what.?

Keith Garrett

MY BOOK OF POEMS

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

Many beautiful and adventurous journeys 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 who 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

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