I AM A BEE!

In the Spring and Summer, you’ll find me around,

Even In the Fall, I am found.

Flying and buzzing Is not the only thing that I do,

My love for making honey Is so very true.

My quest is not to sting, though my reputation Is this,

Just like you, to survive and be left alone Is my wish.

Many cousins’ to me In this world,

Different are they, this I will say.

They all slap at me, run away, and scream,

If only I could laugh then they would hear me.

What frightens’ them, I’m so small you see,

I’m tiny, I’m fragile, I’m only a bee.

Keith Garrett

HEART OF STONE

Beats this heart, a strong yet fragile organ,

A complicated mystery that gives and sustains life.

There is no love in the heart, an emotion, state of mind,

We like to believe that a person has a big heart, not a good thing.

Speaking physically and emotionally, there are two hearts,

That one in your chest and a beautiful spirit of it that beats in your soul.

Some have a bad heart, a black heart that is sick with evil,

A heart of pure gold rests with those so gentle and kind.

The hardened heart that is created within a lifetime of mistrust,

A heart of stone, a piece exists in my spirit now as I’ve been hurt,

Let it grow I will not, keep chipping away to a heart of love and care.

Keith Garrett

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOM

Do you turn eighty one beyond the sun, could this be,

If you do not ever again age, then younger you stay, always.

I saw you yesterday in a lifetime of reality, you were mom,

This birthday of yours is different, we celebrate on our own,

A card we create with words only in our hearts, a February thought.

A cake and toys, balloons were a fun time when once a little girl,

There will be only a phone call in birthday memories that passed.

You can be seen through your children’s eyes from past days,

Happy birthday! Mom, a celebration in a beautiful place.

Keith

ORPHANAGE

Lost inside within a place full of lives,

How many care that they are there?

Not a pretty sight by day or by night,

A smile fades as not a family rescues you this day.

The halls hold eyes that have wishes deep inside,

Bring us home, we need a father and mother of our own.

An orphanage is not a home, nor a place we should roam,

Take us from here, we pray that you may love us and hear.

Keith Garrett

THE FLOWING RIVER

I sit and watch the flowing river, the river runs away from me,

I’m here alone beneath the singing trees, the river flows into the sea.

Looking down upon the valley, the river flows between the rocks and me,

I watch the trees, the valley is seen, the flowing river is a forever dream.

The sun is setting upon all that is seen, I am life and the river is me,

I am not pretend as I have been forever, the flowing river flows through me.

Keith Garrett

REMEMBER THIS MAN

He lived in a time of war and pain,

A knight of a King, a warrior with a name,

On an island that rests across the sea,

Remember this man who fought in old England.

Centuries ago, stories of old, a time of blood,

Lived by the sword, a fighting man on a horse.

What was his name, does it matter this day,

Did he sacrifice, did this man make a change.

What was accomplished by the blood on his sword,

He killed for a king, a man on a throne.

Tears in his eyes, perhaps on the day he did die,

With his last breath did he ask forgiveness to the sky.

Keith Garrett

BEGINNING TO AN END

I had walked the streets in a certain town,

For so many years, familiar faces and sounds.

Everything I did, all that I knew very comfortable,

It was my home but now it has gone and ended indeed.

Once again in life, this is my new beginning, strange it is,

I feel lost, a strange place with faces unknown to me.

Street names are just that, only names but not recognized,

Strangers are only people who have not yet become friends.

My new home has neighbors who have not yet become known,

Street names I will memorize so I will not get lost and all alone.

I like my new yard, yesterday has made many a change,

I now have a spot where I can be alone, I hide from the insane.

There is life that traveled with me, some that I have left behind,

I swim in a pool, this is my new day, I heard some new voices, walk a new way.

I’m an inch away from heaven, a lifetime from where I belong,

I can hear my father calling me, In my head, there is always a song.

Beginning to an end, the world is for us not to really understand,

I am here where I am, this is my new beginning, I am where I stand.

Keith Garrett

LOST IN THE WILD

To step outside the world that I’ve known,

Leave it all behind and those who know me.

Off on a great journey to see it all,

Into the wilderness as if nothing else matters anymore.

To try things never tried before,

Experience life through a new open door.

Perhaps a fear of what lies ahead,

I trek across the land, survive if I can.

See many new things from my eyes,

Into the night I hear nature cry.

Not expecting never to go home again,

Lost in the wild is where my life ends.

Keith Garrett

FROM A CHILD’S MIND

The innocence of a child, we can see it every day while they run and play,

Close your eyes and think back, think hard to a place where once you were young.

Thinking as only a child may think and imagine the world as the perfect playground,

For the average, dreaming, child death is a lie, an imaginary story in a scary book.

Fairytales are a reality like living forever or as I did believe one hundred years was life,

As a young boy, I would lay down on the sidewalk feeling the warmth of the sun,

Listening to the airplanes fly high in the sky with my eyes closed, pretending many things.

From a child’s mind, it is a world of magic, rainbows, and that anything is possible exists,

Energy of a different kind is possessed, energy that an adult one day can not again find.

From a child’s mind, most things are simple, reason or logic has no place in their magical space,

The innocence and magic of a child will suddenly disappear into the adult world where the

Reality of survival, racism, hatred, and war will soon take their long ago Innocence far away.

Keith Garrett

“FORGIVE ME”

I was not created to be of perfection, I am flawed,

Do not expect more from me than you do of yourself.

Mistakes are mine of plenty, do not preach of my wrongdoings,

Look close into a mirror before you tell me of how I should be.

Forgive me for not being as great as you believe you are,

I am the mortal man, why is it you think you are better than me?

Sinned have I as hateful I have been to others, not the best one can be,

Try not to judge as hate is the best word in your vocabulary.

Forgive me fore I have not always done my best, words of anger,

Do not speak behind my back and describe what I need to be better,

Forgive me for not seeing the good in you, forgive me for not wanting you.

Keith Garrett