MORE THAN A THEORY

I can see the world crumbling, weighed down by evil,

It’s overpowering the good and can be seen in many ways.

Will the world soon disappear or change its ways,

More than a theory are many things I think,

Assassinations and lies to the people are a reality.

John Wilkes Boothe did not act alone, I don’t think so,

James Earl Ray, was he really alone on that sad day,

Lee Harvey Oswald, who were the rest, what were their names?

Sirhan Bishara Sirhan, did he act alone, will we ever know,

More than a theory, so many lies, unanswered questions,

More than a theory, corruption and guilty lies.

Keith Garrett

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

MONSTER OUTSIDE YOUR DOOR

It watches, loiters around your home, many faces,

Be careful as this stranger will attempt to get in.

Monster outside your door? what do you think,

Outside your door goes much farther than is thought.

It extends far and wide, every direction it lives and hides,

Beware as you wander, keep your eyes on what’s around the corner,

From somewhere it is there with an ugly stare.

Keith Garrett

MISUNDERSTOOD

Sometimes the way I walk and a way I talk is noticed,

My words out loud are not always poetry spoken.

A look upon my face is perhaps seen as an angry glare,

To be safe is not always a smile shown, a distance kept.

Trust a little, just enough so that I am not fooled or taken,

Misunderstood I know I am, a judgment without knowledge.

Misunderstood as an appearance does not tell of who I am,

An impression to be observed, not always a story known.

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 cannot 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

MICHAEL,

LITTLE BOY LOST

So young when daddy expected you to be a man,

The world wanted you so away was taken a boys childhood.

Sent down from heaven, a special gift to share with the world,

Your name would be Michael, a story for you to tell.

Little boy, little boy, a smile so bright on your face,

Happiness and peace desired for this human race.

With magical energy, you danced around the world,

Songs from the heart, Michael! you’ve gone away.

As you grew up you learned to be a child,

Bringing joy to those children who had not a smile.

Little boy lost, now you’ve been found,

Dancing and singing beyond the stars far away.

A smile and some laughter remembered on a face,

Michael, dear Michael you are home, in heaven, you rest.

Keith Garrett

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My memories are all the words that you have said to me,

And all the happiness of your delightful company.

The pleasure of each evening in the gleam of candlelight,

The picture of a mystic moon and silver stars at night.

They are the morning glories and the hills that seem to rise,

When dawn is like a dreamland and the sun adorns the skies.

My memories remember you, the moment that we met,

And all the songs and kisses that I never can forget.

The hours and the flowers and the time we had to part,

And every little secret that I whispered to your heart.