GODS MIRACLE

He seemed to have dropped from the sky,

No memory or thought of an earlier time.

A gift he had, a gift from God,

The gentle giant with a loving heart.

Guilty of nothing but judged just the same,

A healing hand, a gift with a burden.

His name was John, a miracle of God,

A sentence of death although a good man.

Soon he would die, a chance to be set free,

The gift that he had made him tired and weak.

But how could one of gods miracles be of any evil sort,

His name was John, never did he do anything wrong,

One of gods miracles has died and gone.

Keith Garrett

GLOVES ON HIS HANDS

He trains on his own, a hard and painful, lonely, road,

Up with the sun, a day that’s never done.

A boxing man, at times, beaten and battered,

Win or lose, he’ll give it all that he can.

Blood is his sacrifice, swollen knuckles, and hands,

Stands and faces the enemy, twelve rounds if he can.

Knocked to the canvas, back on his feet is this man,

Eyes that are half closed, strength of a warrior.

This chosen life, a courageous man with gloves on his hands,

A champion, a winner no matter the outcome.

Keith Garrett

GETTING BACK HOME

So badly have I wanted to go back to where I belong,

A house in a place where friends once visited and played.

Going back where everything has changed, nothing the same,

There are times when all dream about making that trip back.

It’s never the same when you try to go away back in time,

Getting back home, so many times we wish, but where is home.?

A fantasy in our minds as time moves forward and we journey on,

We can travel back and see it for what it is but only in our thoughts of yesterday.

Getting back home, home is today, where we stand, older as we continue to dream.

Keith Garrett

FUNERAL FOR ONE

Life is lived to its fullest having friends who last a lifetime

The people you meet along the street, throughout school and beyond.

Co- workers known for such a long while, do you make them laugh and smile,

What mark, what lasting Impression will you leave upon the world.

Will there be those who will really care enough to be there for those moments,

We always hope that family is the most important of all from beginning to end.

The sad fact being that a lifetime can add scars and create a wedge between,

At times family and friends may, unfortunately, drift apart and not return.

Sometimes we do make amends before in our lives too late it is,

That’s not always the reality of things as regrets are for everyone.

If it’s not too late then visit, call on the phone, don’t die alone,

This is not the way you should go away, not a send off for you,

Funeral for one is not much love shown for anyone.

Keith Garrett

FROM THESE EYES SEE

What do I dream, look into my eyes, what do I see,

To you are my eyes beautiful, what do your eyes see.?

My eyes shine in the light, they’re a color of brown,

A face I wear but you do not see, you will not see me.

From these eyes seen are amazing and wonderful things,

In my time there have been tears shown to you, why.?

These eyes take in all that will appear before them,

Do you know me, have you seen me before.?

Keith Garrett

FROM THE DARKNESS

There’s a sound, stare into the darkness,

Footsteps are there, listen to the crunching of leaves.

What’s in the dark,? can you see that it’s real,

Does it watch you as you try to see, can it smell your fear.?

From the darkness, it moves closer but much too dark,

Out of the darkness it is you who cannot step.

Feel it as you know it is there, you know that it stares,

Your eyes are open but only for you, darkness is everywhere.

What is it that haunts the one who lives in the dark,?

Could it be all the sounds that you do not see?

From the darkness, you cannot wander,

From the darkness, you cannot be.

Keith Garrett

WHEN YOU WENT AWAY

Hey! Mom, I remember you from yesterday,

Today you are in another place, a different space.

Wherever you are, near or far, peace rests with you,

When you went away, with you went your special face.

I once saw you on a rainy day, you were gone before the sun went away,

You are kept alive with all that I write, forever walk at my side.

Mom, I did not see you enough as for granted we take, a price we pay,

Thinking you would forever be, a fantasy from a child I once did see.

Keith Garrett

FROM OUT OF MY WINDOW

I gazed outside at a bird on a limb,

So many clouds made my light very dim.

The things I see are not so new,

From out of my window, a simple view.

I stand here watching as time goes by,

I listen for the sound, I can hear nature cry.

The wind passes by, through the trees It blows,

Stare out at the night, watch as the moon glows.

As day becomes night and the night turns to day,

Time does not stand still but from out of my window

I see things my own way.

Keith Garrett

FROM A CHILDS 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 childs 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

FROM 18 UNTIL THIS DAY

Much younger was I back when the sun rose much higher in the sky,

Still but a teenager as once a thought that I might have been a man.

When I was eighteen I was going to the beach, dreaming about life ahead,

Long blonde hair and searching for that always wanted Summer tan.

The sun begins to move west and I go beyond those teen years,

I follow the sun, it looks down upon me each morning then I chase it.

I walk the road, I live my life, the sun travels further than I can run,

The more I follow then the older I seem, I have dreamed, no more eighteen.

I am older than some friends once were, older than a father gone far away,

From 18 until this day I have changed in different ways, the sun now halfway.

Keith Garrett