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.

MAY YOUR DAY ALWAYS BE THE BEST

Hear this as I may have never spoken these words before,

May your days be plenty with a long, and wonderful life ahead.

Awake each morning to all the hope and happiness there could be,

My thought is that God blesses all good things upon you as you see your day.

May stress be a forgotten enemy far away into yesterday,

May your days always be the best wherever you are.

Walking in the sunshine is something so fine,

Dream the things that may be a life changing possibility.

Laugh as much as you can, worry put aside for as much as you can,

Feel the cool breeze, love the warmth of the sun upon your face.

The best you can do is believe in yourself and never give up,

There may not always be a rainbow but the searching never stops.

May your days always be the best as you strive to find your way,

Day by day we can always take the time to hope and pray.

Keith Garrett

MAY I HAVE A DRINK OF WATER?

In search of water, will i have to travel any further,

The Summer is quite hot and i am very thirsty.

For granted we have taken the rain that fills the lakes,

See the lakes as they sink lower, a hole in the ground one day.

The waterfalls so beautiful fall down with cool splashes we see,

Watch as they trickle, drying up, no more will they be but a dream.

Rivers and streams are places of beauty that never cease to be,

Take a look as before your eyes they slowly dry and go forever away.

May i have a drink of water,? will it ever again rain, what happend to the rain,?

If ever again a cloud in the sky, pray that drops of water don’t pass us by.

Keith Garrett

SCHOOL ON THE HILL

I remember it well, the year was nineteen seventy two, Summer was coming.

My family and I had just moved to Yorba Linda, beautiful hills all around.

Not like most schools that are surrounded by crowded streets and boulevards.

This is a school that rests on a hill within only a neighborhood of houses and streets.

Peaceful as there were never any loud sirens, honking cars, or so much commotion.

Nineteen seventy two, were you there, do you remember things of the day?

Nothing can ever be the same as those days when we played at that school on the hill.

Who has a favorite song, a show, or a friend that rests in your thoughts from so long ago?

I watched as Mike Adams played basketball with Mr. Lorge and Mr. Perkins, yesterday,

Think do I about Ken Darcy and Brad Reese walking through the hall, where have they gone?

Hello! Bryan Martin as we played one on one before the setting sun so many years ago,

I watched the silly games that girls would play back before we were a young thirteen.

Diane Laberge, Mary Jane King, you were as young as a new Summer breeze,

There were many of you, I wonder what it is today that you do, tell me, where are you?

I watched as Mike Ludwig and Londa Tapia were two full of smiles and happiness,

We ran across the field at recess, Tim Tapia, where are you now? I watched you run.

My friend Bryan Martin, We played Basketball, one on one, school on the hill, we were one,

Glen Knoll was home to many, those were the days when we could run with the sun,

Do you remember Nation Ball, Dodgeball, Kickball, and when your time at this school was done?

We used to sit under a tree, my friends and me, today that tree is bigger than we used to be,

I remember when girls once played games on the stairs, a tune you would hear in the air.

There remain now ghosts and shadows from a long time ago, time has scattered us all,

They still run, children under the sun at a school on the hill, we all were there.

Who recalls fitness week back in the sixth grade, nineteen seventy three, seventy four?

Donna Esposito did very well in the standing long jump, Brad Gribble and three hundred

Situps back when life was a different way, I remember what many of you would say,

Some had left this world too early, others just yesterday, school on the hill is where we did play.

To all those who went there in the early seventies.

Keith Garrett