DEAD MINDS

They go nowhere as their days are wasted,

From dawn until dusk they are in a bad way.

With all of their waking hours thoughts are formed,

Survival is a tiring adventure for those with dead minds.

They are going nowhere as they hope for only somewhere,

They move from here to there but accomplish little in despair.

There are dead minds of many a kind, wasting time,

The sun goes up and the sun moves around before it goes down,

They get lost with time, dead minds pass us by, all around.

Keith Garrett

DAYS IN A FOG

Lost I have felt for some days in a fog,

Something to make me feel better does not work.

This battle has been mine for some years gone by,

To stop one and to start another is not so free.

Foreign substance does change a life but not always nice,

Saving myself from a pain and fear I do sacrifice.

Days in a fog have been a recent thing that must pass,

I have not been the same since I took what they gave.

Everything has stopped as I can not see my way,

Altered has been my daily being, I will find my way to light.

Keith Garrett

DAYDREAMER

Forever lost in thought, imagination running wild,

Always wondering about things that can be, things to see.

Possibilities are endless in a mind that dreams,

Reality is a constant but a daydreamer can escape

And see what he wants to be.

At times a story of fantasy is his dream,

Knows when to open his eyes.

See what’s in front of him,

Never lose sight of that which can really be.

A daydreamer takes a break to catch his breath,

To imagine and understand what is and what is not.

There is faith and hope in his eyes,

Nothing so wrong as to dream, to keep one’s self alive.

Keith Garrett

HE HAD A DREAM

He used to be, he walked as a man,

Growing up as a child, harder than one could have imagined.

With strength and courage, he stood for the fight,

So many against him as he marched for what’s right.

At times so scary to speak what you believe,

Most just complain, Oh! not he.

It took a demon, the devil in disguise,

To take from him what he told from inside.

He was once a boy but grew to become a man,

To tell of his cause as he walked with the people hand, in hand.

His name was Martin Luther King,

He was not forgotten because of an ignorant man’s bullets ring.

He had a dream,

He was a man,

His dream is alive. Keith Garrett

DAWN TO DUSK

I say good night to you, my love and then I dream of you,

Until another day arrives and life begins anew.

I say good morning in the dawn and greet you with a smile,

Too thank you for the many ways you make the world worth while.

Your ever soft and soothing words that calm my wildest fears,

Your fond, forgiving nature when I bring you only tears.

The happy songs you sing to me with courage in your heart,

And your endearing letters when we have to be apart.

You are my hope and vision and my faithful, guiding light,

In every bright good morning, love, and every sweet good night.

Leon Russell Garrett

MY FATHER

” DARKNESS”

Beauty exists within it, things we cannot see,

It brings to me peace and solitude, I feel at ease.

The less I see brings me a calmness not felt by day,

Darkness can be such a scary place or peaceful.

There are those whom must live with darkness,

Some are however in a darkened place.

Darkness is a friend to others and foe to another,

Darkness holds something for each in this world.

Keith Garrett

DARKNESS IN AMERICA

Hatred, sickness plots against our homeland, they’re coming,

They’re here in this land, they don’t hide as their faces are seen.

Work with you they do, maybe a smile as they pass you by,

As good people they come in from all sides, they don’t have to sneak.

They step from planes with passports and go about their day,

Cruise do these monsters with no morals on ships, welcome to our home.

We have darkness from sea to shining sea, borders are without safety,

They come from there just as they are over there from here, grow with fear.

A flag they plan to replace with a flag that waves for over two hundred years,

Their message is clear, they say it with the murders of our people, we don’t care.

As they become stronger with power and weapons we sit and wonder but it’s real,

What’s really going on, can we trust anybody anywhere, we hope, don’t think so.

Darkness in America is growing fast, you can see it as the sun shines bright,

Pray that a day does not come when our children need to carry a gun in their hand.

Keith Garrett

CURTAIN CALL

The last hurrah, the very last dance,

Say goodbye for the final time.

It’s time to turn out the lights,

Fade away, fade to black, not coming back.

The last words ever spoken, a final cry,

A last page in a book, the final chapter.

The hourglass is now empty,

Close the door and say goodnight.

This is your curtain call, the end of this life,

Till we meet again beyond the lit stars of the night.

Keith Garrett

CROSSING OVER

I lived yesterday, it was a different year, an ending to many things,

Some don’t stop as they are ongoing beyond those past days.

I went to bed last night falling asleep as the clock ticked away,

When the clock struck twelve I was somewhere in a dream.

Crossing over into tomorrow, another year without me,

Some would say I missed the New year but I couldn’t stay behind.

Is it a different year or merely a changing date on a calendar we made,

Is it possible to be left behind if we don’t accept the changing times.?

Will I be lost in yesterday as I don’t believe in that which the world holds today,

We are here together on this new day, we go forth from here and pray,

Crossing over into a new year, a barrier broken or just a continuing journey.

Keith Garrett

THE FACES WE WEAR

Take a look once in a while, slow down, stare into their faces,

Do you wonder If they see your look on a certain day, are you okay?

I’m not talking about the way you frown or the smile that’s loud,

I’m talking about the reality when you turn back around.

I’ve seen what walks in front of me, I’ve seen you but I’ve seen me,

We wear faces of today, we wear also our faces of shame.

The faces we wear are a collection of a lifetime of love and pain,

What we have lost, beautiful things we have gained.

Keith Garrett