“GRANDPA”

Let me tighten your brains, he would say,

I’ll give you a wallop, this way he would play.

Memories of a man, a dear and wise soul,

Italian all the way, left and went away some time ago.

A player of the cards, a trick or to win the game,

He worked in the shipyard, hard at it everyday.

Born in nineteen eighteen, Louis John Cordischi,

Remember with me, grandpa Louie,

He has a home in heaven, shared with loved ones today.

As I write these words of a man far away,

I see his face and his smile, his voice heard by me.

Keith Garrett

DISMANTLING OF AMERICA

History is a big part of the world, It will be always,

Good or bad we do learn from all that has happened.

There are reminders all over the planet of great things,

Discoveries, accomplishments that came with sacrifice.

There are statues and monuments throughout this land,

So many whiners offended by everything now, makes me sick.

Take down statues, disrespect cemeteries, get rid of all memories,

Every piece of art, paintings, wars, and battles make us who we are,

These are reminders of hard times and great achievements by many.

Is anyone offended by all the nuclear bombs all over the world, I am,

Can we start removing those today, too much crying over silly, not so important stuff.

There’s a war right here in America, hate towards each other, plenty of violence,

The dismantling of America is now moving faster, it comes in many forms,

The people of this country are doing it to themselves, we don’t need any help.

Keith Garrett

GOD’S 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

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

FROM YESTERDAY

Your voice was heard from yesterday,

echoing my friend, memories of a time and play.

Where did you go, lost from my life,

After thirty years, i heard you one night.

We walked the streets side by side, you and i,

Boys of mischief with dreams in our eyes.

From me to you, a best friend listened to again,

Once upon a Summer, barefoot in the wind.

From yesterday I could hear the voice of a friend,

Many miles into life, I hear once again.

We can’t get back those days gone by,

The gift of a chance for a friend and I.

Remember two boys from a long time ago,

They walked the streets, today they still dream.

Keith Garrett

WHEN WORLDS COLLIDE

Men are In charge of our world, Ignorance in suits,

Like children they bicker, should be sent to their rooms,

Bigger than a child who forgets to get a chore done.

Could a child do a better job, evil they would not understand,

Those whom control power are playing with our lives.

When worlds collide we fight over territory, who with bigger muscles,

This be a dangerous situation as strength is a bad motivation.

God made this world, when did we decide that we were more powerful?

With our childish minds we will destroy what has been created without care.

Men stand with differences, agendas more important than the end of the world,

What we want more than money or fame, we want it all, destruction is coming to us all.

Keith Garrett

LOST INSIDE

He woke one morning to a day not so different from another,

His wife so beautiful, three daughters smiling to the morning.

A flight on a plane would change forever a man’s world,

How is it possible to survive alone and in silence after this hell?

Pretending this never happened as pictures are placed in front of your eyes,

Reminders that they have died as these frozen scenes keep them alive.

Lost Inside with not a peaceful place to hide, a father alone in an empty home,

Tuning out the world as the world decided not to leave this man alone.

His family has died, he is silently screaming on the Inside, no tears to cry,

Lost Inside, a friend and a new smiling face will again change his life.

Keith Garrett

FROM WHERE I SIT

Ahead in front of me I gaze at a sight,

Of a world of wonders, not always fright.

I see the good that has been upon us blessed,

Maybe taken for granted by all at one time.

Seeing at times like a soul with no eyes,

Listen again with my ears, to hear what’s around.

Opening my mind to now focus on what’s to see,

Much love around me there is to be.

Too understand all that’s been good,

And put away in the distance any bad as I should.

Things that are from where I sit.

Keith Garrett

FROM THESE EYES SEEN

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 MIRROR

What do you see when you peek at me, for a lifetime you’ve seen,

I wait as each time you appear, we grow older together with the years.

You stare and dream as thoughts from your mind are the same in me,

The morning awakes you, come see the mirror, do you see, do you see.

You’ve studied me closely, at times wondering who I am, understand,

I am the same as you, a man searching within himself, always searching.

From the mirror you gaze into these eyes, are you so surprised,

Do you think I do not know whom it is you really are, I know you.

There are those moments I wish not to see you, not here you,

Not think at all or too fe.el the same pain that haunts you,

From the mirror thoughts of a man, a piece of one man.

Keith Garrett