HER NAME BE LISA

I sit here on a weekly basis visiting her, the green grass beneath me,

Life goes on all around but In between a piece of land that rests quietly.

It holds those whom have passed on, whom rest peacefully In the great beyond,

This Is such a beautiful spot where the dead lay silently beneath the aging trees.

I can feel the wind upon my skin as It Is seen with branches moving musically,

The slightly clouded sky moves along forever as forever this will be her grave sight.

Her name be Lisa as It will be always carved In stone, I sit here while she Is forever gone,

A place she goes, somewhere, where It Is only the peacefully departed shall ever know.

This place where I sit, a memorial to them, to her so that all will be remembered by some,

I know that she rests not here beneath a grave stone with her name upon It, she’s gone.

Physically It Is as close as can be, does she know I am here, she sleeps always In my heart,

Her name be Lisa, she once had life here as I still live on without her, one day our souls will meet.

Keith Garrett

Sometimes to recall childhood days are lost with what life takes away, A bicycle of color sits for years until its age is seen through cobwebs so clear. A shed or a box of stored away and at times …

Source: RUST FROM TIME

BACK TO YESTERDAY

There was a place, many places of my yesterday,

Far back in a place of snowy woods, a child so young.

Superman, batman, bicycle, and a tree swing once was,

Remembering the summer sun where a small boy would run.

Back to yesterday, another town to roam around, I found,

Headed for the future as my thoughts travel to a yesterday,

As life and time move ahead, cobwebs are more where I began.

I have moved, aged in a few different ways, tomorrow always has a yesterday,

My eyes open to a miracle morning, miracle being another day.

Keith Garrett

HER FACE NOT SEEN

Not a voice heard, her face not seen, mean as the sea,

Not of reality as she pretends just as a bad actress does.

Roams does she in her make believe little world not to be,

She sits on a throne in her fairytale home, what a show.

Her face is never seen by me as she flies on her broomstick of lies,

Feeds does she upon the pain and suffering of those whom dream.

Make not a mistake fore her Mary poppins world is just as fake,

She hides her low self esteem behind a colored rainbow she creates,

Awake sleepy head, leave your make believe land there in your bed.

Keith Garrett

HELLO! DAD

It has been quite awhile since last I saw your smile,

I remember you back there on a cool, Fall day, you could not stay.

Seven years old this boy, a dad not so old, you should have stayed home,

I say hello in a most different way, not the way it was when I sat on your lap,

Not the same as when we went to the park, watched television before bed.

My thoughts are of a yesterday before you could no longer say hello,

A vegetable garden recalled, model airplanes together, medals I held.

A flag that has disappeared, material belongings lost with the years,

What I have left are some pictures, your words written, and memories,

So, I thought I would take a moment to say hello! dad, you are not forgotten.

Keith Garrett

HEAVEN’S TEARS

A miracle this must be, is it tears of joy,

Tears for the world, do they cry for what is seen?

Something so needed, necessary to sustain life,

Heaven’s tears are that which is needed to clean,

For the rivers too flow, fish live and nature moves along.

The oceans are there, waterfalls continue on a path of beauty,

Lakes fill with water, trees and shrubs need drops from the sky,

Heaven’s tears remain the food of life, do not cry and we will die.

Keith Garrett

HEARTBEAT OF THE WORLD

From within, the earth rumbles, there’s heated liquid like blood,

Beating as a heart beats, energy and life, power inside a complicated world.

Rise to the surface, thoughts and wisdom, to learn becomes the brain not seen,

The flowing wind and air stands to be the breath, lungs of the land.

The moon that rests beyond the sky, the stars and planets that watch up high,

The eyes of the world could only be our creator god invisible to our sight.

Is it sadness in the world or tears of joy that make the sky cry,

A sacrifice as the water drops fall sustaining life and keeping beauty in sight.

Everything hears everything, ears of the land are everywhere,

The world lives as we live, take for granted and many things can do us in.

Keith Garrett

Leave behind the concrete jungle and everyday expectations, Step out of your work shoes and into another frame of mind. Away from the pain and sorrow of what a love destroys, Your heart and mind, l…

Source: INTO THE WOODS

IT AIN’T DYING I’M TALKIN’ ABOUT

He was blinded, a deep anger to hide his true feelings about the past,

Wasting precious time hiding from a young man, a certain truth to be told.

This ranger who spent his life by the law protecting and ridding the bad from his world,

A son who every day was close to him but had not a clue that this man with a badge was dad.

A friend for life, he fought and laughed each day by his side, they talked of life and dreams,

His son would learn of his connection to a father but not spoken from a fathers stubborn lips.

Talking about the end , a fact that all would die, something would someday take us away,

Hard times in a cruel, violent, world where a mans life for many reasons would be cut short.

Death for these friends and rangers was witnessed throughout their lives on many a trail,

Two men so different as they were in ways much the same, philosophy and stories told by a fire.

It ain’t dying i’m talkin’about, this friend with a zest for life, a man who tried to see the beauty of the day,

It’s living! to awake each morning with the breath of life my friend, take in every moment until the end.

Keith Garrett

HEART OF STONE

Beats this heart, a strong yet fragile organ,

A complicated mystery that gives and sustains life.

There is no love in the heart, an emotion, state of mind,

We like to believe that a person has a big heart, not a good thing.

Speaking physically and emotionally, there are two hearts,

That one in your chest and a beautiful spirit of it that beats in your soul.

Some have a bad heart, a black heart that is sick with evil,

A heart of pure gold rests with those so gentle and kind.

The hardened heart that is created within a lifetime of mistrust,

A heart of stone, a piece exists in my spirit now as I’ve been hurt,

Let it grow I will not, keep chipping away to a heart of love and care.

Keith Garrett