THINKING OF MAN

Wow!, think about it, everyone has changed just as the times have changed,

Way back in time when food had to be hunted for daily, appreciation for a bite.

Today fast food on every corner that is slowly killing all around the world,

When we don’t finish our plates then we simply toss it away, down the drain.

There was a time when a man could drink from a lake or stream, refreshing,

Today without an intelligent thought it is perhaps for a dollar polluted water.

Way back in the west, many places in fact, a body could rest their weary head

Under a tree, make camp and sleep, hunt, have some peace without a stare,

We come to the future where a person is now labeled homeless, we stare.

Loitering and vagrancy are the words used, no sleeping, hard to survive,

Move along it will be said to the one who dares to be free and live in peace.

It’s come to where neighbors fighting and the sounds of sirens are the way,

Nature is screamed at, a burden to many as they make their beautiful sounds in the day.

Trash in the streets but that’s okay, another will clean it if they come this way,

Thinking of man, this way of the future, we now pay a price for water, air, and even dirt.

Keith Garrett

THESE THINGS I DREAM

Within myself thinking of a place in another reality,

What lies around me may be a different consciousness.

This state of mind as I am not awake, floating, floating,

I see a world like never have I imagined before, I see.

Visions sent to my brain, pictures of stories past or future,

These things I dream, a mystery from an eternity.

Keith Garrett

RISE UP!

Anywhere and everywhere the enemy hides throughout the world,

They are not counted as their number is growing in silence.

They are of sick minds as they plot, attack, and steal lives from family,

Their belief that they are heaven bound for killing is a false belief, a fantasy.

Terrorism of any kind deserves a train ride to hell as it has no color,

Something has been so wrong in this world since the dawn of man.

Rise up!, together we need to stand on our feet, join hands around the world,

It is a really scary thing but we are all in trouble, dangerous times are here.

A story not so pretty, the sun still shines on our everyday but we must see it all,

In between the beauty and our everyday dreams remains echoes of a worlds screams.

Never can we allow ourselves to be fooled by that which we read or the big speech,

Rise up all people and question the lies that are told and don’t be easily deceived.

Keith Garrett

THEIR SHOPPING FACES

Approach do i that familiar place where food is much needed,

Headphones ready as i enter that always different shopping experience.

Sometimes i feel calm as i wander on my mission to succeed and leave,

A gathering of people, all going their own way, searching for tonights supper.

Amazing it is the minds of those whom can figure it out and others so lost,

On their cell phones standing in the middle of isles without a clue, simply rude.

Excuse me i say as i move their cart for them, they stare and look away,

I watch their faces, not all are this way but many seem either angry or don’t care.

Here we go, the best part of the adventure is when we reach the line, wondering,

Which one to get in, I see the many expressions of frustration and in a rush.

The problem is when it’s their turn then they are never ready, talking on the phone,

Amazing as they can’t find their money, forgot how to use a card, to write a check.

These things as i listen to my music praying for a miracle that will save me from this,

The next time you go to the store take a look around, so much to laugh at, their shopping faces.

Keith Garrett

THE BULLY

He has a name, lives does he in a neighborhood, maybe yours,

You have met him before, perhaps a lifetime ago in school, he still lives.

He knows of many people and he’ll meet many more, not a friend is he,

I saw him once before, not in a dream but in my childhood reality.

More than one time did I meet him, he thought he was special as

He followed me through my younger days or waited for me to get to school.

He never goes away fore he is the cowardly bully whom waits everyday,

Always seeking out the weak, scared, and usually the peaceful one.

The bully torments until his weakness and cowardly ways are found out,

Although he will lose his power, again he is born with another face.

I still to this day see the bully and he has many faces of ugliness,

He can no longer touch me, He knows I’m not afraid.

The bully goes to far and each day he disappears.

Keith Garrett

TEACH ME TO LEARN

At times the words are heard inside, the sentences scrambled,

Easy to say yes! I understand, Harder to know the meaning of what’s said.

We cannot do the work, if we are not shown how to perform,

If we do not get the picture then we do not comprehend.

Teach me to learn so that I may understand and a lesson is mine,

From a thought to a word, a sentence is formed, I do hear.

Practice with my ears and mind to overcome an obstacle,

A disability to conquer, teach me to learn, I will understand.

Keith Garrett

TALK TO HIS HEART

Speak words that are truly felt from inside, he will listen,

Hear what you have to say is what he will do when you open up.

It might appear that he is not there anywhere but speak your words,

Talk to his heart and he will hear you, know will he of your love and faith.

Talk to his heart and he will reach out to you, quietly as he seems so far away,

He’s in a different place right now, a much different state of mind.

Talk to his heart and a heart will in return say many loving things back,

Talk to his heart, two hearts connected from separate places.

Keith Garrett

TAKE SUPPER WITH ME

The sun was setting, shadows stretched out beyond the hills,

A breeze suddenly came forcing leaves from the ageing trees.

Chilly on this night as a pile of wood rests waiting for a warm fire,

A roof over this mans head, supper on the stove, and a bed to call my own.

Step out do I to have a smoke from my pipe, relaxing while a meal is cooking,

I see in the distance a stranger with body movement of desperation, pacing.

Examine the situation do I as this most lonely, scared person, loiters,

Call to him I do, are you okay!, i watch as this soul looks my way,

Be weary of strangers I  think to myself but there is no worry here.

Come in out from the cold and take supper with me, it’s your choice,

I was taking a chance, in the end the chance I took changed someones life.

Keith Garrett

STRANDED ON THE MOON

Left here for a while, what is needed lay at my side,

There is no air but the gift of breath is with me now.

From this place it is that the universe is alive,

In all directions everything created is before these eyes.

Comets zoom by with the greatest of speed,

Stars are bright, everyday appears as night.

Asteroids are somewhere out there, everywhere,

I sit here stranded on the moon among the cosmos.

The sun is so bright with fire, burning in the dark,

The only thing i cannot see is heaven, where are you.?

The earth is spinning faster than i have ever imagined it to,

Like a dream to see the oceans’ and a world not so big

Compared to what is seen from here.

Keith Garrett

STANDING IN THE RAIN

It was dark, I glanced out of the window and saw him,

Tall with dark hair, a sweatshirt soaked from the falling rain.

Why was he out there, by a tree he stood watching the rain fall,?

Clouds of many, darkness was everywhere, he stood drenched.

I wasn’t going to open the door as I was curious but a little scared,

Was I mean for not showing care, He was a stranger, why was he there.?

Standing In the rain, where did he come from, what was his name,?

Good or bad, I did not care, I walked away and left him standing In the rain.

Keith Garrett