I remember you my friend, It’s been quite awhile,

You gave a grin but did not smile, there were many miles.

Running through the park, you did have a mind of your own,

Chasing the wind, free to bark at the birds, you would run.

Beige and white, a hound dog that would sleep by the bed at night,

Never have you been forgotten, when you went away it was hard,

Your pain was now gone, chasing birds in the wind would be forever.

Today I think of you as your name came suddenly to my mind,

” Cherokee” you were known all around, I remember your sound.

Keith Garrett

Taken for granted the treasures of life,

Gifts from god bestowed upon the mortal man.

All that he dreams is for our eyes to see,

Health and happiness, love of those whom in return hope for love.

A fearful weight upon ones shoulders, pain in the mind, worries of the day,

A message that sickness may have fallen upon your lap.

So afraid that the weight of it being possible that has made it so real inside,

Material belongings are of no real value when it comes to the thought

That the end may be near, of not another breath.

Treasures of life are the health that you keep,

Happiness created by only you, too earn and cherish the love of as many

Family members and friends in a lifetime.

Gifts from god are your own choices to make,

Free to wander the earth, too witness all of its mystery and beauty.

In a moment we are given life, in a moment we leave this world,

Taken for granted things we must over and over learn,

A lesson not forgotten, a lesson well learned.

Keith Garrett

The devils eyes have a face that lies,

It smiles at you with promises so false.

Giving you gifts of sinful things,

Changing your appearance, a picture of greed and evil.

It taunts you into believing that bad is good,

Material belongings are most precious, love not kind.

Stand and be recognized, a face that lies,

Don’t stare in the eyes of what does not cry.

Accept not a wish, not a gift from a demon spirit,

Give not of yourself, in an instance he’ll own your soul.

A face that lies has many by his side,

They walk as you walk, do not be fooled, this is no heavenly stroll to the sky.

Keith Garrett

I see the trees standing in the sky,

The cars go by as I watch from high.

Walking people going here and there,

Sometimes I wonder if they’re happy or in pain.

Do I really care when from the balcony I stare,

Without a name, to me they are not there.

The wind I feel as I am looking everywhere,

The sky is hazy, a quiet moment is where I am.

From inside I watch through the window,

The balcony is there, quietly I don’t really care what is out there.

Keith Garrett

Fact or a fantasy, like the wishing, neverending thought that we can

Climb up and follow that mysterious rainbow to a magical land.

A four leaf clover, that search for the little green grass of hope,

Wish upon a star, will It get you far, blow out the candles,

Did you get that which you closed your eyes for.

Drink from the fountain, first you must search the world,

Reality or a myth, could this be true, did god place upon this earth

The fountain of life, Is It possible somewhere hidden contains a fountain so true.

How can this be a possibility fore It Is said that all will someday die,

If so true then god put It In a place where no man would ever venture to.

Keith Garrett

Late eighteen hundreds in the North somewhere,

A young boy by the name of Solomon had a life.

From Virginia, Mississippi, his family traveled,

An older brother and of course a loving mother.

A father of no more but remembered and loved,

Together they worked a piece of land, all they had.

No longer slaves but yet enslaved in their world,

Solomon had a dream to learn and become something.

He ran away, saw the reality of what a brother had said,

He would have to go back home for now, work the field,

A boy by the name of Solomon still dreamed, grew to be.

Keith Garrett

FIRE STORM

Like a tornado it appears suddenly, out of nowhere it attacks,

Burning heat that rages on a path of destruction without remorse.

Visible fire, a monster that with its touch can make life disappear,

With the help of natural wind this creation man made or not builds strength.

It consumes without fear, tireless, always hungry as it makes its way anywhere,

Smoke fills the sky, dark, thick, smoke travels upward into the atmosphere.

The birds fly, watch as the animals run with great fear through the hills of flame,

Survival is the only game being played today, the losers will forever go away.

Fire storm, Destroys does it a piece of our beautiful world with every attack,

Sometimes forever gone, healing of the land takes so long, scars are never gone.

Keith Garrett

“FENCES”

God created heaven and earth so that we could live together,

I was thinking as i walked down the street, i looked at a fence,

Touching it with my hands i realized a man would have to climb,

To get to the other side he would have to go beyond where was legal.

This is my space!, you can’t come near it, since the beginning of time,

The world was meant to share, be free to roam, we started building fences.

Around our land, fences to keep others out and mark our territory,

It’s all been broken up into pieces, always a fight that leads to war.

How can any one man or nation own a piece of the sky, stay away they say,

Beyond the sky, do we all have a right to it or is it claimed by the powerful.

Stay away from here!, this is my ocean, be warned or we go to war, do you hear.?

No drink of water for you, someone else owns this lake, river, or stream,

Dirt is not free anymore, there’s a price to be paid, money to be made.

Be careful as soon the air we breathe will not be free, who takes charge i wonder,

If we lived as one and shared the land, there would be room for every soul and man.

Keith Garrett

Anger, so much mistrust for the world, he’s angry,

That which he can’not control, bothers him so.

Nothing wrong with letting it out, control is what it’s about,

Angry at that which has passed, let this go, an angry man knows.

Feeling at times the universe has let him down, the fire rages,

Inside he feels the water boil, what to do when there’s no place to run.

He pounds his fists against the stone wall, thoughts of vengeance stir,

Get even is one of many stories made from a mans angry mind.

An angry man does not see the road clearly, thinking is altered,

Eats him up inside, wasted energy but how is he to do it right.?

He has been wronged, he is an angry man and needs a smart plan,

An angry man he can be, can an angry man soon find his peace.

Keith Garrett

A little bit different, a lonely child was she,

Her mother so out of touch, a young girls misery.

Shy and feeling so alone, not much of a happy home,

She did not fit in at school, something else about her.

They would tease and torment her, watch as her anger grew,

A sad situation for a girl who trusted very few.

The hurt in her heart would never mend, soon the end,

So different was she, this child no more to be.

Keith Garrett