Not a clue of who he really was, his name not sure,

It is said he came from nowhere, a tall man of strength.

He spoke always in a manner of calm and peace,

You could not enrage him, a confident look upon his face.

Soft spoken words but a lethal weapon, you can be sure,

There is no record of him, a mystery from where he came,

He was very fast, he was there and then he was not.

He came from nowhere, a powerful man who did want peace,

In the end he stood tall, a trail of death he left, not evil was he.

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

He had everything, he could not see what he had,

More money than a man could spend forever,

His sins would cost him plenty, no money could fix.

Hurting his wife and daughter, broken hearts were theirs,

Through his deceit and crimes a lesson might be learned,

He did not learn as it was money and blackmail that prevailed.

He escaped his dirty deeds as false faces were worn with greed,

He still had everything but in the end a man and family had nothing.

Keith Garrett

THINGS I REMEMBER

The Summer heat, laughter and Ice cream cones,

Basketball, kickball, under a favorite tree with dreams.

Reading books, Cafeteria food and of course there was you,

Walking in the morning sun to school, before we were thirteen,

Elementary school, remember with me many Yorba Linda scenes.

Yearbooks and mad magazines, swimming pools and little league teams,

Stop N’ go on a bicycle for a coke, maybe a magazine, who knows,

Seven eleven and pinball, a pizza and maybe a Saturday show.

These things I remember from a beautiful town what is a lifetime ago,

We traveled many roads within the four seasons, we met at different schools,

Things I remember from within my mind, together these adventures with you.

Once you were a child, a teenager in the sun running wild, days so long ago,

Do you recall them dear friend, I wish that I could see you just once again.

We left shadows, a part of each and everyone of us back there in that special town,

We hung out and ran through the streets until our childhood sun went slowly down.

Keith Garrett

Innocently he walks in, a quiet night,

His thoughts are of the moment, he sits.

A cup of coffee as his eyes wander this place,

He is not comfortable as he watches those around.

There is little sound as he rests his weary mind,

Eyes are upon him but he will not understand why.

Approached by one he does not know, he reacts quickly,

Injured as he runs away, the wrong booth he found today.

Keith Garrett

Not material things such as we are so use to,

Money gets us throught each day, in some ways.

Clothing is a necessity created by the mortal man,

Television and shopping are not so important things.

What really matters are some different parts of life,

Will you be fortunate enough to love maybe just one.

Family so close is a hard battle for most, time separates,

Health and happiness are precious gifts to keep close,

What really matters is the kind of person you are

And how those around will one day remember you.

Keith Garrett

This world has changed but some things never do,

Just as the pioneers did and all life and lands before,

We live today in a much scarier world, gun in hand.

Weapons from the beginning of man, it is how we live,

Protect ourselves from the fear, what we can’not see.

Paranoia and the unknown live with us in our homes,

If not a gun in hand then always a thought, living as though.

In different ways we do, we all manage in such a way,

Our own gun in hand in this land in which we stand.

Keith Garrett

I am by myself, I can get lost in my thoughts,

I am one on my own, walking alone,

Quiet is observed behind the music I listen.

My path is my own, to anywhere I roam,

Life goes on all around my searching eyes.

When I walk alone I take in many stories,

I am the master of this time, these moments of mine,

When I walk alone then I feel much at home.

Keith Garrett

What were your thoughts, was this your plan,

Did you not like me, what a horrible deed you did.

I did not know you so why this evil in your head,

I guess it did not matter because now I am dead.

When you killed me you made it final, took away my life,

Will they ever find me, you made them cry in the night.

More than selfish or mean, a monster that only some see,

It is already to late when they come to see your face,

When you killed me you became less a part of the human race.

Keith Garrett

My days were once of a childhood, free from worry,

That which appeared to be so devastating not quite the same.

I saw myself playing in the dirt, carefree times with you,

Beyond the streets from where we lived, an adventure gone.

Where went yesterday, it went far away from where we sit,

A thought of before comes from all that I have been and seen.

It never comes back but from within our minds, a place of our own,

A thought of before, before I was here, before tomorrow comes.

Keith Garrett