From a beginning it is that lies are told,

Deception has a dirty face that never comes clean.

Hidden agenda’s, masks are worn to deceive others,

Also hide the true self until maybe one day discovered.

Torn apart are loved ones who did trust and were then lost,

One who did believe in the worth of a friend then discarded.

Torn apart not only from thoughts of regret but damage done,

Too be of sorrow but that which can never be changed, live with it,

Torn apart from heart too heart, are things falling apart?

Sent down from heaven, an angel in disguise,

When once he was alive, a man with a name.

A mission from god, an assignment of much worth,

Too help the common man, a chance for mankind.

In some ways a lonely path, this spirit on a mission,

A faith so real as he attempts too guide the mortal being.

This angel that once walked an earthly path walks again,

Roam a land where possibly once taken for granted.

A mission from god to help man better understand,

Don’t take for granted while you still have a chance.

Keith Garrett

From the top, high above we stare out at the openness,

So far around and very far down, this hole in the world.

Such an amazing sight, from the light of the moon and stars,

When the sun comes up we will travel by mule down below.

The bottom of the world created from so many years of flowing water,

Down we go below, to another land of life within a world.

Mountains lying down, a name given so long ago, beauty below,

The bottom of the world where the wind still blows, life grows.

Keith Garrett

Are they out there somewhere beyond the earth,

Do they study us as we sleep, what do you think?

What happens behind closed doors, we have an idea,

But what closed doors are worse than another?

Does it really happen? yes it does, they spy from within,

The dollar exchanges hands in every land, good and bad.

They’re taken and sold, disappear without a trace,

Money to be gained in any type of place.

Does it really happen? don’t close your eyes to the day,

I’m not trying to be of a cynical mind but something is coming our way.

Keith Garrett

Thank you mother for the life I have,

Not a memory have I when you first Gave me life.

You saw that i was not hungry, held me close in the night,

Dressed me and made sure that everything was alright.

You listened as I spoke my first words,

Helped as I learned to crawl and walk.

You rocked me to sleep singing a song,

Were there when I was hurt, taught me right from wrong.

If I did not listen then shame on me,

If I did not learn from you, such a tragedy.

Thank god you’re still my mother,

Sometimes taken for granted you see,

You are my mother and that’s why i’m me.

Keith Garrett

It holds many doors, different roads to choose from,

Chances are taken as we turn the page.

Life is an adventure, different chapters are written,

Only can it be wasted if we stand still to long,

Moving into the future, playing a different game.

We must read from different books,

Experience different tastes of another type of food.

We leave behind people and things, sometimes we must let go,

Carrying into the future our memories or lessons learned.

Sometimes it’s difficult to miss but we learn to adjust,

Changes upon changes as the wheel keeps turning.

The circle of life is neverending, nothing may stay the same,

The adventure of life is a most wonderful but hard game to play.

Keith Garrett

A flash of light, it came from the sky, dark of night,

Fast and bright, knocked him to the ground, shot through his eyes.

Where did this energy come from, beyond a stary sky,

What purpose could this serve, changing a mans life.

It came from the sky and shot a light in his eyes,

Something he would give to his friends, a gift too the world.

It flashed down from the sky, this his birthday night,

A gift and a sacrifice as with time it was to take his life,

What he left behind his friends never forgot.

Keith Garrett

WHEN I WAS A YOUNG BOY

I can still recall laying on my parents bed staring at the moon,

So far away from where I am today, distance and time separate.

If I go backwards in time and step off that plane I am home again,

I see my bag of blocks, many colors and shapes to build my imagination.

The toys as a child were something that never again have been seen,

I think of a Christmas eve staring out the window as the snow began falling.

Decorations on a tree that were bright with this nights dreams,

A last Christmas as in this place no more would there ever be.

A snowman bigger than me, Gary, Jimmy Hamilton, others I see,

Snowballs and Icicles, red saucers riding down a hill of white,

Thunder and lightning, a snow storm put out the lights on a night.

Houses I can see made of wood, close by a place of trees and woods,

A town called Amesbury where as a boy, a yesterday I once stood.

Keith Garrett

I was born in Amesbury Massachusetts in nineteen sixty two.

A mother, father, and in time four sisters and two brothers.

We moved out here to California in nineteen sixty six i recall.

I remember living in Lawndale and going to school in Kindergarten.

When i was seven in second grade on Halloween night my dad died.

He fell of a cliff in Palos, Verdes in nineteen sixty nine, i remember.

The dreaming little boy found out that life wasn’t so magical after all.

I never stopped my dreaming or gave up  on dreams as i went about life.

I’ve had my share of pain and disappointment as i walked my path.

I’ve had friends and family whom have disappeared and gone away.

I have had great times and memories through the years, a life.

When i was in Jr. high in Yorba Linda i fell on my head playing Tennis in P.E.

I had my first brain surgery when i was fifteen and told that i might die

or be in a wheel chair, neither have happened yet.

I’ve walked fifty miles when i was told it wouldn’t happen.

I have three children, two sons and a daughter, i’m alive!.

I’m fifty two, started writing poetry when i was thirty five.

I have a wonderful girlfriend Kim, i dare to dream.

Keith Garrett

I can laugh with you over a funny show,

If you will cry with me over some sad news.

I can laugh with you when a silly joke be told,

If you will cry with me over us both getting old.

I can laugh with you just because it feels so good,

If you will cry with me when life doesn’t seem as it should.

I can laugh with you when things need too be laughed at,

If you will cry with me when we start on a beautiful new path,

I can laugh with you if you will cry with me over anything anytime.

Keith Garrett