Thank you mother for the life I have,

Not a memory have I when you first ave 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

Listen as the branches move, a plane high in the sky,

Birds are sleeping in the trees, listen too your own heartbeat.

Your own thoughts are heard in your ears, ticking of the clock,

The attic may creek, the night does surely speak.

Silence has its own sound, hear it all around,

There are many things that creep as the night sleeps.

When all is quiet there is a certain peace that echoes in the dark,

When all is quiet thoughts become stories that come to life.

Keith Garrett

The sky is always night somewhere in our world,

Does it dream as it sleeps there where it rests.?

Awake as it does to the morning sunlight,

In another place it goes to bed again for the night.

There are friends all around this wide open space

That watch over each other in its universe.

Does the sky dream,? always as it exists,

What would it say if to us it spoke.?

Keith Garrett

Do you recall your first friend, do you know them today,

Did they disappear with childhood and drift beyond another day.

I had a friend, a lifetime ago, back when i was only four, i remember,

His name was Donnie, glasses, a Winter cap, a long time ago friend.

Where is he today, no longer a child, i would not know him anyway,

A picture frozen in my mind, he will stay young for the rest of my life.

Kenneth, James, David, and cotero, i think of them from Kindergarten,

A boy named Grover, we were just little boys, innocence of a time now over.

Remember those friends from life’s morning until the night of your life,

So many names but special ones we think about as we travel along,” friends.”

Think of someone you once knew, take a moment, go back to your special place,

I think it’s suppose to be this way, a reason we go through phases and changes.

There are times when friends must be left behind, some with us for a lifetime,

Remembering friends who are out there somewhere, do they remember.?

Keith Garrett

IS LIFE A BOARD GAME?

Pieces on a square board, who goes first,

Pick a card from the deck, is it a good one.?

Roll the dice, move four spaces ahead,

Will you land on something that puts you backwards again.?

Go straight to jail, lose a turn,

You owe some money, what have you learned.?

Own two houses, lose them both,

The pot of money is yours, you owe more than you own.

Lose a turn, start over again,

Take a chance, is it only a game.?

You might reach the finish line, what have you won,?

In the end you’ll be older, let’s play it again.

Keith Garrett

We chase, search out and run as fast as we can,

While we sleep the greatest things can happen,

Run do we very fast, jump so very high to touch the sky,

Jump on the roof top, flips in the air, slow motion if you please.

Always for me money floating down a stream, a pile in the street,

Just as it is grabbed by my hand disappears does it as i become awake.

We all have been there when a monster chases us and then we are elsewhere,

Dreams are always so mixed up, at times tiring as we are in places of mystery.

Floating in the air, suddenly in a bubble we drift onward to where nothing makes sense,

Catch a dream, hold on tight and bring it back home with you tonight, any night.

Catch a dream, dream to be all that you hope to be, dream the perfect scene.

Keith Garrett

Tears flow from my eyes, i wish not to care about their minds,

There is blood flowing through my veins, blood of the related of many years.

With every angry sound, from the time the earth started spinning around,

As each and every battle from war, cries echo for thousands of years, with sound.

Wounds that don’t heal as they surface with time, one wrong word, explosion from the mind,

Civilizations disappear, towns of people that once were are nomore, things age and die.

Life is an unusual adventure, travel from a place of beginning onward to an earthly end,

Blood spills in many ways, blood of pain, sorrow, the hurt from loved ones red everyday.

Drops of blood at my feet, they can’not be seen but they visit me from painful dreams,

Blood soaked land, drops of blood at my feet, blood on the hands of many a man.

Keith Garrett

Step into reality, an exotic and spectacular place of dreams,
Realize this world of adventure and things not to often seen.
Somewhat dark with a hint of light beaming through the trees,
Sounds all around as the creatures of this land watch in the shadows.
There’s a misty haze that appears as the night shows its face,
So far away from the not so peaceful, deep forest of that which breathes.
Leaves upon the ground, walking among life that speaks not a word we hear,
With these feet we make our way from a magical getaway of existence.
This forest, a beautiful, deep, forest hiding from the outside,
Lost in it may be the heaven, the happiness, a garden of Eden.

Keith Garrett

Open your eyes!, this is said from with inside as i seem at times blind,

There is so much to see but i must confess that what is important sometimes escapes my sight.

A blind man can not physically see but learns to observe more than a man with vision,

A man with no sight asked of me, tell me young man what things with your eyes do you see.

There are at times many things I wish not to see, pain and destruction from the world today,

What i asked was that which you see not a thing about wishes or that which you do want to see.

I see the mountains, the ocean, the sky, and all there is of beauty that god placed down upon the earth,

Yes!, at times i am blind to all of these things just as they are taken for granted by most every man.,

You are a blind man, so who do you think you are trying to give me a lesson or too teach me,

Young man, are you a follower of those whom are of negative ways?, take responsibility for yourself.

I am blind but in my time i have seen so much more than your seeing eyes can ever dream,

You are at times very blind, your eyes are open but it is a mans mind that is truly closed.

Keith Garrett

To all whom read my poetry

And all writers and friends.

Today I was informed by my

Attorney that We won, victory.

Against Armstrong garden center’s

My lawsuit for multiple trauma

Injuries and a psyche charge.

Now for the rest of my life.

A little peace now after two years.

Thanks for reading.

Keith Garrett