I write day or night, visions, thoughts within my sight,

It has been said from those behind my back in me no poet,

I am not a real writer fore I have not a famous name.

From the ones we call family is where this criticism lives,

Poetry from me is not real fore I am only me.

They say I am only dreaming, a real writer is in books,

I am a dreamer, I dare too dream, my poetry is real and me.

My poetry has my name therefore not a childs fantasy as is said,

“So tell me all” what then is a real writer or poet if not I,

You and I, we are these things and our names are as great as the rest.

Keith Garrett

When did it start, these voices tormenting your head,

Are they of good, what words from them are said?

Do they let you sleep or bother throughout the night,

Laugh with them do you, crazy is what will be said.

Why do they visit you, is there some way you might help,

Do they seek vengeance, tell me what this is all about?

So! you hear ghosts, are you sure that’s what they are,

Voices that are imagined, is something happening to you.

So! you hear ghosts, are you positive that’s what you hear,

You do not see them, what sounds visit your ears?

Keith Garrett

Trying to find my way back too whom I am, mind and spirit,
A weakness in myself discovered, now too work at and overcome.

To be alone may be a peaceful and pleasant experience in itself,
Although loneliness for me is quite a hell not wanted by this man.

How too be at peace with myself when there’s nobody there to share,
Too understand that perhaps loneliness is just a frame of mind.

Emotional hurt is a psychological pain whether conscious or not,
It sickens the body and brings on physical ailments in my experience.

I’ve cried many days and nights about the loss of another human being,
A woman whom I thought made me who I am and that I would crumble without her.

Realizing that i’m still the same man that I was before she existed in my world,
Knowing that i’m not less of a man or not worth the attention of any other woman
Or soul who might come into my life.

My goal is too find that happiness each day with all the things that I do,
Whether or not she’s ever again in my life or periods in between.

Understanding that I have no need for any one person in my life,
Only a strong desire, a wanting too be with a certain someone whom I love today.

Caring about and loving myself is a must if i’m to love and care about
That special love that appears to be lost from my existence.

Learning that there are different types of selfishness to be,
Knowing that I would rather be giving when it comes to she.

My quest for peace begins with a smile as I awake in the morning,
I am Keith, I am a great person, there are those whom love me,
There are those whom believe that I matter, I do matter.

Keith Garrett

Walking along the open road, a breeze in my face,

Hills around me, trees of beautiful color reaching high.

You were there within the trees, you walked with me,

Somewhere in those hills, within that cool breeze.

Listened did I to the birds singing as they rest on branches,

The grass along the land did sway to the invisible wind.

You were there, did you sing with the birds of beauty,

Was it you who made the grass dance in the hills?

The sky that spreads far and wide, scattered clouds float by,

Ghostly shadows, wandering imprints of that which passes.

You were there, I imagine it was you drifting by, touching the sky,

Your wandering imprint passed through me, you were there.

Keith Garrett

you are somewhere, everywhere, and here, they do not know,

You can not be seen, not by me but I know that you are there.

This came upon me one day in a fast way, an accident for me,

A curse or gift we will see, I am afraid of that which can not be seen.

I can hear you, thought I was losing my mind, voices in my head,

You are in between here and there, you speak to me as I do not see.

You are all around, I hear you as your sound echoes throughout,

I can hear you, you do see me, it is you that can not be seen.

Keith Garrett

Ponder do I, my thoughts, examine that which lies inside,

The living memory bank, a computer that does not stop.

Not a dreamstate is the state of mind,

Too be of strength in consciousness, positive and sure.

A superior state of mind, possibilities unlimited,

Mind and spirit are one, they can not be touched.

Painful thoughts, a soul of sickness cries,

Weak and unsure that all may be right.

Too worry about that which does not exist or happen,

Afraid of a mind that speaks out to you, lies.

Emotional scars or trauma, what eats you inside,

Hold onto strength, let go of weakness that’s false and not alive.

It’s your state of mind, it’s all about your state of mind.

Keith Garrett

There is another way to see our world and lives,

More to strive for, too make better as we grow.

If we would see from the start there can be improvement,

Imagine, set it in your mind that all things are not perfect,

Material, physical, all pieces of life are in fact, ” broken”

We build and put back together, fix with our hands and minds,

We improve by learning, listening, from less we can have more.

Is “broken” the way we should see all around us too improve,

The time is now to rebuild, put those pieces together, keep mending.

Keith Garrett

I started writing poetry in 1998 when troubled times came upon me.

I was fighting for my children at that time so I wrote my first poem,

In a desperate state, it was called ” my fight”

They were my first inspiration during those times, I’ve been writing poems ever since.

Over the years many different family members and friends have been a part of

my drive to write.

Many more things have inspired me to keep going.

My survival of brain surgeries have made me appreciate the world a little more,

all that is around me.

Nature, the wind, sun, hills, and my everyday thoughts, hopes and dreams.

I’m lucky to have lived all of these years.

I have my health, my sons and daughter.

Today I have the love of a woman who inspires me too keep writing.

Never give up, or as she says! cowboy up. Keith Garrett

What do you see when you look at me,

I was once a young man, older I grow to be.

Lines on my face, hair has much changed,

Scars and wounds from a lifetime I’ve seen.

Thoughts and visions, a movie feature in my head,

I’ve changed with the changes that this world brings.

Look at me as I still live and breathe,

I’m forever me but a different me.

Keith Garrett

Lay there do I watching, this screen of moving pictures with sound,

Slowly as I am thinking, closing my eyes and just listening to words.

That which I was listening too becomes a mixture of now forming visions,

I went to sleep last night and disappeared into a world of imagination.

I could fly, jump into the air and stay there, no day or night in sight,

Unusual adventures were before my mind, no sense of any kind.

Why am I afraid of what appears in the night, made up pictures tonight,

I went to sleep last night and found myself walking through fields of delight.

We walk into a dream to escape our daily scenes, things become confusing,

Fore where does the dream begin and the nightmare end.

Keith Garrett