Molton Lava, , boiling flame, bathtub of hell,

Power so fierce rests below a mountain of death.

How long has it stood on a foundation of heated anger,

A pool of fire waits to touch the surface, it has no mercy.

Explodes without warning, rising, shooting into the waiting sky,

Flowing like a river, down where it takes away that which is in its evil path.

Volcano by name, a hollow mountain of liquid pain,

Erupt wicked mountain, show your hidden face.

Keith Garrett

From the road i step beyond into another world,

Peaceful beauty is waiting as my morning begins.

No one here but me and whatever lives between the trees,

Listen to the birds high above, what types sing different songs.?

I step into the darkened forest with my feet crunching the aged leaves,

Quiet sounds are everywhere, things not seen, look close as they are to be.

Shadows move with the swaying branches just as they move with time,

Between the trees there is a most colorful, landscape to take in, follow me.

There is life here that has stood for many generations, beyond history,

Between the trees so many men and women have dreamed, all things seen.

Keith Garrett

He had a life, so many years ago i met a man with such a smile,

Quiet with a heart so large, always a kind word or nothing at all.

He could be rough and tough, never did he want something from you,

A strong but gentle human being was he, a beautiful friend indeed.

A man so kind, Harold, today you are surely on my mind, you were loved,

Driving down the street, working in your yard, a chance to know you was mine.

Yes sir! a life you had, your smile will be always seen if only in a dream,

It’s hard to believe but this was your time to fly, leave this place behind.

It is in another home where you now roam, you journied beyond what is known,

You had a great life from once a small boy until your last day with much wisdom.

A man so kind is in this world hard to find, it does not seem fair that you are not here,

I saw you yesterday, you are thought of on this day, i will see you tomorrow.

Keith Garrett

Once without chains, no bars to hold them inside,

Free men with the gift of choice, unwise in their thoughts.

Descent men maybe once, a moment of pure sin,

Damned to await their own fate, a day with eternity.

They committed the ultimate crime in life,

No right was theirs to make a decision of god.

Taken for granted the freedom that was given,

That which they gave away.

Missed now by them is the daily wanting desires that free men might have,

Now they await their judgement day,

As their hourglass empties, they can only wait.

Keith Garrett

THE YORBA LINDA I KNEW

I think of nineteen seventy two when we first visited yorba,

From the freeway i could see the big hill, i was ten years old.

We drove past fairgreen, up over the hill and down around the corner,

Amberdale to Fernglen, there it was, our new house not yet finished.

So excited as we walked around the yard not yet designed, up the stairs.

A sunny day on a Saturday, our blue station wagon and a large family.

That day we met some of our new neighbors to be, the Darcy’s, Bob and Ken.

We left but soon would be back, our life in Yorba soon would begin.

May i remember, so close to Summer and a little hard to adjust starting at a

new school with only a month remaining. I started at Glen knoll On May 7th that year.

I was a very shy kid back then and the school was so different from where i came from.

My years there hold many great memories of friends either gone or found again on face book.

The Yorba Linda i knew was as i like to call it the Brady bunch days because of the houses and time.

Summer nights were the best, hanging out on our street with friends whom are now a little older.

Music and shows of the time were classic, do you remember the Yorba Linda i knew.?

The hills where we use to go riding motorcycles and horses have disappeared, better days.

Changes are not always for the best as beauty is destroyed, buildings everywhere.

Riding bikes to Tastee freeze, the old baseball field where kids could play and dream.

A triple Icecream for fifteen cents, doughnuts at Winchell’s, people and places disappear.

Pinball machines and Boones farm wine, Stop n’ go liquor from a long time ago.

A place called the Rathole, a shack stood by its side, riding skateboards in a pool,

Remember the teachers, everything that we did, talking by your locker, the best days are of old.

Keith Garrett

THESE WONDERS WE SEE

Clouds and trees, the sun in the sky,

Oceans of rolling waves, rivers rushing by.

The moon rising, stars so far away,

Mountains that stand so tall,

Desert beauty at mornings light.

A lake that wanders from here to there,

Late afternoon, nature is always somewhere.

The falling rain, the floating snow,

A waterfall crying, tears falling below.

Rain forests and woods with different life,

Faces on stone, these wonders we see.

All over the world, unusual things,

Gifts and miracles in a place of mystery.

Keith Garrett

A wonderful scene like that of a dream,

Not of pain or suffering, nothing mean.

A place like no other, somewhere out there,

Away so far where horses run wild.

Snowy mountains and clear stary nights,

Where the air is fresh, peaceful times.

To walk along a river, the only sound,

Where you can sleep under a tree, never be found.

Paint me a picture of this most beautiful life,

Someday i’ll take it with me to this place in my mind.

Keith Garrett

I’ve invited you and so grateful that you all have taken

Many beautiful and adventureous journies into my book of poems,

We have traveled together above the sky, to the moon and beyond.

Walks together along many beaches sharing thoughts of the world,

You’ve seen my dreams, stood in the night under a full moon with me.

We traveled together back in time to places my memory could still find,

Across the ocean, walks down the street, high up into the mountains we went.

In times of trouble, moments of pain it has been you whom have walked with me,

Trips to lands of fantasy, back in time to towns of no more you followed my path.

Western towns, farms and ranches where horses ran with the wind, we together saw,

Spooky places, haunted houses, monsters wandered and ghosts were there in the night.

Magical things, Knights and warriors from across the sea, you were there with me,

Cowboys riding the range, western legends that live only in history, wars that died.

Winter scenes and sleigh rides through snowy woods, Christmas dreams, did you see,

Rock and roll stars, actors of fame, people of reality that are no more to be seen,

Thank you for going to all these places with me, for getting to know something about me.

Keith Garrett

I got up this morning and looked at my wife,

She looked back at me and said “im leaving tonight.”

Not even a cup of coffee before the crap started,

I showed her my finger then got in the shower.

The water was cold, she used all the hot water,

Couldn’t find the soap, why even bother.

She said her goodbye in a way i could understand,

All my money was gone, she had a new man.

She aske for a divorce, i sais okay by me,

Now her new husband is sleeping where i use to be.

She got the house, she got the car,

She got the dog, even the money i saved in a jar.

When it’s all said and done, what have i gained,

An ex wife, a new home, a life without pain.

Keith Garrett

Listen to the drummers beat, bang the drums slowly,

Steal it does something each day from deep inside.

The mind is a powerful machine of its own,

It tears at my body as it haunts my soul.

There’s a force, an invisible monster that seeks me,

The toll it takes on my everyday can only be imagined if not experienced.

A spirit weakened as the fight lingers on to survive,

Let me live!, i want to stay alive.

My place of thought will only take so much in before

It can handle no other struggles,

Shut down it will and cease to see a world.

Let me live! as i am not asking,

My statement has been made,

I know who you are, they call you panic!.

Keith Garrett