Heavy It Is, It weighs on everyone’s shoulders, the world hurts,

What to do as our world gets smaller and the number of souls grow.

Crowded, the skies are filled with flying machines heading everywhere,

Traffic lights soon will stand upon our oceans, cars may suddenly stop.

Where will all the trash go, It finds Its way Into the streets, nobody sees,

Plow It under, pretend It goes away, Into the drains chemicals make their way.

Competition to rule the world, how many bombs can be made before Insanity sets one free,

Fake smiles from those whom share power, privacy Is nomore as they are out there watching.

Weight of the world, It Is upon all of our shoulders but not one of us Is really In control,

We are all at the mercy of the universe but we have been given a piece of It as a gift,

The life Is being drained from It, whom or what watches as we tear It apart, we have nowhere to go.

Keith Garrett

Words and their meanings are written upon paper, In books, they live,

They can be put together to become stories, poems, plays, and movies.

Words can be formed Into sentences so that we may understand one another,

A cry for help, that morning hello or gossip that travels so far and fast.

Words can be the enemy, make others believe false things about another,

Words can hurt If In fact we choose to let them, after all they are only words.

Words can set In motion a chain reaction of anger and misunderstanding,

Words with lies attached are a most dangerous way to say things, listen.

What words can do Is destroy lives, families, friends, and nations,

Build walls that take lifetimes to finally crumble, at times too late.

Words can Indeed heal hearts, they begin lives between two that love,

What words can do, how they’re used, a gift that at times Is abused.

Keith G arrett

Hear It, take In all the beauty of the words that sing out In a story,

Listen to the music that sounds out In magical rhythm to the ear.

This Is your song, the greatness of It need only matter to you,

There lives no better song than the one created for you to love.

Whatever the song, the artist, matters not fore you are the listener,

You are the one whom gets your own special feeling from within.

Listen to your song as It becomes you, dreaming and Imagining you are the one,

It Is you singing out to the crowd while In return they are cheering, eyes are on you.

This Is your fantasy, an escape for a moment, perhaps turns to a someday reality,

This Is your song, over and over, whenever you choose, sing It as It Is you.

Keith Garrett

Do you recall being thirteen, So long ago for me, Like a dream,

Playing with friends, girls and boys whom I haven’t seen for years.

Where are they, I wonder If my old school mates are alive, once a child,

Growing up as a teen full of energy, malt shops, drive-In movies, and T.V.

A few friends still In touch with Is a most special gift of all, I recall,

Vietnam came along, A sad song, some boys I once knew are now gone.

Times have changed, music, cars, dancing, and those long lost childhood ways,

I was once thirteen with dreams of growing up and having a wonderful family.

These things of wonder are now all gone, once my future now the past,

I was at a time very young playing In the sun, Sitting here now I am old,

I turned ninety four, memories of a life playing In the sun with friends now gone.

Keith Garrett

Do you recall being thirteen, So long ago for me, Like a dream,

Playing with friends, girls and boys whom I haven’t seen for years.

Where are they, I wonder If my old school mates are alive, once a child,

Growing up as a teen full of energy, malt shops, drive-In movies, and T.V.

A few friends still In touch with Is a most special gift of all, I recall,

Vietnam came along, A sad song, some boys I once knew are now gone.

Times have changed, music, cars, dancing, and those long lost childhood ways,

I was once thirteen with dreams of growing up and having a wonderful family.

These things of wonder are now all gone, once my future now the past,

I was at a time very young playing In the sun, Sitting here now I am old,

I turned ninety four, memories of a life playing In the sun with friends now gone.

Keith Garrett

Not only do we pay to live In every way but also  with what we say,

To eat, have water, we must pay with a coin, a dollar hard earned.

The air we breathe, even dirt has a price on It, once something free,

Today, the time has come when nothing Is free, greed, pay or have nothing.

Love has Its own special price, much work and sacrifice Is most needed,

It too can be lost If not a daily concern, friendship has value, don’t take for granted.

When doing the right thing then there Is also a price to be paid In another way,

Standing up for that which we believe In, too speaking out loud has a big price.

Marching against, protesting, going against the law, right or wrong has Its price,

Everything comes with a price, growing old If ever so lucky comes with a trade,

One day we give our lives to god, the thanks for a life, with our souls we pay.

Keith Garrett

A slight breeze blowing across the bay today, the sun will shine,

A few passing clouds but a great day to sail away with beautiful you.

Free to wander a different part of life, escape together across the water,

What a beautiful day, such a pretty smile on a beautiful face ready to sail.

I brought wine and cheese and If It gets chilly something stronger you see,

A blanket to cover up with as the day loses the sun, some music and some love.

Sail away with me beyond all that we everyday see, just you and me, the sea,

Remember our day together, our time In the sun sailing Along the horizon line.

Sail away with me, forever we’ll sail together until go away forever.

Keith Garrett

What seems like a lifetime of preparation and hard work Is here,

Sacrifice, blood, and sweat have been understood throughout.

For years getting ready for the ultimate competition Is recognized,

Whatever the battle you’ve been preparing for Is close, are you ready.

Stand and face your opponent, hold your head high and face your fear,

Strong Is the athlete whom does finish whether win or lose, still a victory.

To make It there, be chosen to represent a country Is already a winner,

Raise your hand high In the air, wave the flag of colors and be also proud.

You are a true olympian, If you worked that hard and made It, head held high and proud.

Keith Garrett

You’ve come to my door, thanks for honoring my request,

Please! step Inside and make yourself at home, I’m about ready.

A story Is what I want, something that will take me away to another place,

Read me a story about a great adventure that’s not a possibility.

Read me a story so that I may forget my struggles of this day,

I’ll lay my head upon this pillow so soft as you read me a story so great.

You are a woman whom tells stories of far off lands and places never real,

You take away the stress that lives Inside, You save my tiring life.

Thank you always as I drift off to sleep peacefully dreaming beautiful things,

When I awake to the morning light It Is always that you are gone.

Keith Garrett

When It comes down to It everyone and everything becomes expendable,

Are we even worth the work that we do, we can value ourselves but do they.

There’s a number on your paycheck, a number to a bank account, what are you,?

The value of a man once was judged on his work and his character, what happened.?

First they say no hard feelings ,words spoken from black hearts, I thought friends,

My mistake being that there Is a difference between family, friends, and work.

Lessons that should have been learned many years ago but trust has hurt again,

No hard feelings are said as they turn their ugly heads, we are family, no chance Indeed.

Friends, family, or trust, Sometimes I’m not sure what that Is, whom will turn their backs,

Hear me as I say I work for a place, Armstrong Garden Center’s In Southern California

Where the evil lies within, a bad, unethical, Unprofessional, Immoral, cowardly liar of

A manager Named Mike Wigler hides In a Monrovia store backstabbing all there.

A man whom would throw his mother and wife under the bus to save himself.

A man who Would sing songs on the radio to stress me out when he knows of my

panic disorder, he would sing about my tragedies In life, I’m the witness because

At work no one seems to remember at this moment, I’m not like him thank god.

I am very angry, I am Keith Garrett and I have spoken.

A wise man puts aside his anger before he drifts off to sleep,

A thinker before an act brings much trouble Into his life.

A wise man never bows down to the pressure from his peers,

He must trust In his heart fore his actions are his to answer alone.

A wise man has angry thoughts that hold no consequences from Inside,

If at all they switch to violence then a wise man has no words to be listened to,

What does a wise man do,? He practices In that which he does In fact preach,

He Is not a hypocrite, he Is calm and speaks his words carefully, a wise man Indeed.

He knows that words of stupidity are not a problem behind closed doors,

What does a wise man do,? he thinks before he does anything at all.

Keith Garrett