Welcome to my world, a world of make believe and much fantasy,

A place where there is no law just as there is no war or crime.

Everything here holds only beautiful things and magic dreams,

No trash upon this ground, not a dirty or angry word makes a sound.

Drinks are everywhere, anytime without trouble if you might care,

Gamble all night if indeed it is games for money you desire.

For woman or man love is always here, whatever you choose,

Remember that all is possible because in a land where you

Can have anything desired law and crime exist elsewhere.

Are you of hunger, you’re in luck fore on every corner a table

Of your greatest, wanting, desired taste awaits in a feast.

Enter my world of fantasy where pain and suffering cease to be,

There are no rulers of crowns whom wear masks to hide reality.

No souls that hold the key of destruction, here there is peace as all are free,

Enter my world of fantasy but leave your weapons at the door,

In this house we are equally strong, no one stands above the rest.

Keith Garrett

I look to the sky, can you see me through the clouds,

I’m standing here lord, what shall i do to make it today.?

From my eyes their are many tears that flow to no end,

In this body it is my heart that cry’s for your help to ease my sorrow.

Stand by me when my loneliness is much more than i can bare,

Take away this pain and anger that lives in my soul as i move forward.

Take from me these nightmares that visit when i sleep, oh! please,

Let me rest as my body feels so very tired from this plight.

From heaven can you hear me, do you know who i am,

Will you listen as i ask for you guiding hand.?

Keith Garrett

An amazing place, Inside myself, a world away from the material world,

The nucleus where all my thoughts and wonderings wait for me, my brain.

Whatever i want exists there, there is no limit or rules to what can be Imagined,

Anything i wish to be or think is mine, I am in charge, the master is me.

Story’s to be made up and told from these fingers upon blank endless paper,

From my thinking world I travel away to many adventureous lands of fantasy.

Sometimes I feel as though i would like to stay there but i must make the journey back,

Trying to stay away, to visit there for much to long would have its own consequences.

From my thinking world so many great and wonderful words of poetry are dreamed,

Closing my eyes for but a moment in time just to see and feel what’s inside of me.

Mystery from inside, gods spectacular art creating the human mind, reasons why,

From my thinking mind realizing never to take again for granted a gift of thought.

As we grow old it comes to reason that our minds may change, sickness of the brain,

Reality for some might just go away, from my thinking mind i may not return.

From my thinking mind i will treasure the lords mysterious gift so kind.

Keith Garrett

I fell so far into a dark place, a hole of nothing,
To emerge from this hell, faith and courage i would have to keep
A tight hold of as well as my strength and love to find my way.
At times hope appeared too be only an Illusion, my dreams gone,
Everything is what i had but nothing to these eyes seen, pain cries.
Into the light i’ve found my way back, I walk a path not for granted,
From within the dark i stand tall and take notice of the gift of life.
I watch the eyes that watch me, I smile with the smiles around me,
They speak words when to them a morning hello, I am known.
My loss and sorrow is noted inside a man whom knows no quit,
I will not be defeated y the Invisible warrior who stalks me.
At times the road is dark but for you walk it i will without fail,
Fall to the fround, falling down is not in me, I’ve emerged from within the dark.
Keith Garrett

Like the sunlight on a clear window, my Image appears,

Thoughts of yesterday bring a picture of you to my heart.

Wandering back to you is a place in my dreams at night,

Of the past it is a part of you, live do you in a piece of my today.

On lakes and rivers, oceans and wet grounds after a storm,

Reflections of a kind or memories brought to our minds.

Wishing, wondering about what might have been,

Backwards in time to watch what has gone by, time.

Mirrors are looked into and looking back are the faces,

Reflections of another kind, thoughts that we find,

Images of all kinds like being children somewhere back in our minds.

Keith Garrett

Keith Garrett

If this could truly be i wish that what should be seen a reality,

The sun shining high above, warm and simple it should be.

Wind is an unseen gift in many a way, at times it explodes,

A light refreshing rain takes away the thirst from natures pain.

Everything is suppose to be peaceful and lets pretend in a fantasy,

What the world appears to be Is told to children still so Innocent.

Of course nothing is of perfection and everything is not at its worse,

What the world appears to be is not what from these eyes see.

Sadness in poverty all around us, stressful anger, a cry for help,

War ridden lands that from the beginning never seem to end.

Pollution beyond the streets dumped into the oceans that scream,

A fight to rule all that exists when there’s enough for all humans to enjoy.

Weapons of disaster handed without care for the all mighty dollar,

Whom can we believe, put your trust in god not men of lies with no morality.

Money and corruption just as war have been forever, evil in disguise,

I see with my eyes, listen not to the devils lies, hope is inside.

Where was i before my time, what state of consciousness,

Did i dream anything before i was me, what did i see.

Are there memory’s locked away inside from a different lifetime,

Could it be possibly a place i will one day return to again.

What was this existence before i was born, can i remember,

Is this my second life, one that i know of now, physically.

When it’s all said and done here in this present world

It’s a shell of a man i’ll leave behind, spirit and soul journey on.

A place known as heaven, was i ever once before my beginning

Already in such a loving, beautiful state of mind in another time.

Do we never die as energy and all that we are travel forward

And how far back have we really been, from gods beginning

To another state where we live eternal and never end.

Before i was born was i already formed.?

Keith Garrett

We hear it all, i hope, don’t lose hope, hope is all we have,

The thought of hope keeps us alive, it gives strength to the weak.

When times get hard, when there seems to be not an answer, hope,

Tragedy may be the ultimate pain so it is that we cling to hope.

The word hope, It’s a feeling, knowing that all will be well,

As if nothing is over, to overcome and not be defeated.

Hope is an invisible force, a chance, never giving up,

Hope seems to be a most beautiful word, it gives life.

I hope that all horrible things come to an end,

Hope is a beautiful word of promise, a name for a child born.

Hope that we can all take hands before heaven sounds,

Hope is a word of love in this amazing world that may be found.

Hope is everyday that we awake, hope sets at the end of our day,

Hope is a fight inside of all of us as we pray for the war to quietly go away.

Keith Garrett

A small, young, me a long time ago i use to be,

A different place in time has been left behind.

The clock hand spins forward so very fast,

When we were once there the second hand I

Moved slowly before our young dreaming eyes.

When we lived in our yesterday there were no scars,

Perfection was as much as it could be in our reality.

All of us age in a different way, life is a mystery,

It was not for us to know which way we would go.

To know ahead of time would give us no valued meaning,

What would we do if we understood as a child that only

One chance, no exceptions we had to live our lives

To its fullest, would it be a different world, stop and think.

I’m not all that i could be, I may be an older me, indeed.

Keith Garrett

Away from everyday, away from what is always seen,

To a place of peace by the water, where the grass is green.

Birds of song dance in the sky, here in solitude, this is I,

A giant oak tree that’s as old as many night skies, by the creek.

Myself searching for a dream come true, seeking in my reflection,

In the still water a face of a man staring at me, what does he see.?

By the creek is where i dream, lost wishes sleep at the bottom,

This always working mind try’s desperately to awaken them.

I’m a different sort of man now, lessons of mistakes learned,

Taught by what and the who of that which is gone away.

Lessons learned from the no more, by the creek, by the creek.

Keith Garrett