MY HOMETOWN


 Nineteen sixty two is when my life began,

 Born in the Winter in a snowy Eastern land.

 Amesbury, Massachusetts so far from where I am,

 The past comes to visit me, memories of a man.
 
 A mother, a father, one still lives on,

 Father of a child went away while I was young.

 I think of a home, a place in the snow,

 Icicles hanging from the roof, a snowman standing
 Tall.
                                                                              
 Batman, on a small bike I did ride,

 Snow covered branches, lightning in the sky.

 Building blocks of many shapes and colors,

 A monsters head rests on my dresser, Herman 
 Was his name.
 Names I remember, where are they now,

 A best friend by the name of Donnie, it was you.

 Bonnie was his sister, Hamilton's I recall,

 Two brothers, Johnny and Jimmy, a sister I now 
 Know.
 A hill by the name of poe or pole, a dream in 
 The snow,
 Grapes on the vines, tree branches below,

  My hometown of Amesbury, so long ago.

               Keith Garrett

                 MY HOME IN A CAVE                  


 The world that I've known has been left behind, 
 Not much left,

 Destroyed by men who lead countries, those of 
 Great ignorance.

 They all wanted to rule the world, well! there's 
 Little now to rule,

 The mighty dollar is worth not much at this point 
 In time, listen why.

 We as humans took for granted a world, a life 
 Given by God, we gave up,

 Technology and discovery would be of value if 
 It was used for good and right.

 We abused it, bombs and chemicals were created 
 For power, us against them,

 Our world was being poisoned long before these  
 weapons of mass destruction were born.

 Animals being poisoned with substances that would 
 Cause an epidemic of illness,

 My home in a cave is now my only peace, Back to 
 Basics, Back to where we once were.


 I have only that which is needed to barely survive  
 in this new world created by man,

 There has not been a soul seen by me at this time,
 I'm in charge now, I make decisions.

 My home in a cave, A fire is made.  Keith Garrett

                                                                                                       
              MORE THAN A THEORY


 I can see the world crumbling, weighed down 
 By evil,


 It's overpowering the good and can be seen in 
 Many ways.


                                                                              
 Will the world soon disappear or change its 
 Ways,


                                                                                    
 More than a theory are many things I think,



                                                                              
 Assassinations and lies to the people are a 
 Reality.


 John Wilkes Boothe did not act alone, I don't 
 Think so,


 James Earl Ray, was he really alone on that sad 
 Day,


 Lee Harvey Oswald, who were the rest, what were 
 Their names?


 Sirhan Bishara Sirhan, did he act alone, will 
 Will we ever know,


 More than a theory, so many lies, unanswered 
 Questions,


                                                                                   More than a theory, corruption and guilty lies.

          Keith Garrett

                                                                                 
                 MORTAL, I AM


 To walk on water is an amazing thing, I  
 Can not do,

 Flying across the sky, never will I fly, a 
 Thought from my mind.

 Through walls of solid, never will my physical 
 Body walk,

 I have not the power to raise my hands and change 
 The world.

 To part, the sea is a wonder that I've not yet seen,


 Fire I can'not make rain from the sky, no not I.


 I have not the ability to hide from pain,


 Fear is an emotion that lives in the human being.


 I am not God for it is that I may bleed and do,


 I breathe the air but no guarantee of a tomorrow.


 Mortal, I am, for now here I'll stand and walk this 
 Land,

 Older I'll get as surely I will not live forever 
 In this place.

 One day I'll die and pray that my new home will be 
 Beyond the sky.

               Keith Garrett

                                                                                                      
             MORE THAN A MEMORY



                                                                               
 You drift backwards as I move forward in time,



                                                                               
 Existed for but a moment in this world of mine.



                                                                                  
 You were so very real, more than a memory,



 Our distance will come together, again we will meet,



 A smile on your face, you meant so much to me.



 More than a memory, personality, heart, and soul,



 You once walked this land, my father from a moment ago.


               Keith Garrett

             MR, CAN YOU SPARE A DIME? 
  Keith Garrett
 I am a human being,  Dirty are usually my 
 Clothes,

 Don't judge me by the way I look, I have 
 Something to say.

 I was born to this world equal to all other 
 Women and men,

 The road we're on isn't always our road chosen 
 But we move on.

 Many days and nights experiencing life have made 
 Me who I am,

 Choices of my own desire, mistakes of foolishness 
 Have put me where I stand.

 Did I try not hard enough, perhaps my brain did not 
 Have a steady plan,

 Inside of me, there exists a heart of a human,  treat
 Me like I matter if you can.


 Mr, can you spare me a dime? I'll be forever grateful  
 Whether you believe it or not,


 To you a dime is nothing, wondering do you what this 
 coin can possibly do for me.


 A collection from this as the embarrassment may   
 Not show helps me greatly, thank you,


 Mr, can you spare a dime? If so then my day will  
 Be fine, Mr, can you spare a dime?       

                                                                                                    
               MISUNDERSTOOD   



 Sometimes the way I walk and a way I talk     
 Is noticed,


 My words out loud are not always poetry spoken.



 A look upon my face is perhaps seen as an angry  
 Glare,


 To be safe is not always a smile shown, a distance 
 Kept.


 Trust a little, just enough so that I am not fooled 
 Or taken,


 Misunderstood I know I am, a judgement without 
 Knowledge.


 Misunderstood as an appearance does not tell of who 
 I am,


 An impression to be observed, not always a story known.


             Keith Garrett

                                                                                                                   
                   MICHAEL,
                                                                                                           
               LITTLE BOY LOST

 So young when daddy expected  you to be a man,


 The world wanted you so away was taken a boys 
 Childhood.

 Sent down from heaven, a special gift to share 
 With the world,

 Your name would be Michael, a story for you to tell.

                                                                            
 Little boy, little boy, a smile so bright on your 
 Face,

                                                                            
 Happiness and peace desired for this human race.


 With magical energy, you danced around the world,


                                                                             
 Songs from the heart, Michael! you've gone away.


                                                                                     
 As you grew up you learned to be a child,


 Bringing joy to those children who had not a 
 Smile.

                                                                                        Little boy lost, now you've been found,

                                                                                Dancing and singing beyond the stars far away.

 A smile and some laughter remembered on a face,


 Michael, dear Michae, you are home, in heaven, 
 You rest.
               Keith Garrett

            MIRROR WITHIN A MIRROR


 I sit here in this chair waiting, a room full 
 Of people, this is real,


 As I sit it is a mirror that faces me, I look 
 Deep into this glass reflection.


 Not a fantasy that one may walk into, step beyond 
 A world so real,


 What rests inside is a duplicate place that shows 
 A room I am sharing.


 There is another, a mirror within a mirror that 
 Hangs very high up,


 Look into this mirror I do, off in the distance 
 I gaze into another place.


 Where I sit is very real, venture I can not do  
 In the mirror or mirror within a mirror.



 This material room i'm in is reality, what lies  
 Beyond are reflections not touched.

                Keith Garrett

              MADMAN FROM DETROIT


 Once before but nomore with the Amboy Dukes 
 Was he,

 Ted's his name, on the stage he was something 
 To see.

 Terrible Ted, at times he was called,

 The words from his mouth were screams heard 
 For sure.

 Appeared to be crazy, he could speak very fast,


 He wailed out his songs, now let's bring them back.


 His passion for hunting was as great as his act on 
 On the stage,

 This mad man from Detroit appeared to have such 
 Rage.

 He rocked and he yelled, to all he would sing,


 Don't think anyone's like him fore the energy he 
 Would bring.

 A mad man he was, and always will be,  Ted Nugent.


              By Keith Garrett