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Mar 2020 · 133
Perspective
Walker Garrett Mar 2020
Just think for a moment what it must take for a person to wake up every morning to the same smiling face they’ve loved for 25 years, only to remember for the 8th time this week that ever since the dementia, what was once a love on fire had become a daily exercise in re-acquaintance and discovery of love lost.

This is a person of fortitude.
Their love abounding; heart secured.

We aught to honor this person.
#dementia #partnerswithdementia
Nov 2017 · 285
Pain
Walker Garrett Nov 2017
we are slow dancing.

music calls out softly from above,
but i barely notice,
entranced by the moment.
we swing together with ease,
two halves of a greater mind.
i’m so glad to have restored
this peace.

but then you step on my toe.

the music swells.
suddenly my fists are beating on your chest.
they pound on and on but do no damage.
with each strike your resolve only builds.
the space between our bodies nears inferno.
now the room burns red.
ash rains down in glowing heaps,
charring my skin but missing you altogether.
chaos has found my sanctuary.
i cry out to you:
make it stop!
just let me be!

but the flames still boil with hostility.
i look into your eyes,
searching for the humanity
behind that steely gaze.
but there is none to find.
i struggle to keep dancing,
to keep thinking, caring, breathing!
i forget how to love!

then there is quiet.
the fire dies,
the music slows.

we are slow dancing.
Nov 2017 · 218
Hope
Walker Garrett Nov 2017
You are the wind
beneath my feet
lifting me from the ground
just high enough to taste
exhilaration

You fill up my heart
right when it’s about to choke
on the fumes
that have sustained it
for too long

You are not absolute
You make no promises
But you breathe potential
from every mouth of your
existence

Raise me up from
the depths of this darkness
I know you are the wind
beneath my feet
You have proven that

So lift me higher
Aug 2017 · 225
this dance
Walker Garrett Aug 2017
(let’s go said he
but where said she)
just far said he
how far said she

away said he
(okay said she
but how said he
just now said she)

(this place said he
i know said she
with love said he
our love said she)

this dance said he
(deep trance said she
my bride said he
my guide said she)

(it’s time said he
but why said she)
must leave said he
can’t breathe said she

i wish said he
you’ll miss said she
i care said he
(not fair said she)
Aug 2017 · 219
tell me
Walker Garrett Aug 2017
tell me why i hear your voice on the wind
and glimpse your eyes among the lily flowers
tell me why everytime i think of you
i stay thinking and thinking for hours

tell me how to sleep with you on my mind
and forget those nights with just us two
tell me how to keep my hands from shaking
every **** time i come and talk to you

tell me if you ever want to be friends
and of course never wait to do so
tell me how i’m supposed to be happy
when you know these things i don’t know
Feb 2017 · 391
Fairyland
Walker Garrett Feb 2017
There is a boy in my past who went to bed
and learned to play with the fairies of his dreams.
He came to know there was always an escape,
but never seemed to need one.
“Go off and play with the fairies,”
his mother told him,
“they miss you.”

There is a boy in my past who woke up
with fairies beating their wings
against the insides of his conscience,
leaving soft marks on his mind.
There has never since been a feeling
so transcendent.

There is a boy in my past who went to bed
and lay awake, remembering the feeling of magic.
More and more, he was unable to find that place,
but never stopped trying.

That boy no longer understands
what it means to escape this colorless reality.
He does not understand the sweet taste
of freedom or the rush of passion.

Those fairies meant more to him
than just cheap, dreamy thrills.
They were the embodiment of all good things
and the teachers of all human emotion.
It was from them that the boy learned
to perceive life with a colored perspective
instead of the monochrome expectation.
It was from them that he realized
his own personal definition
of a meaningful existence.

There is a boy in my present
who longs for how things used to be.
His mother no longer allows him
to visit with the fairies.
Sometimes he wishes
that she would.
Oct 2016 · 341
Quiet in Chaos
Walker Garrett Oct 2016
He stands amidst the crippling pressure,
unaware of surrounding lights.
More peaceful than bothered,
he revels in his own ideas.
Not through banishment,
but through his own ingenuity,
does he find quiet in the chaos.
Sep 2016 · 346
IXXI
Walker Garrett Sep 2016
Falling.
I see a blur of crimson;
an inferno of rage,
and taste salty tears.

I see a blur of crimson
reflected on the slick glass;
the taste of salty tears
masking my afflictions.  

Reflections on the slick glass
of an office building near Queens
mask the afflictions.
But it’s hard to escape reality.

The office building near Queens
becomes my prison.
It’s hard to escape the reality
of my monotonous task.

My prison
is swarming with ringing phones.
The monotony of my task
causes me distress.

I’m swarmed with ringing phones.
But the grief of giving the bad news
causes me such distress;
it is too much for my soul to bear.

The grief of giving the bad news
to a mother of six
is too much for my soul to bear.
Burned, I tell her, shattered.

To the mother of six,
my words are like a broken record.
Burned, I tell her, shattered;
there was nothing left to save.

My words are like a broken record
fed to me by the suffocating bureaucracy:
there was nothing left to save.
Falling.
Feb 2016 · 311
Eclipse
Walker Garrett Feb 2016
Sun kissed moon,
In a fleeting glance,
I find you.
Dec 2015 · 499
Lonely Days
Walker Garrett Dec 2015
The clock strikes one and I am feeling down
By the window and i'm feeling all the pain
But what the hell is wrong with this old town?
It brings me grief and causes such disdain
Through its lonely channels do I walk
Come back each night and take a little time
To contemplate the big ways that I talk
And learn to fall the flipside of a dime
Alterations come and go too fast
Coffee shops and liquor stops they be
In number very few and never last
Short in time they fall to lock and key
The window glistens with my endless sorrow
Have to hope some good will come tomorrow
Dec 2015 · 1.3k
13 Candles
Walker Garrett Dec 2015
I
The room was dark
The room was not completely dark
There was a candle

II
Through the dark wood
the journey seems less
when candles light the way

III
The man began to flail in his bed
The nurse came running,
but was too late
Soon after, the candle was blown out

IV
The mood was just right
the lights dimmed down
Candles lined the rim
as he slipped into the tub

V
What do you call a s'more
with no marshmallow?
Is it still a s'more?
Or something else?
This is just as a jack o'lantern has no life
without a candle

VI
A single candle
can appear a raging monster
in the way its’ shadow contrasts the light

VII
A candle under the sun
has nothing to show
It is only when the moon turns
that its beauty is revealed

VIII
The flapping of a butterfly's wings
can sometimes start a hurricane
A candle, just the same
has the power to burn down a forest

IX
The monk sits alone in the temple
surrounded by a circle of candles
He has finally found peace

X
Even the blind man
knows the beauty of candles
He cannot see
but their presence
fills his scenes with wonder
He does not have to see the flame
to believe in its beauty

XI
The groom and bride
walk down the glowing isle
The candles spread throughout
are the bindings of their marriage

XII
From the street
seven windows can be seen
Each one flickers
with the soft light of a candle

XIII
For hours
the candle burns bright
It begins to storm
The hopeful flame is doused
by the enemy
A tribute to "Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird" by Wallace Stevens
Dec 2015 · 318
Ode to the Cold
Walker Garrett Dec 2015
Frigid winters in beauty endless
Stiff wood branches plated with snow
ready to be consumed by the howling wind
Big eyed snowmen and rolling hills of white
Puffy coats given reason to be freed
from the realm of their containment
Sticky dew filled mornings
make the air stiff with an icy breeze
Frozen ponds so graceful skate across

A cup of cocoa and a blazing hearth
perhaps more favored by some
But getting warm can only happen
to one that has been cold before
Out the window can sometimes be
the best way to experience your beauty
One does not have to be in the cold
to imagine the tingling of sensation

From head to toe can I feel you
Chisel out my rotten soul and replace
with a blizzard of light freeze
hiding the many layers of filth and grime
A coating of cream atop a delicious addiction
For some, though not many, you do this to us
The span of your imagination is beyond us
And so do we manage to fight fire with fire;
Your ice with our ice, and ours with yours,
but we know you will always prevail

— The End —