" FACE OF A MAN"
Look my way, stare Into these aging eyes of green,
I've seen,
Hair of a lost blonde, long gone, reflections'
Of change.
Once whiskers' of a darkness, now a different shade
Of life,
A smile always the same If not hidden beneath sorrow
Or pain.
Lines appear on this face when seen through the days'
Sunlight,
Growing older but never so old as to give up the search,
I'm searching.
Through the tears' laughter finds' a face of love wanted,
My face,
Look my way, this Is the face of a man, expressions'
Of thought show through.
More than a stare, a smile, or many pictures combined
From a world of time,
Take a closer look, give one more stare, understand
The face of a man.
Keith Garrett
HANGMAN
HANGMAN
On a dirty street, in a western town back in time,
The gallows,
He is the hangman, stands always still as the shadows
Drift with time.
He is everywhere, face covered always in a mask of
Darkness,
Not a ruler but he holds the authority to life and
Death.
A noose hovers, it sways with the wind, waiting for
Those whom sin,
You didn't just break the law, the ultimate crime
Lived in your mind.
A life you did take, murder will get you a date with
The hangman,
Many years ago when life was hard on the trail, guns
An every day tool.
When a man chooses the wrong road, decisions of criminal
Deeds will do him in,
The hangman will watch as you climb the stairs, each
Step you will sweat.
A choice you have made, time to pay, the hangman does
have his day.
Keith Garrett
THESE BOYS OF SUMMER
THESE BOYS' OF SUMMER
They come to play, these men of the field,
All dressed the same for this game they don't fear.
Nine men with a number and a name on their back,
The goal Is to defend and conquer this enemy who
Will attack.
A crowd will gather In support of these warriors'
Well trained,
They'll cheer till the end, this battle of power
Tat has its own name.
One by one each stands' at the plate,
As one lone attacker throws' his weapon their way.
With a bat In his hands' he defends' his ground,
A crack that echoes can be heard If he strikes back
At him what was thrown from the mound.
They dive and they jump to stop what's sent their way,
To hold back the attack of nine men here today.
These boys' of Summer who fight to become
Champions' of the game, to be remembered for
What they have done.
Keith Garrett
YEARBOOKS
YEARBOOKS
Forty six years old, dust and cobwebs, they
Waited for me,
These books I remember during my years at a
long ago school.
Bernardo Yorba is where I made my journey on an
Early morning cruise,
When I saw those yearbooks, what memories they
Brought to me.
When I opened those yearbooks there was before my
Eyes, yesterday,
Turning the pages showed me many ghosts of friends,
Images from the past.
I picture them moving along across the school campus,
Laughing as once before,
The sounds of those school days I can hear in my head,
Looking through books.
Action shots from our years at a school, Bernardo Yorba,
A little fun back then,
Pictures of teachers, some are gone now, their voices
Echo through yearbooks.
Keith Garrett
THESE THINGS I DREAM
THESE THINGS' I DREAM
Within myself, thinking of a place In another
Reality,
What lies around me may be a different
Consciousness.
This state of mind as I am not awake, floating,
floating,
I see a world like never have I Imagined before,
I see.
Visions' sent to my brain, pictures of stories past
Or future,
These things' I dream, a mystery from an eternity.
Keith Garrett
IMAGINE THIS
IMAGINE THIS!
Take a moment and Imagine this! love so real,
A most special love, only to a woman who can't
Be.
Think of a world where pain and sorrow are only a
Myth,
Where laughter and smiles wake you to each sunrise.
What If hunger and sickness were but a childs'
Nightmare,
Selfishness and hate were a demon caged In a place
Of nomore.
Could love be forever as the moon shows Its' face In
The sky,
Ask this beyond the sky to where heaven lies, Is all
Possible.
Imagine this! Is a kiss just a kiss, to the blind
Hearted only this,
To eyes that meet anothers,' a connection may
Forever exist.
Imagine this! If dreams' and wishes came true, I
Dream of you,
Your special wish would come true, Imagine this!
Keith Garrett
DO YOU KNOW THESE PEOPLE?
DO YOU KNOW THESE PEOPLE?
They are shadows of friends' long since gone,
They are men and women, friendly or not, they are,
They stand there co- workers', strangers' not
Yet known,
Husbands' wives, boyfriends' or girlfriends' past
And present.
A chance there's a brother, sister missed for
some time,
Ghosts' from memories of a long time ago, friend
Or foe.
A mother or father, one for a while missed, the
Other forever,
Once stood where you could see, now shadows In
eternity.
Do you know these people, can you recognize
Their faces,
From different times and different places.
Keith Garrett
WORDS OF SADNESS
WORDS' OF SADNESS
Goodbye from the lips' of a woman loved deep
Inside,
I miss you, I miss you, Is a heart felt cry,
I die.
Hate Is a word so strong that It sickens' the
Soul,
Death has a sound, an ending all of Its' own.
Lost and sought but never again to be found,
Words' of pain, these words' of sadness.
Remembering love, remember It well, a word,
Letters' of words' of sadness, sad but true.
Are names but words' remembered but wished
Forgotten,
Wanting and regret rest In the spirit of a saddened
Man.
May words' of sadness turn to those of lessons,
May sadness fade Into words' of a happier today.
Keith Garrett
INTO THE WOODS
INTO THE WOODS
Leave behind the concrete jungle and every day
Expectations,
Step out of your work shoes and Into another
Frame of mind.
Away from the pain and sorrow of what a love
Destroys,
Your heart and mind, leave far behind.
Walk your feet Into a world of darkness,
Hearing only the crunch of what's beneath you.
No stress or the fast pace of It all,
Only trees that watch as you pass by them all.
Where all Is quiet except creatures that stir,
This Is a different world where you will not be
Heard.
No worries or crying over what's out there,
Into the woods, alone I am there.
Keith Garrett
I AM NOT A RICH MAN BUT RICH I AM
I AM NOT A RICH MAN
BUT RICH I AM
I do not own a home or a treasure chest of gold,
Stocks and bonds are few, diamonds are a little too.
I am not a rich man as calculated by statistics and
Daily man,
A special car or a vacation home does not show of
My value.
I am not a rich man, estimated by paper money or
material things,
But rich I am, If life is valued in a simple way,
Just a regular day.
These things are free but of gold bars to me, listen
To what makes a rich man,
If love is in your day then rich you are in a most
Special way.
I can walk and see with my every day, I breathe freely,
I'm okay,
A roof over my head, clothes on my back, never to bed
Am I hungry.
So much can cost money, beauty, staying healthy, a
song you sing is free,
but rich I am, with that which is mine and my thoughts
Every day.
Keith Garrett