DREAMS’
Dreams’ like the hopes and wishes that rest In our hearts’,
Some come true, If for us only a shattered few, like you.
Dreams’ are a look Into the future of our wanting thoughts’,
Reasons’ and seasons’ for them to be or be not.
Dreams’ may bring love to a heart so lonely and of care,
What Is a dream If never with another shared?
I dream of one day when a dreamers’ heart finds mine,
We’ll walk as one but two different lives.
Keith Garrett
DREAM WORLD
In the light, I saw them, a sky of Orange floating,
An army of ape men dressed in full armor above,
On a hill, they stood, spread out far and wide.
Suddenly, music echoed from the sky, an Eerie sound,
I recognized the tune from an English band listened too.
My sleeping eyes saw them with many faces of fear,
Guns in hand turned before these eyes into electric guitars,
Watching Apelike men come together as a band in a dream world land.
Keith Garrett
DON’T TELL ME YOU’RE SORRY
You do it again and again, how can you be a friend?
You have done these things before, over and over I see.
You stole my money and said you do not know why,
The wounds heal after time goes by but again it happens, tell me why.
Don’t tell me you’re sorry family or friend, I have heard that tune before,
What’s worse than that I’ll tell you now, is when it’s never said at all.
From many mouths, from place to place and town to town, words come out,
Things are done and things are said, again and again to no end,
Don’t tell me you’re sorry, I have heard it all before, don’t bother me anymore.
Keith Garrett
DON’T CRY FOR YESTERDAY
We have our yesterday, a life growing up,
As a child, life can be the hardest lesson.
Painful memories, scars that carry into our tomorrow,
The good times with family, brothers, and sisters we know.
In our past, our close by yesterday as adults,
We have grown and changed, hopefully for the good.
So as children or adults, as long as we are alive,
There will be a today, a yesterday, and a tomorrow.
We dream of the future, these thoughts we have today,
Don’t cry for yesterday, remember it, cherish that part of your life
You made through good times or bad,
Lessons that taught us, let us not today forget that which we’ve learned.
We are born, we have life, and ultimately we die,
In between are given an experience to see this world
That we truly don’t understand.
So, don’t cry for yesterday.
Keith Garrett
DOES THE SKY DREAM?
The sky is always night somewhere in our world,
Does it dream as it sleeps there where it rests.?
Awake as it does to the morning sunlight,
In another place, it goes to bed again for the night.
There are friends all around this wide open space
That watch over each other in its universe.
Does the sky dream,? always as it exists,
What would it say if to us it spoke.?
Keith Garrett
DOES IT REALLY HAPPEN?
Are they out there somewhere beyond the earth,
Do they study us as we sleep, what do you think?
What happens behind closed doors, we have an idea,
But what closed doors are worse than another?
Does it really happen? yes, it does, they spy from within,
The dollar exchanges hands in every land, good and bad.
They’re taken and sold, disappear without a trace,
Money to be gained in any type of place.
Does it really happen? don’t close your eyes to the day,
I’m not trying to be of a cynical mind but something is coming our way.
Keith Garrett
DO YOU REMEMBER A PLACE
We had to say goodbye, leave it behind, in time so far away,
It still stands not only where we left it but always in our minds.
Do you remember a place where friends were together,
A place where we all grew up just a little.
It seemed like we were somewhat older then,
No! we were not, only teenage kids.
We gossiped and fought over silly things,
Our own groups of whom we would let in.
Do you remember a field, a hangout back then,
A parking lot of dirt, later cement.
A quad only for seniors, now funny it seems,
A football team of boys, champions in the end.
Teachers, some we would never forget,
Friends once lost, now friends again.
Vending machines, and lockers, classes to learn in,
Taken a little for granted so many sunrises ago.
Here’s to Esperanza high school, I’m glad it was back then,
Never a group of students and friends like you,
Do you remember a place with such friends.?
Keith Garrett
