A MYSTERY

Something not discovered, a story that grows,


That which can not be figured out, a mystery.


 Who did it, or how did it happen, is a question,


Responsibility for a disappearance or crime.


Aliens are around us constantly, keep searching,


A mystery it is about Jack the Ripper, who was Jack?


Things exaggerated from the human mind, folklore,


A mystery grows with time, a mystery created within 
The mind.
                      Keith Garrett

A speck of dust, a trickle of water,

Soon would blow with the wind, and

Dry into nothing.

Our time is now, as we are a whisper

Wanting to be heard,

A short period for laughter, remembered

For what we leave.

For so long has time existed, the world,

The universe is large,

We are but a fragment, a particle of all

That was created.

A moment in time was this gift we were

Given from God above,

A moment to see and love all there is to

Understand from this.

Where we go from here, we shall not know,

But hold no fear,

Like many fallen leaves from a tree, we are

One, we disappear.

Keith Garrett

LET ME TAKE YOU ON A JOURNEY

This is the real world, and we are alive,

God created this world, and Jesus was an only son

We have today, there are no answers, while tomorrow never knows,

It’s been a long time comin’ and, after millions of years, life visits me.

Some have American skin, once there wasn’t any,

Since the beginning of time, those who existed were worlds apart.

Being in such small groups in the early days of man,

Well! the thought was we take care of our own,

You needed a good eye to watch for danger.

Here we go, livin’ in the future, nothing to hear, a radio nowhere,

I came upon some black cowboys, one they called outlaw Pete.

A silver palomino, wanted by the law, riding under an empty sky,

The price you pay for being on the wrong side of justice.

You’ll be comin’ down when you want it all or nothin’ at all,

When your life is about doing only badthen you’re just a dead man walkin’

Drifting further on up the road in a time of machines was he,

A gypsy biker told me a story called, The Ghost of Tom Joad.

He was a soul driver on a search for something,

A hungry heart had he, spoke of Independence Day, then said the long goodbye.

Thinking about family and the ties that bind, I remember Maria’s bed,

I think of her, my sherry darling,

Thoughts of another, asking Rosalita, come out tonight, my crush on you.

                          Keith Garrett

 A WISE MAN SAID


A wise man said, Never, angry to bed,


Let go of the anger or sorrow that 
Fills your heart.

Think before you act, be wise with your 
Choice,

Put your thoughts together before words 
Come out wrong.

Physical violence is not a last resort,


You've traveled too far, and now you are lost.


A wise man said you can't always get what 
You want,

Things won't always go your way,


Keep control and pray for another day.


If at first, you don't succeed, try, try again,


When the morning sun rises, there's another 
Chace, you'll have.

 A wise man said, but a wise man is he who can 
Keep a clear head.
                    Keith Garrett

      BEFORE AND AFTER

There was a time when I was not here,


No thoughts, no name, or Identity were mine.


I had no pain or sorrow, not a thing for 
Me to know,

Where was I before I became me, somewhere waiting?

A time will come when I am no longer here, will I have thoughts?

 A name remembered, my Identity will not be this body or mind.

Again, there will be no pain or sorrow, I will be somewhere else,

Before and after, heaven-bound, where was I before my first sound?

     Keith Garrett

February twenty-second, a day so long ago,

Nineteen thirty-nine,

A little girl born to this world, hello
There! Barbara Jean Cordischi.
What a year! The Yankees won the World 
Series, Gone with the Wind,
  
The Wizard of Oz was something special,
So were you, Mom.
World War two was coming, Life was just
Starting for you,
In the forties, you ran and played, 
Chased butterflies in the sun,

The fifties, you grew up a teen, rock n’ roll,

And Elvis were in.

For you, the sixties were of Marriage and

Children, a touch older,

So many changes in the seventies, a different place,

You were mom.

The years went by, decades watched 
Us grow, that little girl was chasing you,
You had a life, and now life has said goodbye,
The days are without your face,
We remember you always, Mom, We love and miss
You every day.
Happy birthday, mom,
Keith
        
    
      
     

Listen to the sound, close your eyes, and

Feel what it is that they speak,

Poetry cries out from these two hearts of

Musical inspiration.

They sing of dreams, possibilities of love,

Sadness around,

Separate thoughts, voices known well,

Together or apart, these men of imagination.

With so much emotion, from his soul comes

Words of hope,

Art Garfunkel stands as a dreamer in an imperfect

World.

This man’s guitar tells tales in magical tunes of

Rhythm,

Paul Simon is a thinker of the wonders that life

Holds for mankind.

Keith Garrett

 ELLEN DOESN'T LIVE HERE ANYMORE

I think of how she liked to run through 
The field of flowers,

A smile so bright, as if not a care in 
Her world, memories.

We swam in the lake, laughing under the 
Hot Summer sun,

 Walking to school on cool, Fall mornings,
Playing along the way.

She went away, such a sad day as my friend 
Went far away,

I still see her running through that field, with her smile so bright.

If I listen on quiet nights, I hear her splashing in the

Water, her laugh.

I walk to school in the morning, wondering if she  
Is by my side or near
I get tears because Ellen doesn't live here 
Anymore.
Keith Garrett

    A MISSION FROM GOD

Sent down from heaven, an angel in 
Disguise,


Once he was alive, a man with a name.



A mission from god, an assignment of 
Much worth,


To help the common man,  a chance for 
Mankind.


In some ways, a lonely path, this spirit 
On a mission,


A faith so real while he attempts to guide 
The mortal being.


This angel that once walked his earthly 
Path, walks again,


Roams a land where possibly once taken 
For granted.


A mission from god to help man better 
Understand,


Don't take for granted, while you still 
Have a chance.
                 Keith Garrett

There’s no way to see it, search and

Search,

I watch for tomorrow as today live,

Only live.

If this next should be a blessing given

To me,

Will I see all the beauty that’s put before

These eyes?

Blinded by the past, painful memories

Still a vision,

Walk forward, I do, into perhaps tomorrow,

Seeking.

Dream upon dream, and hope everlasting,

Energy and strength will guide me from

This day.

Seeking tomorrow is a heartfelt thought

To be,

Seeking tomorrow, when it comes, watching

I’ll be.

Keith Garrett