"BOOK OF FAITH"
I'd like to read to you a story, sit back and listen
Dear friend,
This Is about a man who has lost and found things
Of happiness.
He Is not a wise man although at times he knows
Of wisdom,
He Is not an angry man but anger lives within his
Spirit.
This man walks a road, of at times, fear and
Confidence lost,
Happiness Is that which he so much wants to hold
Onto, but there
Are those moments when to be happy can be a
Struggle, a search.
He Is a man of Inner strength, he possesses no
Surrender, will not give up,
There are those times when weakness attacks and
The battle rages.
He holds In him close to his heart, faith that all will
be as it should,
That things will turn out, God willing, the way he
Intended.
This man has much love In him as he did and still
Loves but will Again love,
To live on his own, too live his life and again share
His time with another.
This Is my story, this Is my book of faith told only to
You dear friend,
Keep It with you always, may the Lord bless and
Watch over you,
As your road Is traveled each and every day Into
the rest of your life.
Love always, Keith Garrett
Author: Man of many thoughts
SUPER BATTLEFIELD
SUPER BATTLEFIELD
There's a war on, it's been planned,
Strategies have been worked on, enemy
Close at hand.
Two Generals who do know of each other,
One's arm is his cannon, the other a fighter.
They're gearing up fore it's time to stand and
Flight,
Strap on their armor, weapons are of many.
Through pain or blood or the dark, cold, of night,
They do not surrender on this battlefield of might.
Armies of two, strong and fearless they march,
Until one is laying on the field, battle rages on.
This is a battlefield like no other,
Strength and speed, mistakes must be few.
A near perfect game plan, a prayer, and some hope,
To the victor, a field taken, champions proud,
They will stand tall.
Keith Garrett
HEY THERE, MOM!
HEY THERE, MOM!
I saw the lightly, snow covered, mountains today,
Did you see the mountains from a different view,
Did you see me as I walked today, I thought of you.
I felt the wind, the trees swayed with an echoing sound,
Were you in the trees, were you part of the cool breeze?
Mom, I was wondering if you know that we are all here,
Do you see us each day as we live and try to find our way?
When the rain falls are you part of that which brings life,
Do you remember rainy days when as children we were
By your side.
Hey there, mom! you are thought of many times before the
Sun goes down,
Did you see the sun today, mom, it still sets as once we
Watched together.
Keith Garrett
It's been almost four years, mom
WARRIORS OF THE FIELD
WARRIORS' OF THE FIELD
,They come to this place to taunt each other,
On a battlefield, against friend or brother.
They stand and they face, each other to start,
Twenty two men, with no fear In their hearts'.
From start to finish, this Is a race,
All of them wearing, the same game face.
Like a game of chess, their strategy Is planned,
To conquer the enemy, who Invades their land.
They charge down the field, like soldiers' they run,
Let nothing stop them, from getting the job done
They make their way, through mud and rain,
To the other side, they fight through the pain.
Now the sound, of people as they yell,
Down on that field, must be some kind of hell.
In the end, when It's all done,
These warriors' of the field, so much they have won.
Keith Garrett
I
I
I who you don't understand,
Once was small, use to sit In the sand.
Sometimes so hard, In my heart It seems',
To show what Is I, the reality not the dreams'.
At a distance you're kept from what Is me,
One who likes music, and writes words' of dreams'.
Yes! I am afraid to show,
A much easier portrait for those to know.
I wear a mask for most to see,
Few only know that It Is me.
This Is a person you've just met,
Don't know why but It Is I.
Keith Garrett
IF NO SIGHT HAD I
IF NO SIGHT HAD I
Suddenly, so suddenly, my eyes, they could no
Longer see,
Where did everything go, what am I to become,
I'm blind.
Darkness, only darkness can be my world now,
To be afraid,
Never again a sunny day, the night visits' me
Repeatedly.
If no sight had I, there would be many new
Thoughts And adventures,
The wind I would hear as I did before, my
Imagination would create,
Pictured scenes of what It was doing.
Music would still be heard, although my mind
Could see the story,
A song might tell with Its' words.
A television show now only to be heard, no
, Picture book to go with,
A kiss could still be placed upon her lips', no
Sight or sound do I need.
Feelings' here are what will be needed, and a
Little sense of touch,
If no sight had I, life would be just fine.
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
Who 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
TODAY, TOMORROW, AND FOREVER
" TODAY, TOMORROW, AND FOREVER"
Today It Is that I awake to a new life, a new morning,
This morning,
Yesterday doesn't need me anymore, she holds' no
place in her heart.
Dreams' die hard fore wishes are merely a fairytale,
Make believe, Float do I on a cloud of hope and prayer,
Seeing my world, day to day.
Does tomorrow wait for me, If so, look forward to my
visit I will,
Not yet written, what words' does It have for me, does
It hold for me a story.
Forever In this world I can not be, I will fade away, a
Memory I must be,
Today, tomorrow, and forever, there will always be, a
Forever awaits me.
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
WIND IN THE FOREST
WIND IN THE FOREST
Wandering, walking, leaving behind this world
For a while,
Letting my footsteps' take me beyond what I know,
Letting go.
Deep, deep Into a land of which perhaps there's
no return,
Chances taken by a man with many fears, today I live.
Trees so high that darkness fills the sky, can't see the
Light,
Where the moon rests, not visible to these searching
Eyes.
Sounds' of the forest are the only company to me,
Speaking words to the trees, does anything listen.?
I can feel and hear the wind In the forest,
It speaks In sound, It Is with me, It finds me.
Keith Garrett