IN A DREAM

                        IN A DREAM


I saw you wandering in a dream,


In the dark, quiet as you searched.


Not a word spoken from your lips,


What do you seek haunted one.?


I can't find my way back home as each night I roam,


It is you who see me wandering in a dream.


What do you search for asking one? 


You are the dreamer who saw me wandering.


Now tell me wanderer, who is the dreamer and whose 
In the dream?

Is it only I and are you the dream.


You call me the haunted one but who is the haunted,


Not a word from my lips but you are the sleeping one.


What is it that you seek, why can't you find your 
Own way home,

I do not know as sometimes I am in the dark and quiet.


   Keith Garrett

HALLOWEEN

                          HALLOWEEN
This night is so dark, so much to see,
All spirits among us, they search for you and me.
As the wind howls through the trees and hills,
The terror grows more, in our hearts, it fills.
Look to the sky, search for the moon,
Watch as it grows fore something comes really soon.
All things to believe on all hallows eve,
Feel this fright in you, there's no way to leave.
The goblins and ghouls steal the souls,
Of fools out on this night as the dead come out of 
Their holes.                                               
One night of the year on Halloween,
Your Imagination will haunt you, all fear can be seen.
Ghosts all around you on a cold, stormy night, 
Keep an eye open for the thing that will bite.
As lightning strikes into your sight,
Bats fly above, oh! what a night.
Alone in your mind with what's real or fake,
It seems like a dream, are you asleep or awake?
The creatures are coming yet you don't hear a sound,
There's a smell all around, does it fume 
From the ground.                                       
Now starting to rain on this Eerie Halloween night,
Death sneaks up on you, only darkness, no sign of light.
A cold shiver goes up your spine,
You sense in the fog that nothing is fine.
Turning around to see that it's me,
No longer alone but lost it is we.
We need to get back to where it began,
Our thoughts and our fears, alive if we can.
Now it's morning, slowly you awake,
Cold, wet, and dirty, was this all a dream?
                                                                         I hope for our sake.


  Keith Garrett

THE BOO MAN

                                                                                          
                      "THE BOO MAN"


You were there, a dark, mysterious, figure of something,


I woke one night and It was you I saw standing In 
The corner.

No words from you but suddenly you were no longer there,


Are you there watching as one sleeps? they dream, 
Not a dream.

You haunt one, you haunt yet another, what do you seek,  
Are you of evil?


You seem to go from room to room, place to place with not  
Much of a face.


What were you trying to say to me? I wonder If you 
Take many away,

In the attic, you do hide, forgot to close it all the way,                
Up there in the dark of night.


They know you stare In the dark, I think you roam with  
Laughter when no one is home,


I wonder If you are friend or foe, do you guard or wait  
To torment innocent soul?


A young boy knows you are there, seen by more than just   
one, You are named the boo man,


You are quiet and not much fun, what is it you search  
For from beyond the setting sun?


It appears you have gone to another place, will you  
Return after putting fear upon another's face,


 Where are you boo man! do you watch me as always I   
 Wonder Just where you might be?


         Keith Garrett

VOICES IN THE WIND

                                                                         
                       VOICES IN THE WIND

Listen to it, can you hear the wind through the trees?


The falling leaves, branches scratching against 
The windows.

 Laying in my bed, slowly drifting off to sleep, 
 The sounds are there,

 It's dark in my room , only the light from the 
 Moon shines through.

The window I close as it is growing cold, drifting  
Clouds bring in the gloom,


 With my head on my pillow, blankets so warm, 
 Thoughts are alive.

Whispering, is it my imagination, was I in a dream state, 
I could only only hope,


I heard it again, I thought it was the blowing wind 
Against the trees.


It started, voices upon voices speaking to me as 
The wind sounds,

 Help me! it hurts! let me in! the words "I cant breathe"  
 Won't let me sleep.


 Why is it that these voices are listened to by my ears,  
 Nervous with fear, 


 What do they want, why don't they leave me alone in  
 My harmless home,


 Voices in the wind, is it me or are there really 
 voices in the wind.
    Keith Garrett

MORRO BAY

                          MORRO BAY


 We went away, far away,
 To a town of sand and water to play.


 At times' the winds' were cold and fast,
 The weather changed, this did not last.


 Life Is slow and peaceful too,
 The people all friendly, something new.


 We played In the sand with no worries of things,
 A mother, a daughter, my two sons, and the joy 
 That they bring.

 As they sat In the water, the boats we watched rest,
 We all stood together to watch the sunset.


 Walking the streets of this place never been,
 Wanting to live here to call It my friend.


 As It rose In the morning, the suns' rays of light,
 All day It would let us enjoy such a sight.


 We get ourselves lost In a place such as this,
 Oh! nothing could be sweeter, the rest of the world  
 I would not miss.


 If you ever get a chance to go to this place,
 A fresh air you will smell, different foods' 
 You will taste.

 When It came time to leave, feelings' bittersweet,
 To this world of yours, again we will meet.


 I wanna go back, go back one day,
 To this place of peace known, Morro Bay.


       Keith Garrett

WHEREVER YOU GO

                       WHEREVER YOU GO


He knows wherever you go, he knows,



You travel far to keep a distance.



Hiding only gives you a slight chance to breathe,



He can sense your fear, your thoughts are heard.



You must stay as far away as possible,



He's somewhere, does he hear you, is he near?



You should have never smiled when he caught your eyes,



The evil in him, his wanting for you is like a drug.



 Wherever you go, a trail is for him to know,



 With the wind, he can smell your scent or your fear.



 This is for you, a prison of sorts,



No place can you hide, keep moving or someday 
He will find you.

                           Keith Garrett

I HAUNT YOUR NEIGHBORHOOD, ON HALLOWEEN

                I HAUNT YOR NEIGHBORHOOD

                     ON HALLOWEEN


Waiting for the light of day to come to its end,  
Watching,
I'm there in the shadows, behind the trees I lurk.

This is my night but you may think it's yours, 
Let's find out,
Celebrate the faces you wear, I wear only one face, 
Darkness.
Inside your houses, hide you should but there is no  
Intelligence in you,

You'll walk the night with your children hunting for a  
Chocolate or treat.

Up in the trees as the wind blows is where you might  
Find me, maybe,
The moon is full as it sits in the wide open night sky.

I move as you move through your neighborhood streets,

Seeing what you see awaiting you, waiting for a 
Different treat.
There's something stalking, hunting without a trace, 
Quietly there,
By morning I'll be gone but with me some of those 
Who wear masks.
Am I like you or do you pretend to resemble what I am,

What I am has a face that changes with each season, 
Tonight no face.
I haunt your neighborhood on Halloween, I am this 
Nightmare
That you will never dream, I am in your neighborhood.

        Keith Garrett  

UNDER A FULL MOON

                        UNDER A FULL MOON


 Beware on this night as you stroll along,


 It's cold and dark, the screeching cry echoes.


Through the hills, into the misty night woods,


He's out there under a full moon, angrily searching.


If you see his shadow beyond the trees,


Then run, as fast and far fore it may be to late.


The smell of your fear lingers in the air,


His thirst for the blood, for the flesh most wanted.


The howling under the moon will be a life saving clue,


Your path is studied, your only escape is 
Behind locked doors.

Your only safety may be the rising sun as dawn 
Approaches,

On this moon risen night he becomes the beast.


He feels no remorse, no heart to be found,


Under a full moon, he stalks the living.


He is a killer in the moonlight,


Under a full moon, he is not kind.


   Keith Garrett

SIX GUN SAM

                                                                                              
                        SIX GUN SAM


                                                                      Travels the land, on his own he stands,


Gun for hire, if the price is right, he'll kill any man.


                                                                            A lonely road for a heartless soul,


                                                                   You get what you get when sin is your gold.


                                                                           He passes through most any town,


 He's six gun Sam, someday a stranger will shoot him down,


                                                                                      Lay him in the ground.


                                                                         A sad life indeed, he's got no family,


 Not a friend to his name, when he dies, no man will
 Stand at his side.               


                                                                           Who will remember six gun Sam,


                                                                   The man who died with a gun in his hand.

      Keith Garrett

WHO ARE YOU?

                                                                          
                       WHO ARE YOU?


It's late October and Fall has made its presence,


The wind blows through the emptying trees, less leaves.


Evening is approaching as the sun is falling,


Walking through the park with my shadow following me.


Behind the tree, over my shoulder, it is you I see,


Fear rushes through me as you've been watching.


My footsteps are faster, my heart pounds like a drum,


No longer are you there, I am scared, are you for real?


Run do I for home, safe behind a locked door,


I forgot about you as I relax all alone.


You stare through my window, this I do not know,


I am not scared but soon you will change this.


The wind is loud on this thirty first of October,


My eyes peek out to see the night, your face meets mine.


Horror fills my soul, who are you! who are you!


Again you are gone as I search all around.


I drift off to sleep upstairs in my bed,


Dreaming, I can hear myself ask the words, who are you!


My eyes open in mind numbing fear, it is you!


Who are you! the last words I hear are, 
Do you really want to know.
                                  Keith Garrett