CRY BY THE LIGHT OF THE NIGHT!


 When there's nothing left, only those whom are of 
 Destruction,

 They live, but they are without a soul, a heart, any 
 Love connection.

 Hunt we do for food, water gathered by the riverside, 
 I cry,

 How for personal gain and greed can it all be thrown 
 Away?

 We run from the day, dodge by the dark of an endless 
 Night,

 Sleep is rare, with an eye open weapons are to be a 
 Trusted friend.

 There's no time being afraid when you're running for 
 Your life,

 The thought of what's right or wrong lives in your 
 Weary minds.

 Cry by the light of the night! run in the darkness, 
 Seek daylight,

 The battle may be strong, the war will end, I'll be 
 With you again.
                           Keith Garrett

                   BEACHES AND OCEANS

 To love the beach, walking along the sand so warm,


 Looking ahead of me at the pier in the distance.


 The feel of the wind as I'm walking along the wet, 
 Sandy shore,

 The sun shining in the sky, seagulls flying in search 
 For food.

 My thoughts are of many things as I dream of life's 
 Pleasures,

 At peace I am, strolling along listening, always 
 Listening.

 The waves are a beautiful sight, musical tunes crashing 
 Upon the open shore,

 The horizon seems like forever as I stare in silence 
 At its mystery.

 Shadows from clouds darken the ocean but only a touch,


 The wonders of life that live beneath the waters are 
 Seen from within.

 Beaches and oceans have been forever,


 There's a great love for me as they go on together.

                      Keith Garrett

                                                                                                                
                 BE NOT HERE



                                                                                      
 Disappear, go away and leave me alone,


 I don't need you anymore, you bring nothing.


 My energy is being drained, a piece taken away,


 You're out there but I need you not here.


 Be not here whoever you are, stay away,


 I've seen you in too many places around this world.


 You've done much harm to me fore you are them,


 You don't have a place in my life, a disease you be.


 Not to be trusted, worn by you are many faces,


 Many faces you are, which might be the right one,


 Be not here and I won't have to wonder who you are.


              Keith Garrett

                     "THE RIDER"


 He'll ride In the morning, through the day travels 
 The road,

 High upon the hills, a shadow beneath the clouds, 
 He rides.

 Into the wind, the rain blowing against his face, 
 He rides,

 The snow falls as through the mountain passes he 
 Is moving.

 A man with no name, throughout the land maybe a glimpse,


 He's known only as the rider, carrying whatever for hire.


 This horse he rides with colors of solid black and 
 White spots,

 A demon creature, wicked with speed like the wind.


 Brown and black hat worn on his head gives a mysterious 
 Appearance,

 A coat so long for cover and warmth shields him from  
 Weather, the rider.

 Boots on his feet of dark, broken In pattern can be 
 Noticed in the stirrups,

 This man of the land rides and rides just he and his 
 Faithful companion.

 Like a ghost so quiet he roams the wild wilderness 
 Of life,

 He's known as the rider, Into the night he rides.


                             Keith Garrett

                  REFLECTIONS'


 Like the sunlight on a clear window, my Image 
 Appears,

 Thoughts of yesterday bring a picture of you to
 My heart.

 Wandering back to you Is a place In my dreams at night,


 Of the past It Is a part of you, live do you In a piece 
 Of my today.

 On lakes and rivers, oceans and wet ground after a 
 Storm,

 Reflections of a kind or memories brought to our minds.


 Wishing, wondering what might have been,


 Backwards In time to watch has gone by, time.


 Mirrors are looked Into and looking back are the faces,


 Reflections of another kind, thoughts that we find.


 Images of all kinds, like being children somewhere back 


 In our minds.


                      Keith Garrett 

                       PAGES


 My life starts' out like a book, not yet a cover,



 Nothing Inside, page one still not printed.



 My story constantly being written with every breath,



 How many pages there will be not known till the end.



 This title was Imagined before my creation,



 Cover to cover Is mine to write as I walk my life.



 With each turning page I Illustrate my own time,



 The one before this just a memory In my mind.



 Stay open It does until my story Is told,



 Until I've been published, this mans' book will 
 Mot be closed.

                  Keith Garrett  

                  "A MOMENT IN TIME"


 A speck of dust, a trickle of water,


 Soon would blow with the wind and dry Into nothing.


 Our time Is now fore 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 
 So 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   

              I'LL SEE YOU SOON


 It's time for me to go, I'm ready now and I'm tired,


 Don't say goodbye, wipe away those tears.


 I have to let go, the fight in me is done,


 My bags are packed so put me on the train that roams 
 The heavenly tracks.

 I won't be coming back, I just wanted you to know,


 My love for you fills my heart, I'll see you soon.


 Our relationship lives on, if ever you need me love,


 Stand and face the blowing wind, just call out my name.


                   Keith Garrett 

                     BETWEEN GOD AND ME


 Conversations I have had on many occasions in my life,


 Have you ever listened? yes, I believe you have quite 
 A bit.

 The answers to the questions I have asked have been 
 Mysterious,

 I may not at times agreed with you just as you were 
 Disappointed with my path.

 We have a relationship, we both know not as close as
 We might be,

 I've tried to be a good person but not as good as 
 One can be I can see.

 These things between god and me are never perfect, 
 Maybe someday,

 I'll keep on trying, I know you'll listen always and 
 Answer in ways not so easy.

 I  wonder why things go the way they do, the struggles 
 And at hard times,

 Lessons to be learned I'm sure of, are pain and 
 Suffering ours so that we appreciate?

 Between God and me are many more things to be learned 
 And seen, together we'll be.
                                    Keith Garrett                                 

                                                                                                         
           A VIEW WORTH SEEING



 Fortunate if you are to see throught the darkness,


 For granted do not take the gift of light, always night.


 Scenes and visions from the mind are wonderful at times,


 To open your eyes and nothing rests in your sight a
 Fright.

 A view worth seeing comes to the grateful eyes day or 
 Night,

 The morning light with the birds beautiful in your sight.


 Wherever you go a picture of color awaits, always 
 Changing,

 Each day a different view, open your eyes to a view 
 Worth Seeing.
                 Keith Garrett