SOUNDS' IN THE WIND
The wind has no sound unless obstacles to blow
Around or between,
Through nothing can It pass, an opening must
Make way for it.
Travels' and swirls' across the sky with force
nd power,
Since the existence of time It remains, alive but
Unseen.
The crackling of branches and twigs from the trees,
Rustling of the leaves moving through the shrubs,
Wind has sound.
Through chimneys' you can hear the wind whistle,
Fences creek, chimes let you know the wind Is here.
Windows' vibrate and trashcans' hit the ground like
Drumbeats,
From our ears we hear sounds' In the wind.
Keith Garrett
Author: Man of many thoughts
THE SKY WENT BLACK
" THE SKY WENT BLACK"
In an Instant It was gone, as I looked up the
Sun was no longer,
Nothing was shining, no light In the sky, what
Would guide me.
There's a darkness that surrounds' my world, where
Went the brightness,
Change my thinking, get off this unnecessary roller
Coaster ride I'm on.
Making one material thing or particular person more
Valuable,
Or Important than my own existence In life.
The sky went black, could this be because my eyes
I've closed To my surroundings' over a loss or what I
Perceive as failure
Has blinded me to the beauty there Is?
Love Is a great and wonderful experience when It
Comes to see you,
If blessed are you then perhaps It stays', maybe also
Goodbye.
Don't be fooled fore there are many different forms'
Of love,
Looking deep within ourselves Is where this begins',
Later outside.
Yes! the sky went black, again my eyes will open to
See the light,
Never will I give up my fight for the love In my life.
Keith Garrett
WITHIN THESE WALLS
"WITHIN THESE WALLS' "
I'll let you In If a friend you are known to me,
These built for me walls' of height, are a comfort.
Climb over you will not, the top Is not recognized,
There Is no door to be removed or forced, no key.
Within these walls' lies sanctuary for a searching man,
Living here Is all for a man to dream, I feel the
Sunrise.
All my wants' are at my fingertips' of touch, Imagined,
I build and I take down, a new level appears' In an
Instance.
To walk out of here I will need to make a door,
Walls no more,
There's a fear with the chances taken, stronger we grow.
Within these walls' I hide, within these walls' I cry,
Strength and wisdom exist within these walls'.
Keith Garrett
EVERYBODY’S GOING THROUGH SOMETHING
EVERYBODY'S GOING THROUGH SOMETHING
It is that people move each day, go their own way,
A struggle to survive, a faster pace is their lives.
Are we really living or merely trying to get through
the day?
In between that which we do exists a fight of our own.
Some of us do it alone, others with much help from
Caring ones,
We never leave ourselves as we travel along with a tune
In our head.
Mentally or physically, we all have something happening
Always,
Everybody's going through something and we can never run
From it.
Keith Garrett
DREAMS
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
A WHISPER
A WHISPER
A soft blowing breeze, Invisible to the eye,
Hear It In your ear, listen to the whisper.
The sun rises, day breaks slowly,
Light replaces the dark, the morning whisper's.
The kiss from a beautiful woman on your neck,
Warm and soft, gentle as a whisper, a whisper.
A smile shown to you, bright but quiet, silent,
Like a whisper Is breath not seen but heard.
A whisper Is love slightly heard but understood,
A whisper Is real, a whisper Is words between two.
Keith Garrett
AUNT PENELOPE
AUNT PENELOPE
She could do such unusual things without much
Thought,
Out of bottle caps she could make a crazy hat.
She could jump really high, almost fly,
Close her eyes and make an apple pie.
She could walk backwards while tying her shoes,
Dance around a pool while reading a book.
She could play the harp without her hands,
Tell you the time in just about any land.
She could watch a movie without a sound,
Recite every line while spinning around.
Aunt Penelope was a strange one indeed,
At the age of one hundred and fifty three,
Old aunt Penelope is still but a fantasy.
Keith Garrett
A SIMPLE MIND, A HEART SO PURE
A SIMPLE MIND, A HEART SO PURE
He lived a life of dreams, the world was a
Strange place,
A boy so different to others, he learned to run away.
A simple mind, called stupid for the way he saw things,
A girl he would befriend, under a big Oak tree they
Would swing.
A simple mind, a heart so pure belonged to this
Thinking man,
He saw all things in such a simple manner, a gentle
Soul.
Time would take him full circle back to where he
Started,
He would love, lose, and then love again, a girl on
A swing.
A child of his own, married did he this love from
Childhood,
He had everything to share, sickness would take his
Love away,
A simple mind, a heart so pure would burry his wife under
That Oaktree of before.
Keith Garrett
A SIMPLE MIND, A HEART SO PURE
He lived a life of dreams, the world was a strange place,
A boy so different to others, he learned to run away.
A simple mind, called stupid for the way he saw things,
A girl he would befriend, under a big Oak tree they would swing.
A simple mind, a heart so pure belonged to this thinking man,
He saw all things in such a simple manner, a gentle soul.
Time would take him full circle back to where he started,
He would love, lose, and then love again, a girl on a swing.
A child of his own, married did he this love from childhood,
He had everything to share, sickness would take his love away,
A simple mind, a heart so pure would burry his wife under that Oak tree of before.
Keith Garrett
A SEARCH FOR ANSWERS
A SEARCH FOR ANSWERS
Since the beginning of time, much curiosity of
What's before us,
Thoughts and questions had man on journeys of
Discovery.
About the oceans, such mysteries far down below,
Always questions,
Voyages to find out why and what this all means,
Never ending search.
The mountains, the sky that circles our huge planet
That is so small,
Why in the span of time we get only a moment to
Understand our existence.
A search for answers has been a quest of man since
The first breath given,
Never will it cease to be a search for answers to these
Questions we seek.
Keith Garrett
DESPERADO
DESPERADO
More than one hundred years ago he lived,
In a small village somewhere in Mexico, a boy.
Poor was his family as each day was a struggle,
There were those close by, the bad ones who stole
Everything.
A day came when his village was destroyed, family
Killed,
Survived did he to one day grow to be a man.
Revenge would be his only friend, not a bad man was he,
With pistols at his side he would seek justice.
They called him desperado, a no good criminal,
He stole from them who once took everything meaningful.
His gun did the talking, anger ate at his soul,
He lived by campfire, ate what he shot or stole,
Justice was one day his, his reward was always on the
Run.
Keith Garrett
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