Author: Man of many thoughts

FACES OF FEAR, MASKS

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There is no big top, for the children, they do not entertain.

They do not run around with smiles of delight, not tonight.

They wear expressions of emotion, what is felt inside,

Tonight, faces of fear, they come out, come out from wherever

They are.

Halloween, when many unusual and terrifying events take place,

You look at them with smiles and frowns, are they clowns?

Perhaps their masks hide the evil terror waiting for you,

They sing and dance, but not this night, they wear your fright.

As daylight disappears and the dark of night settles, they stir,

Faces of fear are alive tonight as they come for you, just you.

Mask’s are worn, these are their pictures of doom, tonight.

a clown is a clown, but for them, it’s turned upside down,

Claws for hands, here in this Halloween land, now they dance.

Teeth are shown sharp and full by misfits always laughed at,

With a touch, with a haunting laugh, you will be what they are.

Your mask will be real, it will show all that you feel, your clown.

tonight, these are the demons who wear the faces you hide,

They follow you wherever you go, their gift to you is torment.

To you, the gift of hell and pain is from them, their mask is you,

Your nightmare is a clown, you awake a nightmare.

Keith Garrett

I SEE HIM

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                                     I SEE HIM


   It's still daylight, I walk to school on this Halloween,


   A breezy day, leaves falling from trees, empty 
  Streets.

   There is an uneasy feeling inside me, like
    Something  Waits,

    A car passed by, only a stare, what bothered 
   Me, not There.

    I saw him from a distance, standing with a face 
  Unseen,

   In a moment he was gone, a scene from an 
   Eerie  dream.

   I saw him again, twice before the sun went down, 
   Evil  Around,

  My friends and I were knaive, we laughed at 
  Halloween, Didn't Believe,

   I see him in my dreams just as I once saw him as 
   A child,  he is real.

   I see him.    Keith Garrett

HE HAS A NAME OF FEAR

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At one time, I’m sure he was a little boy,

scared by Demons, of his early world.

The sound of his name brings chills of fright,

to children everywhere as he haunts their lives.

Watch out! Watch out! for the boogey man,

He may be hiding under your bed if he can.

In the dark of your closet, he may be watching you,

Keep your feet in the bed, keep your closet closed.

The boogey man strikes on a dark, lonely street,

In shadows of the night, behind a standing tree.

Keep your blankets to your eyes, your curtains closed,

When you shut out your lights, will he be standing

In your room?

Look out for the man, he has a name of fear,

He’ll scare you to death, the boogey man is near.

Keith Garrett

HE HAS A NAME OF FEAR

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At one time, I’m sure he was a little boy,

Scared by demons of his early world.

The sound of his name brings chills of fright,

to children everywhere, as he haunts their life.

Watch out! watch out! for the boogey man,

He may be hiding under your bed if he can.

In the dark of your closet, he may be watching you,

Keep your feet in the be, keep your closet closed.

The boogey night strikes, on a dark, lonely street,

In shadows of the night, behind a standing tree.

Keep your blankets to your eyes, your curtains closed,

When you shut out your lights, will he be standing

in your room?

Look out for the man, he has a name of fear,

He’ll scare you to death, the boogey man is near.

Keith Garrett

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BAD THINGS

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I am everywhere and all the time,

Sometimes, maybe a nightmare for you,

A violent crime.

A car accident of horror, A family’s loss of life,

A plane crash in the ocean, on an October night.

I am a house on fire, a tragedy of fright,

Murder in the woods or a lightning strike.

Anger and bad thoughts are what I’m about,

You can’t hide from me because I am all around.

Bad things with two legs, bad things without sound,

I’m always a part of the news, I have a story to tell.

I’m a fight in the park, a lost soul never found,

Trick or treat on a Halloween night,

A knock on the door, bad things you may find.

Keith Garrett

BATTLE CRY

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Across the sky on the Fourth of July,

Bombs bursting into the night.

Echoing the sounds from long ago,

Independence is celebrated in the here and now.

Fighting for freedom on this land,

Dying for what they believed, as they made

Their stand.

To the men, women, and children who gave

their lives,

We honor that which was achieved back in a time.

Across the sea, they set sail,

To take from us but would not prevail.

In eighteen twelve came to us another fight,

They invaded our land by day and by night.

On our shore, the enemy approached,

With guns and swords ready to attack.

We fought this battle, many gave their lives,

for what they were doing was surely right.

Keith Garrett

ONCE UPON A TIME

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in seventeen seventy- six, we took our stand, to

Fight a tyrant far away,

We were slaves, If we did not pay then they would take.

By the name of King George, He ruled from across the sea,

When we decided there would be no more, he sent an

army of ships to invade our shores.

Cannonballs into the air, gunfire and killing everywhere,

The sky lit up throughout the night.

A smell of gunpowder, we did not run from the fight,

Swords raised from the Redcoats hands.

Some of us would die, many would pay the price,

Proud to take that stand, once upon a time.

We pushed them back, these invaders from

A foreign land,

they turned and ran back home to a ruler far

From here.

Our flag was raised, we were free,

They would come again but we would bring

them to their knees.

Keith Garrett

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AN AMERICAN NATION

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                      AN AMERICAN NATION



  To be free from a tyrant far across the sea, blood would be seen,


  Men would gather as a vote would change the way life would be.


 The right to live as they chose on an american land, gun in hand,


  Farmers put down their pitchforks and swore to fight for their rights.


  Melitia was formed, sons were to take up arms and on their land, a fight,


 This is an American nation! Colonies of thirteen would stand together.


 The british soldiers would march on land, ships of many upon the sea,


  A war does not discriminate, is not prejudice as men, women, and 
  children do Die.

 There are many whom will lay upon the land, forgotten as the years 
  Drift on by,

  A patriot holds a flag of stars and stripes, strong in his hands, waiving 
  As the battle rages.

  Bullets fly, cannonballs ring loud in the sky, swords take away lives 
  from both sides,

  An American nation! their spirits sing out from more than two hundred 
  And fifty years ago,

 Believed and cared for a land so long ago, the American way has decayed, 
  Lost in today.
       Keith Garrett

GHOST OF A PATRIOT

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                GHOST OF A PATRIOT


  In 1775, back in a revolutionary time, a man picked up 
  His gun,


  Leaving his home to fight and defend the land he worked 
  Hard for.


  A King's army would travel across the sea to take a certain 
  Freedom away,


  Boston harbor, where cannonballs would fly across a dark 
  Nght sky.

  Many would lay dead as  battle did rage on, Dragoons 
  Invaded our land,


  A patriot, one man who in the end would be remembered 
  By few.
               

  There was a fight in him as great as any other in this war 
  On farmland,

   Like many others, a man with a family, wife, children, 
  and friends.

   This man perhaps went by the name of Jonathan, not to 
  Be remembered today,

   He did die for his country way back in 1775, a patriot with 
  A life.


   Does he wander along the thirteen colonies, this ghost of 
  A patriot?
     Keith Garrett

A NEW NATION

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                     A NEW NATION


  The revolutionary war began In seventeen seventy five,  
  Many would die,

   In seventeen seventy six they would declare war and 
  Independence agains the British empire.

  From Delaware to Pennsylvania, New Jersey, and 
  Massachusetts Bay,

  Maryland, South Carolina, Rhode Island, Providence plan,

  They stood together as one to have an American land.

  General George Washington led this battle to be free,

  Ships Invaded the bays, Cannon fire echoed like drumbeats 
  Into many life giving nights.

  The sound of a death march across the open land,

  Many a man would fall to the ground and never again stand.

  Hand to hand they would take their stand,

  Waiving a new flag of colors, gunpowder scent filled the land.

  Two hundred and thirty nine years ago there was war on our land,

  Independence was declared, sacrifice of blood stained the hand.

  On the fourth of July remember the thousands whom had died,

  The war ended In seventeen eighty three, listen to the wind, hear 
  their cries.
                                      Keith Garrett