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 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

                  " LEAVING IT ALL BEHIND"


 I stop where I'm standing, looking around,



 What Is this madness born to us all.



 Leaving my work, my home, and the things known to me,



 Go away to a place up high, way back In the hills'.



 There are no people of judgement to listen too,



 The loud sounds' of tragedy lost In my travel.



 There Is no anger or the struggle to survive,



 Out here, only nature to hear me cry.



 Leaving It all behind,



 The life that was once mine.


       Keith Garrett  

                                                                                                     
                 AN INSTANCE IN TIME



 Life is but a flash, just as a lightning bolt strikes 
 And is gone,



 The earth is a speck compared to this never ending 
 Universe.



 If each one us was even given a great gift of one        
 Hundred years,



 Like a particle of sand compared again to the age 
 Of our world.



 Like the wind blowing past and gone in the blink 
 Of an eye,



 An instance in time is what we are given to see and 
 Realize.
                        Keith Garrett

                 "THE DESERT HAS EYES"


 Across the land, voyaging Into the hotness of the 
 Powerful sun,

 I tread slowly so that I do not perish on my quest to  
 Finish, To weather the storm.

 Many things' of Interest as I make my way through 
 This obstacle,

 Of rocks' and plants' born to this world of natural 
 Wonder.

 By myself I've traveled for what appears' to be a 
 Lifetime,

 While the suns' now sinking Into the night as a cool 
 Breeze awakes.

 There's a fear being a prisoner to the Intense darkness, 
 The loneliness,

 Am I alone with what Inhabits' these surroundings', 
 They're watching.

 There are many eyes fixed on me, friend or foe, how  
 Shall I know,

 Some keep their distance, not wanting to attack, others' 
 Are stalking.

 Seeking to steal or cause great pain.


 I've seen the living proof, I'll make It to 
 Where I'm going.

              Keith Garrett

                       A  
                 LONER OF A MAN


 He saw the sun but when the sun went down,


 He wanted nothing more of that which was around.


 Heading for the great Colorado Rocky mountains said he,


 I will not be back until I see a land of eternity.


 A long time ago, this man, not many would know,


 As for the few, he treated them with kindness, 
 They would not forget.

 A loner of a man, no choice to love and care, an 
 Inherited family,

 Because he did help another kind, they took from him 
 The love in his life.

 He wanted to be alone and he learned to care, again
 Only pain and despair,

 A mountain man you see, he had a life, until life met 
 Eternity.
                      Keith Garrett

                I WAS THE LUCKY ONE!


 On stage they are stars', from a fan maybe a kiss,


 To some calling them lucky, wishing It was them.


 At times' I've wanted to be someone else, not me,


 They were the lucky ones,' they had all that I only 
 Dreamed.

  I watch them holding hands,' to each other a smile,


 They are the ones,' the lucky ones,' who am I?


 When a kiss from you I received with a smile,


 Was It you they called the lucky one, was It you?.


 For every gift I've received, for all that I've given 
 Away,

 Gods' gift of you, I know I was the lucky one.


                  Keith Garrett 

                  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 and 
 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 creak, 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

              SEE WHAT THESE EYES SEE


 Sunday morning I open my eyes, put on my clothes 
 And go outside,

 Seven miles walking, fast, seven miles walking, people
 Watching.

 The world knows me, they wave as they drive on by, 
 Riding their bikes,

 They ride on by waving or nodding as to them I am the 
 Walking man.

 Westward walking then back to the East, my feet are 
 Moving always,

 Seven miles walking, older but faster, I journey with 
 Her in my head.

 I watch as the clouds move and change, the wind chases 
 The hills,

 Leaves are raining from the trees, Fall Is In our day, 
 Winter's on its way.

 People walk together holding hands, smiling and talking 
 About nothing,

 They step aside so that I may race on by, I receive a 
 Hello and a look.

 See what these eyes see as I journey across what I've 
 Never seen,

 I am known, I am friends' with the streets, they know 
 When I am there.

       Keith Garrett

                               MYSTERY OF HER SONG

                Keith Garrett