EVERYTHING IS ON ITS WAY

TO SOMEWHERE

We’re all connected from the beginning of time,

No matter where we are or where we are headed.

From the first sign of DNA, we have a link to each other,

It has been discovered that in some way we are all related.

Everything is on its way to somewhere while the earth keeps spinning,

Think about it, a bite of an apple eaten and swallowed, an ongoing voyage.

From a tree planted from seed, it then grows with time as the apple forms,

The flowing river makes its way to the ocean while the ocean carry’s it away.

Everything is in constant movement or aging as it makes its journey to other places,

The wind, the falling leaves continue on even though things disappear they are never gone.

Everything is on its way to somewhere, living or not, to somewhere, constant energy.

EYES IN THE NIGHT

What is it that lives beyond the light of day,

Lurks, wanders in the dark, exist in the night.

Search for food, a task that’s taken much for granted,

While we slumber in silence, eyes in the night survive.

Many are they that fly, quietly on the prowl this night,

Over fences, there are the ones that move carefully, slowly.

Crawling along the ground, there’s a fight to see the morning light,

Scraps of food, nourishment for a chance to do it all over again.

So many eyes in the night, traveling along, the hunter or the hunted,

Big over the small, stronger defeats the weak, faster may just escape,

Eyes in the night, for many, could be a scary sight, on this dark night.

Keith Garrett

EXPRESSIONS

There are those with looks of a fear unexplained,

Scared of something, the world does not understand.

Laughing in the park, a man and woman,

Happy are their faces as seen from the street.

Crying all alone under a tree, tears of life,

Sadness spills out of a heart so broken.

Anger sits in the soul of a human being with hurt,

Upset at the loss of loves rejection.

Many faces of this life worn, expressions learned,

Expressions so true, those of me, those of you.

Keith Garrett

EACH DAY, A GIFT

Awake In the morning to the rising sun,

To bed at night like a promise that It’s forever.

All things’ that we do or see or expect each day,

Are a temporary experience In this world to be.

Imagine one day no more will we exist,

Life down here will continue, by some, we shall be missed.

Our spirits’ will move on to some other plane,

Take comfort knowing that we’ll be joined by loved’ ones

On another new day.

Each day, a gift handed down to us from above,

Never knowing how many till we awake no more.

Keith Garrett

DROPS OF BLOOD AT MY FEET

Tears flow from my eyes, I wish not to care about their minds,

There is blood flowing through my veins, blood of the related of many years.

With every angry sound, from the time the earth started spinning around,

As each and every battle from war, cries echo for thousands of years, with sound.

Wounds that don’t heal as they surface with time, one wrong word, explosion from the mind,

Civilizations disappear, towns of people that once were are no more, things age and die.

Life is an unusual adventure, travel from a place of beginning onward to an earthly end,

Blood spills in many ways, blood of pain, sorrow, the hurt from loved ones, red every day.

Drops of blood at my feet, they cannot be seen but they visit me from painful dreams,

Blood soaked land, drops of blood at my feet, blood on the hands of many a man.

Keith Garrett

DRINK FROM THE FOUNTAIN

Fact or fantasy, like the wishing, never ending thought that we can

Climb up and follow that mysterious rainbow to a magical land.

A four leaf clover, that search for the little green grass of hope,

Wish upon a star, will It get you far, blow out the candles,

Did you get that which you closed your eyes for?

Drink from the fountain, first, you must search the world,

Reality or a myth, could this be true, did God place upon this earth

The fountain of life, Is It possible somewhere hidden contains a fountain so true.

How can this be a possibility fore It Is said that all will someday die,

If so true then God put It In a place where no man would ever venture to.

Keith Garrett

DREAMWORLD

In the light, I saw them, a sky of Orange floating,

An army of ape-men dressed in full armor above,

On a hill, they stood, spread out far and wide.

Suddenly, music echoed from the sky, an Eerie sound,

I recognized the tune from an English band listened too.

My sleeping eyes saw them with many faces of fear,

Guns in hand-turned before these eyes into electric guitars,

Watching Apelike men come together as a band in a dream world land.

Keith Garrett

CARTOON LAND

Remember the Flintstones, they lived in Bedrock,

The Jetsons were from the future, they were up high.

Scooby-Doo looked for food, mumbled words, always scared,

Popeye the sailor man sought strength from his Spinach.

Felix the Cat and his magic bag of tricks,

Milton the monster blew smoke from his head.

Johnny Quest out there in space,

They called him space ghost, a boy, a girl, and a monkey.

The fantastic four all had their special power,

Captain America fought for all that was good,

Gigantor the robot, speed racer in his magic car.

The Amazing three and Superman of course,

Magilla Gorilla, Bugs Bunny, or the Roadrunner.

Yosemite Sam with guns in hand, Elmer Fudd after the rabbit,

They come from fantasy, imaginations of dreaming minds.

All live together forever, many more of their kind,

In cartoon land, it’s there where you’ll find.

Keith Garrett

HAVE YOU EVER WANDERED

LONELY THROUGH THE WOODS

Off the road into the shadows of the trees, beneath the branches,

Beneath the falling leaves, and under the sky up above.

Very peaceful and quiet with many sounds hidden to one who walks

Alone into the woods so dark, away from home.

Further traveled into this secret place of creatures unseen,

Wandering without another not as alone as would appear.

Have you ever wandered lonely through the woods,

Have you ever felt that it belonged only to you, have you.?

A walk through the woods dreaming as you do,

Makes whatever you think of possible, just you in your shoes.

Do you run through the leaves or climb up a tree,

Do you think of things that once were or could be.?

Give out a laugh, shed a tear, no one is around here,

Let go of your fears, embrace nature.

Keith Garrett

A BASEBALL DREAM

On a farm, he grew up, the early days of the game,

A bat of his own was made from a tree that stood alone.

He had a name for his bat, a certain magic it contained,

Circumstances would get in the way, a dream put aside.

Disappeared without a trace until he arrived on a day,

His special bat carried in hand, this was to be his last chance.

For only a moment he would stand beneath the lights,

A baseball dream before he faded into the night.

Keith Garrett