PAINTED CLOUDS

I walk the morning, the air has a chill and a breeze,

Out In the distance, above the hills, they float like balloons.

Shapes or sizes and colors of difference,

Splashed across the sky are painted clouds.

Vanish, they go away for a moment In time,

Reinvented, shaped from heaven above.

Pastel colors appeared In my sight,

Rays of light from the sun trying to peek through.

An Invisible smile, a memory of a face sketched,

Forever In my mind, eyes of beauty, a voice that echoes

Through the clouds.

Keith Garrett

” THIS LIFE”

The sun rises to an unforgiving day, what preys’,

Sympathy has no smile, It does not walk my way.

Faces of lies speak to me, satan In their eyes,

Spirit In the sky takes a grip of my hand, strength.

This Is a mans’ land, not of pure and good,

This life, this life of mine Is an alone adventure.

Words’ pour out of their mouths’ like water so dirty,

Only sounds’ do I hear, unrecognizable to these ears.

They try so hard to take this heart, they can not steal,

I’m reminded of the hurt they know I feel, not unreal.

This life, this life takes If It sees a smile and happiness

When It knows It’s In me.

Keith Garrett  THIS LIFE

” MAGIC”

Wizards with wands or magical dust,

Four leaf clovers and a seven showing always on two dice.

Witches and warlocks, wishes or rainbows,

Do dreams come true, there are stars and moons.

Do unicorns exist, are there spirits In the mist,

Is magic a fantasy, what you feel are prayers that are real.

Magic lives In the heart, It Is a wanting hope for all that you feel,

All you hope will be real.

Keith Garrett

CHILDREN WERE WE

Echoes In time, treasured sounds dreamed In my mind,

From a lifetime ago In a place from the past, a town.

Walking In the streets, a simple time remembered,

Shadows, ghosts of friends’ thought of once In awhile.

Warm Summer’s with not a care In the world for us,

Young were we as If today might be yesterday.

With the wind, the years are swept away Into today,

The voice of a woman, a girl brought from a distant day.

Children were we just a moment ago, only a moment ago,

From a man to a woman again I might know, Images of children,

Thoughts of a place sometimes traveled In my mind alone.

For you,

Keith Garrett

A CHANGING MAN

Sit down my darling, sit back and relax, just listen,

I’m here to tell you a story about the life of a man.

Like an outlaw roaming the countryside day to day,

Mistakes not realized as he rides blindly Into loneliness.

Selfish and angry, as this anger stole the beauty and hope

Of what the world had to offer, nothing seen through his eyes.

Riding each day Into every sunset, never watching It go down,

Wasting time, running from a chance for happiness, this man.

Into his life one day, a woman of such beauty, In his eyes he did see,

Still taking for granted all there could be, holding on to mistrust.

She went away, she went far away, she saw the sunset, not he,

A changing man lives today, he rides and rides with his head held high.

Mistakes understood, selfishness gone away, anger turned to laughter,

He can see the beauty of this world through his now opened eyes.

Wasting no time as he does not run, he watches the sun go down,

Someday with her again to see the sunrise, to watch the sun go down.

A changing man can see, a changing man Is he.

Keith Garrett

THE BALLAD OF A MAN

The sun keeps going down, no ones ever around,

No one talks to me no more, I see my body on the floor,

The days and nights run into tomorrow, a little laughter and some sorrow.

Tears and crying in a world of pain, my mother went away before Spring was awake,

My dad’s been gone since I was a little boy, laughter and joy in between my sorrow.

Songs that ring inside my head remind me of things from yesterday and friends,

I started out a little boy, grew to a man who wonders where he’s going.

Brothers and sisters all over the place, I see their faces, do they have the same names,

I travel my own road of life, three children I love and an ex-wife I have never even liked,

This is a Ballad of a man who loved and cared, he did in his life all that he can.

Keith Garrett

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

“THE MEANING OF LIFE

AND

THE WORLD ACCORDING TO ME”

Does God have a plan, what Is his plan, could this be his experiment,
From our first breath until our last breath there Is life In between.

The mystery of why we are here Is perhaps overthought, what Is this life,
We walk and dream In this short existence known to us as forever.

The meaning of life appears very simple and not so confusing dear one,
Sit back and listen as I give my heart felt thoughts of where we are and why.

Watch the trees, see them dance against the unseen but softly felt breeze,
Do you believe what has been put before you and me, understand the gift.

Love and laughter, pain and sorrow, must be a feeling for all to know,
All that lives Is born to die, from the beginning of time we age and say goodbye.

See the mountain and walk Its’ path, step by step, time will pass Into tomorrow,
The sky travels, It Is the clouds that guide the way, see all things that are dreamed.

The ocean will be, after on this Earth you and I are but a memory, hear the ocean,
Put your feet Into the sandy beach, feel the sand, walk along the timeless shore.

Touch another’s heart with the love and care that Is possessed by you, reach out,
Let go of the tears of many years with a forgiving smile that lasts a lifetime.

If we see the sunrise, will we see the sunset again the same day,
Are we blind, do we take for granted the beauty of our world.

When It rains do we cry about that which falls down upon us, do we wonder why,
Listen for the sound, take In the drops of life that take us way on down the road.

The meaning of life and the world according to me Is from Inside all that this man
May see,
God has laid these truly wondrous things before us, to see, to dream all that can
Be.

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 MISSION FROM GOD

Sent down from heaven, an angel in disguise,

When once he was alive, a man with a name.

A mission from God, an assignment of much worth,

To help the common man, a chance for mankind.

In some ways a lonely path, this spirit on a mission,

A faith so real as he attempts to guide the mortal being.

This angel that once walked an earthly path walks again,

Roam a land where possibly once taken for granted.

A mission from God to help man better understand,

Don’t take for granted while you still have a chance.

Keith Garrett