BETWEEN WHAT IS AND WHAT IS NOT

The universe exists all around us but do aliens really exist,

We can see the sun resting in the sky, no pot of gold over a rainbow.

Mountains formed, standing above so tall, not a bigfoot between the trees,

The moon is for us a reality, no face or a man lives up there alone.

Ireland and green grass are for real, across the sea they do appear,

leprechaun’s I have never seen, four leaf clovers bring luck in a dream.

Castles of old stand on many lands, stories of them for centuries are told,

Magical spells and fire breathing dragons, were they ever seen or felt.

Between what is and what is not are fables and tall tales handed down,

Fantasies and all that is real live in our minds or before us we see.

Keith Garrett

MYSTICAL DREAMS OF SHORES UNSEEN

About a land so far across the sea, stories of knights from days lost,

Castles of stone standing through centuries of tales told, those who know.

Kings and Queens ever since this Island was discovered back in a dream,

Magical wizards are fables of men said to them as a child long ago.

Those dressed in armor, a King by the name of Arthur and a sword,

A legendary table of round sat Knights so long ago on shores unseen.

Princes and Princesses dancing at parties of royalty in a far off land,

Common men and women lived together and begged for food, a hand.

Woods of old England, warriors, and Knights with bows and swords,

Mystical dreams of times, of shores unseen, a book of tales.

Along the river, lakes of swans gliding across the mirrored glass,

Over the hills where the whispering winds watch the grass dance.

In the English night sky, through the known expected fog of the land,

A rising moon shines its glowing light upon the trees, upon these shores.

Seasons of many centuries witnessed by a people with voices of sound,

Sir Lancelot dressed for battle riding high upon a dark horse into forever.

Dragons of fantasy flying through the sky, wings spread, soaring,

Breath of fire it is told they possess, demons brought to life in a dream.

Legends of many moons long since past, ghosts of heroes wander in mist,

Mystical dreams of shores unseen, songs sung in green meadows,

A beautiful sound from voices such a long time ago.

Keith Garrett

MY FIGHT MARCH, 1998

I sit at night, and realize the fight,

for which I have in my sight.

To have my children at my side,

I will have to sacrifice each day and night.

If I am to win my fight,

I will have to make things right.

Why is it that I sit at night,

To think about the fight in sight?

I wish that I could sleep at night,

Instead of thinking about my fight.

When I think about my children tonight,

Then I know my fight is right.

When my children are at my side,

Then it’s time to end my fight.

For my children;

Sean Christopher Garrett 7yrs.

Scott Ryan Garrett 4 yrs.

Sarah Renee Garrett 2 yrs.

I love you,

Dad

MOTHER, DID YOU KNOW?

So long ago, as a boy some dimes I did steal,

I was not so perfect as you knew I was for real.

Change in his pocket while he did sleep, taken by me,

Did you know I didn’t cry when you cried, I was there at your side?

Mother did you know that it’s alright to let the secrets go,

I saw your torment, guilt did never have a beautiful glow.

I knew of secrets that kept you on edge, forever you cry,

Did you know where I was in the middle of the night,

While you slumbered I was freezing with fright.

Mother, did you know that it’s no sin to struggle with pain,

Did you know you were loved even when you lost your way?

I think of so many times of good, sad, and bad, you made me mad,

Did you know I loved you as I put so much stress upon you, did you,

Mother, did you know that the world is less now that you’ve gone.

Keith Garrett

HE CAME FROM NOWHERE

Not a clue of who he really was, his name not sure,

It is said he came from nowhere, a tall man of strength.

He spoke always in a manner of calm and peace,

You could not enrage him, a confident look upon his face.

Softly spoken words but a lethal weapon, you can be sure,

There is no record of him, a mystery from where he came,

He was very fast, he was there and then he was not.

He came from nowhere, a powerful man who did want peace,

In the end, he stood tall, a trail of death he left, not evil was he.

Keith Garrett

A FACE THAT LIES

The devil’s eyes have a face that lies,

It smiles at you with promises so false.

Giving you gifts of sinful things,

Changing your appearance, a picture of greed and evil.

It taunts you into believing that bad is good,

Material belongings are most precious, love not kind.

Stand and be recognized, a face that lies,

Don’t stare in the eyes of what does not cry.

Accept not a wish, not a gift from a demon spirit,

Give not of yourself, in an instance, he’ll own your soul.

A face that lies has many by his side,

They walk as you walk, do not be fooled, this is no heavenly stroll to the sky.

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