WHAT A STORY A FACE MAY TELL

Moving like robots it is this thing our world now does do,

Their faces I watch and stare into as I make my way through life.

Smiles are a surprise when as I’m walking they pass me by,

There’s a look, an expression that speaks out loud with a silent cry.

I see a young woman with a tear in her eye, recently crying but why,

An angry picture an older man makes, his face has much to say.

Scared a little boy cries, all alone standing, no other waits by his side,

One walks along singing not a song, does not care, mean is very clear.

Frustration, despair, worry, and grief are masks worn in our everyday,

May the grace of god help to take these away, faces of love and happiness be again,

What a story a face may tell, look deep as it lies there without words.

Keith Garrett

IT FELL FROM THE SKY

It was a clear, warm, starry night, I was feeling alright,

Quiet as the crickets were singing from the dark.

My dog barking at whatever roams in the night,

I find myself here in the country, beautiful as it is.

No complaints in this place away from the noisy world,

For a moment a strange silence came over my surroundings.

My dog was barking but what it was could not be seen by me,

Suddenly the wind not seen howled across the open land.

Dust was blowing, no sound of anything else could be heard,

A rumbling could be heard while the ground shook violently.

A high pitched noise echoed from everywhere, my eyes stared,

A bright light flashed in the night, I saw this, it fell from the sky.

Keith Garrett

HILLS’ OF DARKNESS

Through the hills’ I walk to find a place,

Of peace and happiness for a home, I’ll make.

Escape I will from times of darkness,

Into the light of day where I want to be.

Leave behind things’ of the past,

Onward I walk till I find my path.

As my travels’ through the hills’ continue,

See do I clearer from my eyes.

These hills’ of darkness I leave behind,

Out In the open, of better things’ I’ll find.

Keith Garrett

REAL AND MAKE BELIEVE

The sun rises when the night disappears,

The moon has no cheese, the man does not appear.

Love can be very real, pretending to love, a sad ordeal,

Hate is real, thoughts of murder over it, a nightmarish fairytale.

A walk along the beach a reality to be seen, sky will not fall down,

I have seen sadness fore it is not make believe, happy may not be real.

The world is full of beauty and in a state of scary affairs, it’s seen as no fantasy,

Cartoons are not so real just as heaven is real but a fantastic dream not yet seen,

Real and make believe, what a child believes, an adult’s living reality of dreams or screams.

Keith Garrett

KILLER WITH A HEART

To be left alone, loneliness has its price, kills tonight,

Leave him in peace, no second chance for you will be.

His life is a dance from day to day, killer all the way,

For the money, a job well done, never is this for fun.

You woke the demon when you killed his dog, stole his car,

Why couldn’t you leave well enough alone, now you’re done,

Killer with a heart, a look upon his face, simply leave him be.

Keith Garrett

AN ACT OF FAITH

Is there trust in yourself, what trust in others,

How far would you walk for another, what would you give?

Are you of a good heart even if in the end there is no reward,

Do you expect something in return for putting your life on the line?

Would you run out in the street to save a child or one in a burning car,

Is it a question of a moral value, fear and life is a thought that comes to mind?

An act of faith, would you take a chance, do anything for friend or man,

Would you give of yourself if there could become a certain end?

Keith Garrett

A LIST OF THINGS TO BE

Never an astronaut, dancing slowly upon the moon,

Flying in a jet across the sky, no, not did I ever fly.

A football star throwing the ball far, a dream that won’t be,

Under the lights, a victory on a Superbowl night.

What is it like to be a movie star pretending to be many things,

Known everywhere, this is not what I was born to be.

An Olympic star, a racer of cars, I wanted to be but that’s not me,

A great writer, a hero of sort would be something I might be.

A rescuer of the down and out, a conqueror of homelessness,

I may not be an Einstein of genius, I am good enough for me,

A list of things to be, how much can one man need?

Keith Garrett

KOBE, THE COURT IS EMPTY

Young with a smile so bright, on the court you lit up the night,

Wizard of the bouncing ball, for twenty years you gave your all.

Down the floor with a magical touch, a fake and a dribble to the left,

Down the court, you drive, into the air, under your leg, slam dunk!

From city to city you traveled, left your mark on many a basketball floor,

Most valuable player, championships of five, you were a force of magical delight.

Kobe, the court is empty, your spirit does jump shots in the dark of night,

For eternity you are a champion in some heavenly light, where are you tonight?

The staple center will forever be your second home, now in a spiritual world you roam,

Shoot that ball! listen to the cheers from all souls that will hear, daughter so dear.

The buzzer sounds, the game is over, you won the game, time for you to go away,

Take that trophy in your arms, forever you will be Kobe, a far away superstar.

Keith Garrett

LIFE ITSELF

It started for us each our own day, a life ahead in our own way,

We carve a path, a road we make to walk that ends when God will say.

Life itself is so incredible, mysterious, with laughter and tears along the way,

What are we supposed to learn as we go from childhood and beyond long lost days?

We say hello and then a day comes to say goodbye, In between it is we who share our lives,

We cry when we are happy, tears are shed upon our faces when a goodbye is said in many ways.

The cycle carries on as we grow from a child and watch as our children become adults, we get older,

Our parents go from what was once younger to a place of fragileness then disappear into eternity.

Our children have children as we slowly follow a certain path, someday too again join family,

Why is it we have to be saddened by so many different goodbyes throughout this gift of a life?

Keith Garrett

A COLLECTION OF TIME

From our first look, a picture, a baby book,

Pictures in school, pictures in the park,

Home movies and videos, memories of who we are.

A collection of time, scenes and images from a life,

A scrapbook of many filled and turned pages to see,

Photo albums created from places, times with family.

A collection of time, pictures faded, recalled faces that change,

All that which we hold onto, saved in boxes, dusty shelves of thoughts,

A collection of time, memories in our minds, treasures left behind.

Keith Garrett