SO! YOU HEAR GHOSTS

When did it start, these voices tormenting your head,
Are they of good, what words from them are said?
Do they let you sleep or bother throughout the night,
Laugh with them do you, crazy is what will be said.
Why do they visit you, is there some way you might help,
Do they seek vengeance, tell me what this is all about?
So! you hear ghosts, are you sure that’s what they are,
Voices that are imagined, is something happening to you.
So! you hear ghosts, are you positive that’s what you hear,
You do not see them, what sounds visit your ears?
Keith Garrett

SO! TELL ME GOD

Has it been since time began, did you in fact create time,

Where do you come from Lord, creator of heaven and earth?

Such a mystery you are as for each humans lifetime you are a wonder,

There are many questions and some try to answer but yet all remain in thought.

Do you have a look, the thoughts you must think as forever you have been,

So! tell me, god, what were you thinking when you decided to create the universe.?

How far does it go fore only you know, does life exist elsewhere beyond what we know,

The stars in the sky are millions and bright, was there a purpose or but a beautiful sight.?

You set the planets for reasons forever explored, positioned them well, each one so special,

Everything moves a certain way, rotating always as time for us all slowly slips away.

So! tell me god, when you created the earth were we suppose to be your only living creation,

Are you sad and disappointed at the way we behave, war and destruction, do they make you cry.?

Keith Garrett

SILENT WITH WORDS

Their voices can not be heard, speak without sound,

From their minds, words do form, communicate with signs.

Much to say in different ways as they plan their days,

Silent with words that can be heard, they reach out to the world.

Living in a silent land but they hear all that we have to say,

They are silent with words, listen and they shall be heard.

Keith Garrett

SHE’S A DREAMER

She sits under a clear, starry night sky,

Praying to the night, wishing, just wishing.

Flowers all around this beauty of the night,

Long flowing hair with a body so nice, she.

She’s a dreamer, alone but peaceful, never lonely,

She’s a dreamer, happiness lives within this princess.

Keith Garrett

SHE SITS ALONE

In her cozy, little home, she sits alone,

Out of the window the birds sing, they wait.

A lady wakes to her day, she sees the sun,

A smile on her face as she watches.

It’s a beautiful day as she strolls out into the yard,

Into her garden with food for her flying friends.

Bluebirds, scrub jays can sense the table of peanuts,

They are most happy as they gather a favorite food.

She watches as the Squirrels sit and eat,

She sits alone but never so alone.

There’s a peace within the trees and plants,

She thinks and dreams, quiet is the scene,

She sits alone with friends that roam.

Keith Garrett

SHE LIVED IN THE WOODS

Hidden from sunlight, beneath the tall aging trees,

Deep in the woods, alone lived she.

A different kind of world, quiet except for the creatures that be,

A woman so aged seems that she’d been here for eternity.

So far below that which grows, the falling rain can barely touch,

In a rickety old cabin, she had not much.

Only sounds of the woods kept her company,

In a dark, lost, existence, she lived to be so old, not of loneliness.

Many things did she to occupy her moments of a life meant to be,

Never a face shown to her, only memories of childhood dreams.

She lived in the woods, somewhere you see,

An old, old, woman gone and not missed, but who was she.?

Keith Garrett

SHADOWS

With the morning light, shadows in our sight,

Shadows from the moonlight, those that bring fright.

From a beautiful tree, shadows upon the ground are found,

Within a breeze, the shadows move just as the branches on this tree.

Shadows on the mountains move with the passing of clouds in the sky,

Shadows fade and disappear with the changing of the day.

As the sun rises up high till the clock ticking takes it away,

Shadows move and take shapes then they fade like the day.

Keith Garrett

“SENSES”

Within us, there are things that make us feel and communicate,
They are sensitive but powerful to the human function.
Necessary are these but not threatening to the survival of ones being,
They give us the ability to seek out and experience the wonders of the world.
The sense of smell gives us the ability to distinguish between fragrances,
To like or dislike what is in the air.
To see is to have the chance of being able too personally witness in color,
Or black and white pictures of the world remembered by your own mind.
Amazing is to hear fore it is the sense of many musical sounds,
To the ears the knowledge of whom or what is near you.
Now the sense of taste is a great and remarkable experience for all,
Eating foods and enjoying drinks, the word flavor means what to your mouth.
Touch or feel can be an incredible and exciting pleasure to enjoy,
It is the sense that man and woman may share together.

Keith Garrett

SEEKING TOMORROW

There’s no way to see it, search and search,

I watch for tomorrow as today live, only live.

If this next should be a blessing given to me,

Will I see all the beauty that’s put before these eyes.?

Blinded by the past, painful memories still a vision,

Walk forward I do into perhaps tomorrow, seeking.

Dream upon dream and hope everlasting,

Energy and strength will guide me from this day.

Seeking tomorrow is a heartfelt thought to be,

Seeking tomorrow, when it comes watching I’ll be.

Keith Garrett

SELF PORTRAIT

I imagine myself in a different way, a different picture,

From inside the way that I feel, not the picture I see.

Take a look in the mirror, my face not the same as I feel,

It seems that when I look, a stranger stares back at me.

When I walk away am I still the same as who I saw in there,

I create a self portrait from my thoughts of how I see me,

Not a mirror image that sets his eyes always back at me.

Keith Garrett