A FACE THAT LIES
The devils 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
Author: Man of many thoughts
HILLS OF FIRE
HILLS' OF FIRE
Keith Garrett
Look to the sky, watch as the smoke rises high above,
Beauty disappears as the heat consumes what was green.
Ignorance or wind destroys god's masterpiece created,
A fool is the man who can't see the gift put in front of him.
See the hills of fire, watch as the animals run, see their fear,
See all that can be seen through eyes of pain, of sorrow.
Hills of fire burn no more, fire of death be rained down upon,
Let life reappear, let the colors so bright be a sight.
Hills of fire and death, open your eyes, do you see,
Hills of pain, hills of sorrow, open your eyes, do you see.
Hills of beauty and laughter, open your eyes, do you see,
Hills of breath, hills of darkness, open your eyes, do you see.
Hills of danger and mistrust, open your eyes, do you see,
The glow in the sky, a scar for all to see.
Hills of eternity and life, open your eyes, do you see,
Hills of slumber, hills of strength, open your eyes, do you.
Take these hills of fire away, never again, there's a price you pay.
TALE OF AN OUTLAW
Sit back and listen as I tell you this tale of an outlaw,
As a child, his future was uncertain as both mother and
Father were killed.
Hungry with no one to turn too he begged for food,
Slept wherever might be shelter, survived as a thief.
As he grew he then met those who lived as he lived,
Without skills of his own, he set out on a stolen horse.
He now was a thief and an outlaw, listen further,
With a gun, he did not own he now robbed from those
Who did not steal.
Finally, he faced one who did not wish to give,
Murder was now his ultimate crime.
Hunted down by a sheriff and a posse, he was then caught,
Because he could not travel a road of good,
He now layed in the dirty street, dead.
Keith Garrett
THE CAPED CRUSADERS
THE CAPED CRUSADERS
Do you remember? If you were a child, an adult would know,
Nineteen sixty six was the beginning of a super heroes show.
I watched as there were villians, Batman and Robin would
Only know,
I collected cards when I was a child, the bat mobile and all
They acuired.
Between a world of reality and make believe, Batman and
the boy wonder were a child's dream,
A call from the commissioner that a criminal was back in town,
The bat signal was found.
The Bat boat, the Bat copter, so amazed was I by the Bat cave,
Down the poles and on their way,
Masks and capes, crazy weapons to help them on their journey
To stop the criminally insane.
Remember their names, so many to say, Joker, Riddler,
Catwoman and Penguin are a memory,
So many villians, can you think of their names, look at their faces,
A child once again.
Batman and Robin, a comical team, Bruce Wayne and Dick
Grayson were reality in a dream,
Let's not forget Alfred, buttler and keeper of secrets in between,
Gotham City and fantasy.
Keith Garrett
THANKSGIVING EVERYWHERE
THANKSGIVING EVERYWHERE
I've been watching as Thanksgiving grows close each year,
There is a beauty, an ugliness that creeps in with the season.
Why is it that many stress, the look of it appears on their faces,
Anger wanders about the streets as happiness does not greet.
Autumn does not guarantee a turkey, a home, or a clean day,
A man's woes do not weaken and slip away on a holiday.
Whether we are happy or sad why can we not be glad for life,
Thanksgiving everywhere, some who care even with despair.
We all have something to be thankful for, grateful with a
Daily breath,
Is it unfair when some don't care, pass them by with maybe
A stare.
It's easy to be thankful with more than you need, words
Seem easy,
I saw a man sitting on a bench this day, a smile and have a
Happy Thanksgiving.
He was alone I could see, a hello, a five dollar bill that brought
A tear and a smile to me,
Some passed him by as he was nothing without a name, I
Remember his eyes,
Thanksgiving everywhere, give a care, love needs to be
Everywhere.
, Keith Garrett
AMONGST THE AUTUMN TREES
AMONGST THE AUTUMN TREES
Into the shadows, underneath the shaded trees,
Footsteps on a carpet of leaves falling like rain.
Glance do i at what's above, flashes of sunlight,
Gleaming through living statues of brilliant color.
A gentle breeze whispers past through the branches,
Ornaments let go of the arms that hold them floating
quietly and gently to the ground.
Further into the Autumn day i venture,
All is calm with nature as it invites me to share the day.
Amongst the Autumn trees lies much more than one dares
To dream,
A never ending cycle of life that can't always be seen.
Keith Garrett
LEAVE ME ALONE
I’m scared, I saw him one night, eyes of fright,
He was a tall man with big hands.
Why he chose me I don’t know, he’s been following,
The only reason that I know this is because he’s
Leaving things.
Things that I would understand but how he knew
Scares me to death,
Material pieces of my life, who is he and why is he
Doing this to me.
He’s been in my yard, at my workplace, and the most
Horrible thing is, i know he’s been in my house,
When will it stop, what does this most terrifying
Man want with me?
Leave me alone! I know you’re there, watching,
It’s you! oh my God, it’s you! I didn’t know, now I know!
Keith Garrett
HALLOWEEN MAN
HALLOWEEN MAN
His hate for October began a lifetime ago, he was a boy,
A father loved so dear, did this night destroy a child’s life?
Learned of a father’s death, a fall from a cliff on a dark night,
He had to believe that another was responsible, too much pain.
Years passed by as this boy grew older, only Halloween haunts his night,
Something has changed, no longer in his right mind, he’s on his way.
Revenge for him makes no sense to the sane mind, evil, he’s become,
Kill he does, those who would wear masks on a cold, October night.
His father did not come home on a long ago Autumn night, he also died,
He is the Halloween man, once a year he terrorizes all who he can.
Keith Garrett
IT HAPPENED IN AMESBURY
Fall came, whistling of the wind through the trees,
Temperatures dropped as leaves floated to the ground.
Halloween comes again to a small eastern town,
I lived there once as a child, the fear was not in my sight,
Remember do I laying on my parent’s bed on a moonlit night.
I recall a noise, something nearby, echoing in the woods,
Scared was I as I thought I was dreaming in the night.
Young was I but hearing a neighbor screaming nearby,
Listening as sounds of frantic people traveled all around.
No trace of a woman, just a shadowy figure running between
The trees,
It happened in Amesbury, Massachusetts, disappeared one by one,
Something of a monster, In the woods never could be found.
Keith Garrett
A SAD CLOWN
A SAD CLOWN
A smile on his face, frown lives underneath,
Watch the children laugh at this simple clown on the street.
An entertainer of fun and laughs, for a small price you pay,
That’s what you may think until his chuckle lures you away.
A clown of mischief, there’s more to him than meets the eye,
When the sun goes, wicked and mean, he’ll make you scream.
A sad clown indeed, covered under a mask of makeup, a monster is he,
He’ll dance for you and maybe throw confetti around, kill
Does this sad clown.
Ride a small bike, juggle in the air, follow you through the park,
Death everywhere,
Big, funny, shoes, baggy pants not so neat, not just a clown,
Never want to meet.
Keith Garrett
THEY DON’T COME BACK
There is a place in the woods where a legend waits,
Told of this year after year but does anyone really listen?
It’s Fall now, a blanket of leaves slowly covers the ground,
Dark it is even in the day as there are many trees touching the sky.
A thick fog forms this time of year, it lingers until morning’s light,
A person can get lost here, not a place to venture among what
Can’t be seen.
They will all not listen to this tall tale and dare step into a nightmare,
Camp here they will on a night filled with fright, did not listen
Did not listen and they don’t come back.
Keith Garrett
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