STRENGTH AND COURAGE

A Navy man, a man who loves the beauty of life,

Always on the move as an eagle In flight, seeking.

Smile does he every newborn day, strength lives,

With the courage to soar like this creature of the sky.

Like the eagle appreciating everydays’ breath given,

He Is strong, this man of such amazing character, courageous.

Soar In the sky every day of your life fore you are the eagle,

You are strength and courage, you do not surrender.

Keith Garrett

STANDING BY THE RIVER

Walking along a path, my ears took in the sound,

The loud rushing of water in the distance.

There she stood staring out into the scenery,

A woman of such beauty, all alone.

I didn’t make a sound as the words of her song echoed all around,

A voice so soft but filled with the power of a tune.

Standing by the river in the middle of nowhere,

No horse did she ride, from where did she come.?

Dressed she was not for a dangerous hike

But like that of an angel in white,

She did not see me but did she know I was there.?

Listened did I as she sang from her heart,

As I turned to walk away, she turned and waved,

Never a word between us, her song I could still hear far away.

Keith Garrett

SPIRIT OF AN EMOTIONAL MAN

Thoughts and feelings coming out, a story they do tell,

My heart has taken many shots, traveling down strange roads.

Who I am pulled apart by different colors of emotion to understand,

Making sense of what this man is made of, I am strong, I am.

This spirit that lives in me does not want what this body and mind feel,

There’s no logic as to why the body tries to make itself feel good,

As this mind, this emotional piece of matter cries out with pain.

The never ending fight in me keeps me going strong on and on,

A surviving warrior dressed up in armor but can’t be seen.

I have the spirit of an emotional man, the will of the sea,

Strength and toughness of the lion which is fierce, hear me roar.

Keith Garrett

SOMETHING SO STRONG

For so long now a crushing pain, out of the darkness I find my way,

The sky I see above rests over the mountain I must climb.

A glow of light finds me as I make my way up the endless giant,

There’s a faith that guides, I am not afraid fore many will stand with me.

Inside this body lives a spirit of never ending fight for survival,

Something so strong, it conquers the force of doubt in another man.

I may not reach the top but I will try, I will get there, I’ll touch the sky,

Lost was I this man of many sorrows, a change in myself is discovered.

Such a long road on my own to follow, travel it with me now and forever,

I’ve seen the mountain, I’ve climbed high with blood and pain, to the top.

Many have come to watch my flight from the morning’s light into the dark,

With me they stood strong, they helped me climb when I weakened.

Keith Garrett

Something so strong as I would not fall, their strength gave me courage,

The mountain still stands, again I will climb stronger each time.

Keith Garrett

SOME KIND OF MAN

Running from or always chasing, that is this kind of man,

Looking over his shoulder is a way of life, trusting no one.

He carries a gun, on the wrong side of the law, this chosen life,

His morals are close to none, a killer for a price, anyone.

Some regret comes from his eyes as he won’t turn back now,

What can turn a soul black, a heart of stone with no compassion?

Some kind of man who will take away a life without thought,

Cold eyes, somewhere in life he became very lost.

Keith Garrett

SO, YOU THINK YOU CAN FIGHT!

In the scheme of life, what is the worth,

So, you think you can fight, do you fight the world?

Tell me sir about your life, is everything alright,

Do you fight with a fist or sharp bladed knife?

Is your battle within yourself, a push and shove against life,

Do you choose your debates well or is nothing right?

Will, you fight against a monster, a meaningful one,

If you saw that you were dying then would you fight the understood battle for your life?

So, you think you can fight, well, there are so many types,

The foolish man uses angry hands as to be wise is a fight that’s right.

Keith Garrett

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