IN SEARCH OF

In flight, searching for hope of a better today,

Into the sun, across the wide open ocean below.

The sky has many colors’ today, look to the sky,

Seagull soaring up so high, through the earth’ window.

Freedom to wander, to fly, why can’t I fly up so high,

Everything Is seeking In search of answers’ of their own.

As a bird In flight, a man walks’ the road,

In search of his own Independence of where he belongs’.

“Keep searching” Keith Garrett

IN

IN MY DYING TIMES

Whispering words into the wind, there’s nobody listening,

Alone again finding a place where I might belong in time.

I am a spirit, I am this body and soul seeking my understanding,

Many times I have died but never enough to make it to the other side.

Lost emotionally, my heart taken away but never physically beaten,

Cried have I over the death of many things loved and now gone.

Die do we slowly in many different ways, do we have to cry,

In my dying times, I’ve risen up from the pain of rejection.

The feel of hurt to my flesh and bones is no sorrow for me,

My inner being can only withstand so much more agony.

My emotions written down, taken from within this shell,

This heart heals as I rid myself of these tears, dirty tears.

In my dying times remembered always in my mind,

Learn the secret of your own happiness, learn to live.

Like every season in which death is a constant reality,

All forms of life disappear, they vanish into another time.

In my dying times, I live on, in my dying times, I have grown.

Keith Garrett

IN ME A HOSTAGE

Free to go away, free to fly away but I stay,

Unlock this prison, it’s safe to walk outside.

Sentenced was I by this man in a mirror,

Hold on tight as through the night chained as I sleep.

A crime of love, guilty and my choice clearly seen,

Scars it carries, in me a hostage clinging to yesterday.

To the ground I fell like a broken doll, crumbled,

A gun to myself pointed, not knowing it was empty.

Behind bars for no reason, put there by a jury of one,

No judge sitting up high, only myself reading the verdict.

I held myself prisoner for many months as the keys sat before me,

With eyes opened I grabbed those keys and let a man free, walk.

Keith Garrett

IN HIS ROCKING CHAIR

He sees the day, on his porch the world is his scenery,

The shows are always different, nothing stays the same.

Every day he rests his weary soul in his special place,

A lifetime of family and friends but slowly they vanish.

If you pass him by then not a care might you have,

He’s not just an old man, a mother’s son, once a young man.

In his rocking chair, he can go back in time, yesterday in his mind,

He watches the boy running with his friends, an old man at day’s end.

He has had quite a life as the value of his being does not fade with the days,

His time here has aged him just as it does every mortal being.

Don’t be fooled while this man with a name sits in his rocking chair,

He has much to say from a mouth, eyes that have watched many seasons,

In his rocking chair he sits taking in the day, he sees the sun going down.

Keith Garrett

IN A PERFECT WORLD

There would be no crime, no hurt filled minds,

Not a broken heart, no sorrowful cries.

No reason to say goodbye if no one went away or died,

Trash on the ground would not be found.

No hungry souls, no suffering for the old,

Prejudice and hate would not look you in the eyes.

No thought of murder, no wounds of war,

Not a lie from a tongue that causes pain,

Emotional scars would never be claimed.

In a perfect world, there would be no fear,

Not a poisoned word heard from an ear,

In a perfect world, heaven is the word.

Keith Garrett

IN A DREAM

I saw you wandering in a dream,

In the dark, quiet, as you searched.

Not a word spoken from your lips,

What do you seek haunted one.?

I can’t find my way home as each night I roam,

It is you who see me wandering in a dream.

What do you search for asking one,

You are the dreamer who saw me wandering.

Now tell me wanderer who is the dreamer and who’s in the dream,

Is it only I and are you the dream?

You call me the haunted one but who is the haunted?

Not a word from my lips but you are the sleeping one.

What is it that you seek, why can’t you find your own way home?

I do not know as sometimes I am in the dark and quiet.

Keith Garrett

IN A BLACK CAR DRIVING

Dressed up In black, not too loud, driving down the road,

Music In my head, the boss sings’ out a tune, I’m driving.

Sunglasses to match this beautiful machine of black,

Eyes wandering, scenery passing by as I ride, dreaming.

In a black car driving, I’m moving down the road to you,

In a black car driving, eyes fixed on the horizon, driving.

With the window down I can feel the wind, listen to the sound,

My dreaming mind takes me to you, the way to you Is complicated.

Down the road, as you are not so far away, just a touch away,

A smile shows through on your face, every day this way.

Keith Garrett

IMPOSSIBLE?

Impossible things, are they to be imagined,?

Too walk on the moon, travel to Mars.

See and touch the oceans’ floor,

Climb a mountain and reach for more.

It can be done, walking from coast to coast,

Break the sound barrier, faster than the speed of sound.

Travel in a balloon, across the world you go,

Fly in the sky, jump from the highest height.

Impossible things, impossible you say,

To rid the world of disease and cancer,

Can this be a possibility one day?

To love one another, hold hands across this world,

Terror put to an end, war, only a bad dream.

To all possible things, to the next one who can make it a reality.

Keith Garrett

IMAGINE THIS

Take a moment and imagine this, love so real,

A most special love, only to a woman who can’t be.

Think of a world where pain and sorrow are only a myth,

Where laughter and smiles wake you to each sunrise.

What if hunger and sickness were but a child’s nightmare,

Selfishness and hate were a demon caged in a place of no more.

Could love be forever as the moon shows its face in the sky,

Ask this beyond the sky to where heaven lies, is all possible?

Imagine this, is a kiss just a kiss, to the blind hearted only this,

To eyes that meet another, a connection may forever exist.

Imagine this, if dreams and wishes came true, I dream for you,

Your special wish would come true, imagine this.

Keith Garrett

I’M SORRY BUT,

IT WAS TIME FOR ME TO GO.

I’m sorry if I ever offended you, sorry If I brought you tears,

I hope you will forever remember me as we shared the best of years.

I laughed with you just as you all showed me your laughing faces,

We spent our time together, remember those childish places.

Forgive me if I ever made you sad, there were times I made you smile,

You were the best of friends, we’ll get together again in just a little while.

I’m sorry but, it was time for me to go, My show is over, catch me on another road,

I really wish I could have said goodbye, I gave my life to all of you, everything I showed.

I left a piece of me throughout that Yorba Linda land, I was once an innocent child,

A lifetime left some pain and scars, I had so much fun with you, I ran for years so wild.

Please think of me as I will always remember you, I’m close within your grasping hand,

I am not sad with this smiling face, I know what it is you have planned, I am upon the land.

In memory of Art Spence

Keith Garrett