AMERICA IS A WAR



  Everywhere, from land to land they are destroying,



  Mass destruction, killing so many in foreign places.



  They know and speak of us fore we are the center 
  Of attention,


  Worry more about what's happening over there, 
  Beware.


  America is a war, we are fighting in the streets, hate 
  Is strong,


  Who can we trust, only ourselves, with eyes in the 
  Back of our heads.


  There is more crime going on behind closed doors, 
  Than in the dark of night,


  Fighting for territory, drug wars, gangs in every town, 
  Out of control.


  We need not worry about being destroyed by others, 
  As we will do this ourselves,

                                 Keith Garrett

                      100 YEARS FROM TODAY



  Yesterday, what we see as hundreds of years ago 
  Is gone,

  History it is to us, read about in books of long 
  Lost times.

  The days are always moving along, we do take for 
  Granted, the morning,

 The setting sun is a most spectacular sight, heading 
  Into the night.

  Here where we stand, may still be standing, another 
  Will be standing,

 100 years from today, the world that we know will 
  Have much changed.

  Just as we wonder what life was like, back in a time 
  Of cowboys and pioneers,

  Tomorrow's people will also wonder, and read about 
  Our time and place.

  100 years from today, we will be a part of history, 
  Others will be amazed,

  Just as we are amazed, and dream of those times, when 
  The world appeared to be a dream.

                              Keith Garrett

                             THAT'S LIFE

  Walk with me and hear my thoughts of the day,


  From the time we are a child we think and play.


  A fairytale from the beginning that we are forever,


  Of this world not meant to be, everlasting Is heaven.


  Into our lives, people step and then walk away,


  We lose and we gain, lessons of love and pain.


  At times the bad seem blessed, and the good will suffer,


  Those with much love to give can not discover anothers
  Heart.

  Most take for granted what others only cry for, Oh! 
  They cry,

 That's life, sometimes we don't get what we deserve,


  Many times we get what we get, that which Is given.


  We see laughter, we see tears, we find fear, that's life,


  We all have our day, and some have It taken away.


  The longer we live, there's a chance for love or sorrow,


  We hold on for tomorrow, because that's life.


                              Keith Garrett  

                                    SUNRISE


  Darkness disappears,' as day comes to life,


  Footsteps of mine, traveling the morning light.


 The fog begins' to lift, showing the beauty of God,


  I walk this way with hope by my side.


  Quiet, as It's early, fore sleep still lingers,'


  On the move are these legs, tired, forever tired.


  Rays of light, shine through the distant clouds,


  Sunrise has a story, for a man roaming alone.


  Everything has changed, as the days' seem the same,


  A song, he sings' a song In my ear, always heard.


  My favorite music, from the man from Jersey,


  Sunrise, sweet sunrise, each day my journey.


                      Keith Garrett  

                            STRENGTH


  The lion Is strong and fearless as he roams' 
  The jungle,


  It Is known that he Is there, his crown Invisible 
  But seen.


  There Is strength In a man who stands' up for 
  What he believes,


  He Is strong and powerful, with words' of 
  Knowledge or silence.


  Doing what Is hardest, doing what scares one, 
  But must be done,


  Facing ones' self In the mirror, and admitting
  He has faults.


  Strength Is letting your emotions' show, but 
  Kept in control,


  Knowing Inside there's a man, although 
  vulnerable.


  I am a man, I have strength.



                             Keith Garrett

                              THE DARCYS

                I'VE NEVER FORGOTTEN YOU

  The year was nineteen seventy two, our family 
  Made a visit to Yorba Linda
  to see the house we would be moving into. It 
  Was still a wood frame but would
  be completed soon. I recall being outside when 
  My brother Gary and Bob just met.
  We left that day and soon returned to stay, 
  Off the freeway and up over that big hill
  to a new place.  I was ten years old, starting again 
  In a place full of hills and kids.
  The Darcys were the first family we knew, way back 
  In nineteen seventy- two.
  First of all there was their dad, Ed Darcy was a very nice
  Man, voice a bit rough.
  but I was just a kid so I'll give him a break. I think back 
  To how nice he was, Inviting
  me to an Angel game. I was standing in my yard, they 
  were leaving and I was so excited
  when I was asked.  I'm not sure but I think he worked 
  For the airlines, Thank you, Mr. Darcy.
  There was their mother, Rose, always as nice as could be, 
  With what sounded like an accent.
  I remember going places with her in that light blue VW bus, 
  that was the color I still see
  She let me stay the night a few times, I remember you, 
  Rose Darcy, thanks for the memories.
  Genie, and I hope I spelled it right, was the oldest of four 
  children, I do recall her face and smile.
  But we didn't hang out as I was much younger, I 
  Remember, As you were a Darcy.
  I have many memories of Bob, He may be surprised, but I 
  Thought of him as an older brother.
  Do you remember your bed, where there was another bed, 
  You pulled out like a drawer?
  Bob played catch with me, from one side of the street 
  To the other, he threw that baseball.
  I can't believe he was fourteen and I was eleven, 
  he started me on a stamp collection that I
  loved year after year. I remember Bob jumping in our pool 
  when it was freezing, crazy!
  From nineteen seventy- two to seventy three, I knew this 
  family, it seemed like a long time.
  Thanks for being a friend, Bob, I think of you from a lifetime 
  ago, a dream, don't you know.
  Do you remember when Ken and you rescued a cat from 
  the sewer? so dirty were you.
  I may not spell their names correctly, but Paska and Zeebo 
  Were a mans' best friend.
  Hey! Bob, I watched you pitch down at the old little league 
   field, I was eleven and that was cool.
  Thanks so much Bob, for being you, I remember your voice, 
  And laughter too.
   Hello! Ken, you were twelve and thirteen too, at times you 
  appeared mean, older than me.
  You showed a smile and a glare, in your heart there was care, 
  You were funny and kind.
  Remember when Bob and you made candles in your garage? 
  melting the wax, using the dye.
  different bottles, or jars. I walked up and down the street, 
  selling door to door, tired feet.
  The Fourth of July and fireworks, do you recall as I do,
  walking or riding bikes  to the
  Firework stands? Summer heat, a coke, and a swim in the pool, 
  pool, those were the days.
  I remember you guys had homemade Ice cream one time, 
  to an old friend named Ken.
   Last but not least, was a little girl called Carolyn,  I don't 
   recall the name but she
   went to a school where there were animals, she was friends 
   with my sister, Kathy.
   I do remember you, Carolyn, you referred to your brothers 
  As Bobby and Kenny.
  I remember your smile, I remember you all from a lifetime ago. 
  nineteen seventy two,
  and seventy three. 

                Keith Garrett

                                A FACE THAT LIES


  The devil's eyes have a face that lies,


  It smiles at you with promises so fal


  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

                     A FACE WITH TWO SIDES


  There's a part of you that hides, not known to me,



  This shadow that makes your Identity whole.



  It lets' me know, only that part of you, that opens' up,



  Missing Is a piece of emotion that shows' a picture.



   Missing Is a full and beautiful look from within,



  A smile sometimes cries but tries to hide what's real.



  Tell me who you are, tell me where you can be found,



   Let me love all of you, show me both sides.


                                Keith Garrett

      MYSTICAL DREAMS OF SHORES UNSEEN
   Keith Garrett
  About a land so far across the sea, stories of 
  Knights from days lost,
  Castles of stone, standing through centuries 
  Of tales told, those whom know.
  Kings and Queens, ever since this Island was 
  Discovered, back in a dream,
  Magical wizards are fables of men, said to 
  Them as a child long ago.
  Those dressed In armor, a King by the name of 
  Arthur and a sword,
  A legendary table of round, sat Knights so long 
  Ago, On shores unseen.
  Princes and princesses, dancing at parties of royalty, 
  In a far off land,
  Common men and women lived together, and 
  Begged for food, a hand,
  Woods of old England, warriors and Knights with 
  Bows and swords.
   Mystical dreams of times, of shores unseen, a book 
  Of tales,
  Along the River, lakes of swans gliding across the 
  Mirrored glass.
  Over the hills, where the whispering winds watch 
  the glass dance,
  In the English night sky, through the known expected 
  Fog of the land,
   A rising moon, shines Its glowing light upon the trees, 
  Upon these 
  With voices of sound,
  Sir lancelot dressed for battle, riding high upon a dark 
  Horse into forever.
  Dragons of fantasy flying through the sky, wings 
  Spread, soaring,
  Breath of fire, It Is told they possess, demons brought 
  To life in a dream.
  Legends of many moons long since past, ghosts of 
  Heroes wander in mist,
  Mystical dreams of shores unseen, songs sung In 
  Green meadows,
  A beautiful sound from voices such a long time ago.   

                          " 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