I THINK I’LL LET HIM KNOW
An outlaw but never really doing anything wrong,
Doing what’s right is not always an easy task,
He stands alone, a man with much anger to hold.
Forced was he to fight against those whom should be outlaws,
A man who is now on the run from many whom will follow,
For a dollar, a price on his head they will surely hunt.
When I find him I think i’ll let him know the war is over,
He can go home now, to the world he lives no more as he does live.
Keith Garrett
FEBRUARY IS FINE
Winter still lives and I’ve got you on my mind,
January is almost gone, we’ll leave it behind.
Weather is still of cold, Spring is not yet here,
I dream of you, i dream of you anytime of year.
The month may be cold, rainy, or sunny and bright,
That’s alright, February is fine, you’re on my mind.
Snow may be on the mountains, Christmas is yesterday,
The warm days will soon be here, one or two we may share.
February is fine, i have to say, February is fine.
Keith Garrett
BEFORE AND AFTER
There was a time when I was not here,
No thoughts, no name or identity were mine.
I had no pain or sorrow, not a thing for me to know,
Where was I before I became me, somewhere waiting?
A time will come when I am no longer here, will I have thoughts?
A name remembered, My identity will not be this body or mind.
Again there will be no pain or sorrow, I will be somewhere else,
Before and after, heaven bound, where was I before my first sound?
Keith Garrett
I remember you my friend, It’s been quite awhile,
You gave a grin but did not smile, there were many miles.
Running through the park, you did have a mind of your own,
Chasing the wind, free to bark at the birds, you would run.
Beige and white, a hound dog that would sleep by the bed at night,
Never have you been forgotten, when you went away it was hard,
Your pain was now gone, chasing birds in the wind would be forever.
Today I think of you as your name came suddenly to my mind,
” Cherokee” you were known all around, I remember your sound.
Keith Garrett
Taken for granted the treasures of life,
Gifts from god bestowed upon the mortal man.
All that he dreams is for our eyes to see,
Health and happiness, love of those whom in return hope for love.
A fearful weight upon ones shoulders, pain in the mind, worries of the day,
A message that sickness may have fallen upon your lap.
So afraid that the weight of it being possible that has made it so real inside,
Material belongings are of no real value when it comes to the thought
That the end may be near, of not another breath.
Treasures of life are the health that you keep,
Happiness created by only you, too earn and cherish the love of as many
Family members and friends in a lifetime.
Gifts from god are your own choices to make,
Free to wander the earth, too witness all of its mystery and beauty.
In a moment we are given life, in a moment we leave this world,
Taken for granted things we must over and over learn,
A lesson not forgotten, a lesson well learned.
Keith Garrett
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
I see the trees standing in the sky,
The cars go by as I watch from high.
Walking people going here and there,
Sometimes I wonder if they’re happy or in pain.
Do I really care when from the balcony I stare,
Without a name, to me they are not there.
The wind I feel as I am looking everywhere,
The sky is hazy, a quiet moment is where I am.
From inside I watch through the window,
The balcony is there, quietly I don’t really care what is out there.
Keith Garrett
Fact or a fantasy, like the wishing, neverending thought that we can
Climb up and follow that mysterious rainbow to a magical land.
A four leaf clover, that search for the little green grass of hope,
Wish upon a star, will It get you far, blow out the candles,
Did you get that which you closed your eyes for.
Drink from the fountain, first you must search the world,
Reality or a myth, could this be true, did god place upon this earth
The fountain of life, Is It possible somewhere hidden contains a fountain so true.
How can this be a possibility fore It Is said that all will someday die,
If so true then god put It In a place where no man would ever venture to.
Keith Garrett
Late eighteen hundreds in the North somewhere,
A young boy by the name of Solomon had a life.
From Virginia, Mississippi, his family traveled,
An older brother and of course a loving mother.
A father of no more but remembered and loved,
Together they worked a piece of land, all they had.
No longer slaves but yet enslaved in their world,
Solomon had a dream to learn and become something.
He ran away, saw the reality of what a brother had said,
He would have to go back home for now, work the field,
A boy by the name of Solomon still dreamed, grew to be.
Keith Garrett
FIRE STORM
Like a tornado it appears suddenly, out of nowhere it attacks,
Burning heat that rages on a path of destruction without remorse.
Visible fire, a monster that with its touch can make life disappear,
With the help of natural wind this creation man made or not builds strength.
It consumes without fear, tireless, always hungry as it makes its way anywhere,
Smoke fills the sky, dark, thick, smoke travels upward into the atmosphere.
The birds fly, watch as the animals run with great fear through the hills of flame,
Survival is the only game being played today, the losers will forever go away.
Fire storm, Destroys does it a piece of our beautiful world with every attack,
Sometimes forever gone, healing of the land takes so long, scars are never gone.
Keith Garrett
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