What is it that takes from us the quiet peace of the night,

Sitting back relaxing, sounds come screaming from a distance.

Painful to the ears and mind, not pleasant this sound at times,

Blessings of music if at this moment a life may be on the line.

Lights of beauty or lights of darkness and pain are noticed in the dark,

Different lights and sirens depending on what danger haunts the night.

A fire in a house, a soul stricken with sickness takes a team of heroes seen,

Crime in the streets, those without morals come out after the sun fades away.

Another type of man and woman steps out into the dark when bad shows up,

Sirens in the night, sirens of peace, sirens and lights that might save a life.

Keith Garrett

He has a name, lives does he in a neighborhood, maybe yours,

You have met him before, perhaps a lifetime ago in school, he still lives.

He knows of many people and he’ll meet many more, not a friend is he,

I saw him once before, not in a dream but in my childhood reality.

More than one time did I meet him, he thought he was special as

He followed me through my younger days or waited for me to get to school.

He never goes away fore he is the cowardly bully whom waits everyday,

Always seeking out the weak, scared, and usually the peaceful one.

The bully torments until his weakness and cowardly ways are found out,

Although he will lose his power, again he is born with another face.

I still to this day see the bully and he has many faces of ugliness,

He can no longer touch me, He knows i’m not afraid.

The bully goes to far and each day he disappears.

Keith Garrett

Sunrise, the beginning of a new day, sunset, a pause not an ending,

Life goes on, moves ahead until we reach a certain ending, not the end.

We keep track of our existence with a calendar, twelve months named,

Days of a word we call a week, seven with names that sound so strange.

There is an hour glass created to show that our time is running out,

Is it half empty or as they say with a positive note maybe half full.

Truth be told and this be fact that the glass runs down to half empty,

Time does march on moving forward, time is seen by the ageing changes.

I’m not shocked when i’m told that a fellow human being is dying,

Fore it is that we were all born holding onto our own gift of an hour glass.

We live to experience this roller coaster of a ride called life, see and dream,

Death is a mystery, why must we suffer as we grow older, at times with sickness.

Before we can see heaven it is that we must see all things good and bad,

Emotions of those created by god we must know all before he calls.

Some of us go fast, young, slow with pain, is there a best way,

Does a new year begin or does life simply continue until a new road is given.
Keith Garrett

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Let go of your anger, leave your selfishness behind,

Build a bridge together, hand in hand we stand.

A grudge of jealousy between brother or sister,

Drifts apart a family, the hour glass will one day empty.

United this day is that which will give us strength,

Let’s not say our sorry’s standing above ones last day.

Older we grow, let’s not watch the time slip away,

Forgive, do not waste precious time on why or how things happen.

The past can’not be changed but we can change the now,

We can make our future together, better than before.

The enemy is not us, we are a family,

Let go of heartache and resentment.

We stand as a family, united this day, forever we stay.

Keith Garrett

I was dazed and confused, sick again,

It was nobody’s fault but mine, to much Custard pie.

During the battle of evermore, down by the seaside,eating a Tangerine,

I lived in good times, bad times, i had friends whom died.

Traveled did i to the houses of the holy, i was the rover,

Ten years gone by now, how many more times for war.

I visited the black mountain side, there she stood a black country woman,

A mean black dog she had by the name of Kashmir.

She took a walk with me out on the tiles, a night flight,

For your life you had to fight, live by the laws of the land or see the gallows pole.

In the light her eyes were bright, that’s the way she looked,

I said I can’t quit you baby since I’ve been loving you.

I found four sticks down by the ocean, a cross for both of us,

In my time of dying this was a celebration day,

Babe, I’m gonna leave you, i see my stairway to heaven.

Keith Garrett

You will not see me because i am not there,

Even if you search for me everywhere.

I have no touch so do not try to feel me,

I can’not be found, i’m nowhere around.

Do not try to speak with me, there’s no one to hear,

I have not a face, waste no time with a stare.

I am not there, I am not anywhere,

I am not around, therefore i can’not be found,

I am the nothing.

Keith Garrett

Imagine a world of beauty, trees swaying in the wind,

A clear, blue, sky, at dark a full moon, stars in the sky.

Far off, the horizon line, waves rolling across,

Seagulls in the sky, shining of the sun in daylight.

If sight had I then your beautiful eyes would come alive,

Your pretty hair blowing in the breeze would be.

A smile I have yet to see, a dream to me,

Skin of beauty seen with eyes so new.

If sight had I then I would not want to see what my ears know are reality,

I would only want to see all this mysterious world could be.

Keith Garrett

Many years before, she sang a song, he watched himself Gavotte,

Whom was this song about, Carly sang loud.

The possibility that there were three so vain,

There was one in her thoughts, knows of him today.

As she lives, they still live and have not yet gone away,

Much older today but the song still plays.

A clue as Mick danced the Gavotte, a rolling stone,

Jack and Warren, they were vain, hung out at a place of the same.

Mystery of her song, she does not speak out loud,

Whom was so vain, was she so angry,

Carly remembers you’re so vain.

Keith Garrett

Molten lava, boiling flame ,bathtub of hell,

Power so fierce rests below a mountain of death.

How long has it stood on a foundation of heated anger,

A pool of fire waits to touch the surface, it has no mercy.

Explodes without warning, rising, shooting into the waiting sky,

Flowing like a river, down where it takes away that which is in its evil path.

Volcano by name,  a hollow mountain of liquid pain,

Erupt wicked mountain, show your hidden face.

Keith Garrett

Like the water is a mirror of a scene from the sky,

A floating river  as the clouds drift on by, they drift.

Up in the air an ocean of clouds, waves of clouds,

               Through the land a path runs free, clouds in the water.

                       Keith Garrett