A NEW WORLD BEGINS'


 Tomorrow I leave today behind, this year vanishes,


 Gone Into memories, put away like antiques on a 
 Shelf.

 What's ahead of me only God In heaven can know,


 Much lies ahead of me In this land of Imagined 
 Dreams.

 Left behind Is yesterday, many things' to cry about,
 To say goodbye,

 Today a new world begins' as If to be born a baby 
 Next to mother.

 I'll see things' that were not known to me, days' 
 Since past,

 More that will be understood by a man with a heart 
 That heals.

 Lessons' learned but not without teaching have 
 They been.

 This world goes around and around, so what 
 Have I found,

 Fore a door that's been opened, mysteriously 
 The wind blows shut,

 A window lifted, opened to a place of freedom 
 For which is me,

                                                                                 Keith Garrett

                                                                                                                    
              A BIG HEART



                                                                                           He was a small man but only in height,


                                                                                        He would lose his wife as a child was born.


                                                                                                 Lou was his name, a man so kind,


                                                                                     Trying to survive, taking care of his daughter.


                                                                                 
 A job was needed, treated like some kind of 
 Freak,

                                                                                Turned away, desperate, he would steal for a meal.


 This is not who he was, why are people so 
 Ignorant and mean,

 Confined to jail by one who did not care, a much 
 Needed favor.

 A daughter in danger, this little man with a big 
 Heart was needed,

 Risk his life he would, even for those who did 
 Look down upon.

 A big heart in a man who did appear to stand 
 Taller than all,

                Keith Garrett

            A BEGGER, A THIEF


 He wanders the streets, a taste for food, 
 A thirst for drink,

 Cold to the bones, waiting for a warm place 
 To sleep.

 Asking for that which comforts his pain,


 Pride and self respect are put aside.


 A human being, a man with a story,


 A begger today without any glory.


 Taking what he wants, no morals or remorse,


 Criminal thought's, a good man not.


 Working for nothing, he does not care,


 He steals anything, he has no heart.


 A thief many times over, a quitter of sorts,


 A begger, a thief, so many differences of course.


               Keith Garrett 

                  THE RIDER"


 He'll ride In the morning, through the day 
 Travels the road,

 High upon the hills a shadow beneath the clouds, 
 He rides.

 Into the wind, the rain blowing against his face, 
 He rides,

 The snow falls as through the mountain passes 
 He is moving.

 A man with no name, throughout the land maybe 
 A glimpse,

 He's known only as the rider carrying whatever 
 For hire.

 This horse he rides with colors of solid black 
 And white spots,

 A demon creature, wicked with speed like the wind.


 Brown and black hat worn on his head gives a 
 Mysterious appearance,

 A coat so long for cover and warmth shields 
 Him from weather, the rider.

 Boots on his feet of dark, broken In pattern 
 Can be noticed in the stirrups,

 This man of the land rides and rides, just he 
 And his faithful companion.

 Like a ghost so quiet he roams the wild wilderness
 Of life,

 He's known as the rider, Into the night he rides.


                Keith Garrett

                                                                                    
              WHEN THE CLOCK STOPS


 It measures our time, an hourglass in our mind,



 All are not equal, not the same amount of sand.



 A timepiece which shows our days, hour by hour,



 With the sun we plan our existence, minute by minute.



 Everything is measured from the creation of time,



 When the clock stops we drift into a consciousness 
 Of another kind.

            Keith Garrett

              WHEN I TRIPPED AND FELL


 Not seen by any one person, only felt the
 Heaviness of me,



 By me, not really, spirit who sees everything, 
 Whom guards the sky.



 When I tripped and fell, I may have cried, I 
 Did not die, He was at my side,



 I did not scrape my knees, I did not bleed, 
 The pain traveled within me.



 Picked myself up from the mistakes that have
 Been made, Forgave myself,



 When I tripped and fell I did not land in any 
 Kind of hell, a helping hand.

              Keith Garrett

                                                                                                        
                 WHEN EARTH IS HEAVEN



 Will it be this place or is there possibly 
 A perfect other,


 Heaven is an invisible, wonderful, world  
 Somewhere within.


 Can it be that one day we will all inhabit a 
 Kingdom such as this,


 Might it be that this Earth that we wander 
 Today may be reborn.


 When the Earth is heaven, a beautiful land 
 Without pain and suffering,


 Corruption and greed will be no more, a time 
 To enjoy and see what we missed.


Pollution and all dirty things will not ever be 
 Again as we sit by cool waters,

 Walking hand in hand without hate and anger in 
 This new land of eternity.


 When Earth is heaven we will be free of all bad 
 Things that man has created here.


                Keith Garrett

                                                                                                      
                WHEN HE KILLED


 When a killer has a heart but how can 
 This be,

 A young boy of a slow nature tormented 
 By all.

 Never treated right, he grew as an adult 
 Child,

 Killed his mother and lover, thought they 
 Were being bad.

 Sent away and then set free, the world was
 A scary place,

 His name was carl, had no one who did love 
 Him anyway.

 A purpose for a man, born into a sad, hard 
 Life of loneliness,

 When he killed they sent him away, lost in 
 Another place.

 He wasn't meant for this world anymore, quiet 
 With many thoughts,

 When he killed he was only twelve years old, 
 He thought they were bad.

 He grew up and learned he was wrong, not 
 Supposed to kill anyone,

 Too help another child who would not become 
 Like him.

 When he killed a certain someone, he thought
 The world be a better place.
                             Keith Garrett

                                                                                                
                  HANGMAN


 On a dirty street, in a western town back 
 In time, the gallows,

 He is the hangman, stands always still as the 
 Shadows drift with time.

 He is everywhere, face covered always in a mask 
 Of darkness,

 Not a ruler  but he holds the authority to life 
 And death.

 A noose hovers, it sways with the wind, waiting 
 For those who sin,

 You  didn't just break the law, the ultimate 
 Crime lived in your mind.

 A life you did take, murder will get you a date 
 With the hangman,

 Many years ago when life was hard on the trail, 
 guns an every day tool.

 When a man chooses the wrong road, decisions of
 Criminal deeds will do him in,

 The hangman will watch as you climb the stairs, 
 Each step you will sweat,

 A choice you have made, time to pay, the hangman 
 Does have his day.
                  Keith Garrett

                 "FOREVER"


 Above from the wide open sky the sun 
 Shines ever so bright,
 Will It warm our world always or one day 
 Say a farewell.
 What If the wind that we can not see goes 
 Away,
 Will It again blow across the hills and make 
 The trees sway.
 The glowing moon sits like a lighthouse In the 
 sky,
 Watching, always watching but for how long 
 Will it rise?
 The rain falls from the sky, from the clouds 
 That drift on by,
 Will the drops take from the Earth the thirst 
 So as not to die.
 See the animals run through the woods and 
 Across the plains,                          
 Today they live somewhat free, tomorrow will 
 They be.
 We live, we love, dance to the music, sing 
 From our hearts,
 Search for the happiness that makes It all 
 Worth living.
 There are things that may be never, things 
 Never lost,
 Nothing lasts forever fore forever we are not.


              Keith Garrett