ADAM


   From his death were heard cries of pain,



  A man no more, a girl, a memory, all has changed.



  No more of this Earth, onward, a souls journey to 
  Another life,


  Somewhere In heaven, he dwells by the Lord's side.



  With those who loved him, he had a place,



  In their hearts, forever In their thoughts.



  Remembering always that this was a mother's child,



  A sister's brother, a child's father, or a girl who 
  Loved him

 Even though he was not perfect and sometimes a 
 Bit wild,


  He was once a small child who played In the dirt,



  Played In the water, and sometimes got hurt.



  This was his time to go, no more pain or sorrow 
  Will he know,


  Up In the sky, fly away, fly.


                              Keith Garrett

                                  A WORLD OF SICKNESS

  As the world grows older we see that with it 
   The world Grows crowded,

  So many people cover the lands stretching far 
  And wide, The world does not grow.

  This is a beautiful place that has been given to us 
   All but Together we are losing,

  Survival may be harder than it was hundreds of 
   Years ago As We can not sleep wherever.

 We can't just wake from sleep and shoot our breakfast,  
  The Creek is not always there,

  To camp beneath any given tree is now frowned  
   Upon as Our society changes towards the rich.

 Desperation and anger are greater than ever before, 
  This we Hear each day from words spoken,

  Protests over many issues that do not change, only 
  The Mistrust for those high above grow.

  Deceived daily are we, sometimes by the people 
  We may Know But scarrier are those whom control,

  Lies, broken promises, pay-offs from hand to hand, 
  Between Powerful people, and government man.

  The fight to own, but in the end they'll take from you 
   Your Home,  we are violated as they spy, fear grows,

  A world of sickness lives as we struggle to keep our 
   Health  And sanity, Neverending traffic brings hell,

    A world of sickness forever grows because the more 

                             LOST IN THE WILD

  To step outside the world I've known,
  Leave It all behind and those who know me.



  Off on a great journey to see It all,
  Into the wilderness as If nothing else matters' 
  Anymore.


  To try things never tried before,
   Experience life through a new open door.



  Perhaps a fear of what lies ahead,
  I trek across the land, survive If I can.



  See many new things from my eyes,
  Into the night I hear nature cry.



  Not expecting never to go home again,
  Lost In the wild Is where my life ends.


                            Keith Garrett 

                                     TEARS FROM THE SKY



  Watching the smog as it fills up high,


  Polluted water, senseless acts day and night.


  Wars of destruction, the greed in a man,


  Acts of violence that destroy nature and human 
  Beings.

  Trash fills the streets, anger and hate consume,


  What are we doing in our world of doom
  Evil thoughts, random killings go on,


  The family structure dissolves, crumbles and falls.


 Tears from the sky, god watches as our time goes by,


 Stand back and watch, you just might cry.

                                Keith Garrett

                          IMPOSSIBLE?


  Impossible things, are they to be Imagined,


  To 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 Impossible things, to the next one who 


  Can make it a reality.


                                   Keith Garrett

                                I'M GETTING OLDER


  I first opened my eyes, once tiny and bright to this
  World,

  A memory I do hold but remember not as I was a baby.


  Pictures of my life are few compared to the window of
  My mind,

  Once only a child, things I knew were also few, children 
  Who played.,

  With this child are lost with time, always in my mind.


 The world seems smaller as my life has spread further 
  With the passing days,

  I'm getting older, once I was a young teenager moving 
  Ever so fast,

  Birthday to birthday comes a new number pinned to my 
  Aging soul.

  Grateful am i with a much appreciated thank you and 
  Love of God,

 That he has given me life this long, I hope and pray that 
  One day I'll

  Be forever remembered and once in a while thought of 
  By you.

  I'm getting older, maybe a touch wiser, possibly a 
  Better me,

  I'm getting older, remember who I am, my name is
  Keith.

  I am a mortal man living in this gift layed in my hand.


                              Keith Garrett 

                                    A  LONER OF A MAN


 He saw the sun but when the sun went down,


 He wanted nothing more of that which was around.


 Heading for the great Colorado Rocky mountains 
 Said he,

 I will not be back until I see a land of eternity.


  A long time ago, this man not many would know,


  As for the few, he treated them with kindness, they
  Would not forget.

  A loner of a man, no choice to love and care, an
  Inherited family,

  Because he did help another kind, they took from 
  Him the love in his life.

  He wanted to be alone and he learned to care, again 
  Only pain and despair,

  A mountain man you see, he had a life, until life 
  Met eternity.
                                  Keith Garrett

                            I'M JUST A POOR BOY


  No car do I own, socks' full of holes, day by day, 
  An hourly wage,


  I lie there In bed worrying about tomorrow, a bed 
  Of my own.

  No credit cards' or a bank account, my only money 
  In an aging wallet,


  A table of food always, dinner as a poor boy will 
  Gladly serve.


  Clothes on my back, shoes that take me to where 
  I survive,


  Blesses of many In a world of sorrow and strife.



  I'm just a poor boy with a smile and a tear, a 
  Wish  And a fear,


 What I lack In gold Is made up of treasure 
  Discovered  Every day.


  I'll take a trip somewhere from my mind, to a 
  Place  Of fantasy,


 A rich man can't find, where a poor boy can't 
 Buy.


 I'm just a poor boy with so much to give, I give to 
 You,


  I'm just a poor boy, what's a poor boy to do.


                         Keith Garrett 

                        IS LIFE BUT A DREAM?


  When we go to bed do we go to sleep,


  Are we already dreaming of the life that we believe?


  Are the things' that we see Imaginary or real,


  Is there another life that we live and feel?


  Is our reality here and now,


  Are we a thought of someone else somehow?


  Could It be that we are In another ones mind,


  In some other place, In some other time?.


  Maybe In a coma for a period not known,


  When we wake up to a life not our own.


  What does It all mean,


  Is life but a dream?.


                                      Keith Garrett

                              WHERE THE GODS STAND


  Looking to the sky I saw light and darkness of a billion 
  Nights,

  Dark were the clouds, through them billions of years of 
  Light.

 Somewhere beyond are gathered many lifetimes, souls 
 Of the departed,

  From my eyes seen, a stormy sky like so many storms 
 In time.
 The crack of thunder heard by ancestors that rest in 
 Eternal peace,

  I watched the sky move, the energy created was felt 
  From inside.

 The sky is filled with all that use to be traveling 
  Around  And in between,

  There is music in the sky, neverending tunes of laughter, 
  Long lost cries.

  The wind swirls and runs forever just as the first day 
  Had begun,

  The blood of all men and woman are mixed together 
  With all time,

 Where the Gods stand in a kingdom of many beliefs, 
  Spirits From a thousand lands.
                                         Keith Garrett