A CLOUD CHOSEN


 I travel along across the sky, floating weightless,


 Down below there is you, recognize I do.


 Feel the wind blow through your hair, I am there,


 Call on me, if ever you need from me anything.


 I rest on my cloud looking down on where I once stood,


 In your yard watching the birds fly in the sky.


 There are many clouds throughout time never ending,


 But it's this cloud, a cloud chosen for myself.


 A place to be alone, a place where dreams are real,


 The sun shines upon me, its warmth I feel, I can see


 Myself smile in the light.


 A friend that's true would do for another anything,


 If ever you need I will jump down off my cloud to be.

                    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

                                                                                               
                    THE BULLY                   


 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 who  
 waits every day,

 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

                    ABOUT ME


 I have a name, it tells no meaning of what's inside,


 I am not a rich man but hidden treasures to be found.


 When I love it is that my love is true, I now love,


 Wander I do not from another's heart, faithfully.


 When it is that I'm angry then it is that I'm sad,


 Patience has been discovered, not a patient man. 


 A thinker am I of many things, dreams fill my heart,


 When I give my heart then to the given must be a 
 Precious Gift.

 Jealousy is an unseen monster that teases my soul,


 It holds no worth, Imagination of the mind, my fears.


 Trust is a much needed part of my life, I must trust,


 Therefore the need for trust is needed, trust in me.


 I will give all that's in me if in return I am allowed 
 To give,

 About me, I give to you my heart, I share with you my 
 Life.
                           Keith Garrett

                 "FOR THIS LIFE"


 From a breath first taken, this Is my life,


 What has been a gift has come with scars of sacrifice.


 We have a life, our roads chosen take us In unknown 
 Directions,

 For this life we accept the mystery and wonder.


 They live and breathe from here and there just the same,


 Many to us are strangers, walking with names.


 For this life she smiles at the morning's light,


 A tear In her heart but she does not cry.


 He has many dreams to Imagine as hope still survives,


 He moves with the wind, he feels Inside, for this life.


 You are passion and energy combined,


 In constant motion It Is you who lives for this life.


                  Keith Garrett 

                 DEEP FOREST


 Step Into reality, an exotic and spectacular 
 Place of dreams,

 Realize this world of adventure and things' not 
 To often seen.

 Somewhat dark with a hint of light beaming through 
 The trees,

 Sounds all around as the creatures of this land watch 
 In the shadows.

 There's a misty haze that appears as the night shows 
 It's face,

 So far away from the not so peaceful, deep forest of 
 That which breathes.

 Leaves upon the ground, walking among life that speaks 
 Not a word we hear,

 With these feet we make our way from a magical getaway 
 of existence.

 This forest, a beautiful deep forest hiding from the 
 Outside,

 Lost In It may be the heaven, the happiness, a garden 
 Of Eden.

               Keith Garrett  

                HILLS' OF DARKNESS


 Through the hills' I walk to find a place, 



 Of peace and happiness for a home I'll make.



 Escape I will from times of darkness,



 Into the light of day where I want to be.



 Leave behind things' of the past,



 Onward I walk till I find my path.



 As my travels' through the hills' continue,



 See do I clearer from my eyes.



 These hills' of darkness I leave behind,



 Out In the open, of better things' I'll find.


             Keith Garrett             

                     ARMS OF GOD


 Outstretched, they reach far and wide, around 
 The world,


 Fierce and strong, they can crush or destroy 
 What's needed.


 Careful and loving as they will comfort when the 
 Going is tough,


 A being so full of mystery, with power and wisdom 
 So unknown.


 Creator of all that we know and more, arms of God 
 Will carry us home,


 Wherever you may be, within all that we see, they 
 Exist to help us up.


 Touching a universe that seems to have not an ending 
 Of discovery,


 The arms of God are not to be seen as they are not a 
 Fantasy or a dream.

                                  Keith Garrett

                       PROMISES


 Blood of a man spills' from a wound created,


 From a wounded heart runs' blood unseen.


 Broken will be our spirits' by those we trust,


 These are the words' of men with no morality.


 Promises are made with the slip of a tongue,


 Easily spoken from minds' without thought.


 Hearts' and souls', those with no dreams',


 They take what they can, from their hands' they 
 Squeeze.

 Promises, promises, words' with no character,


  From those with no heart, broken, always broken.


                             Keith Garrett 

                    INTO THE WOODS


 Leave behind the concrete jungle and every day 
 Expectations,

 Step out of your work shoes and Into another frame 
 Of mind.

 Away from the pain and sorrow of what a love 
 Destroys,

 Your heart and mind, leave far behind.


 Walk your feet Into a world of darkness,


 Hearing only the crunch of what's beneath you.


 No stress or the fast pace of It all,


 Only trees that watch as you pass by them all.


 Where all Is quiet except creatures that stir,


 This Is a different world where you will not be heard.


 No worries or crying over what's out there,


 Into the woods, alone I am there.


                                                                                              Keith Garrett