A PERFECT CRIME



 They think that they are of something unique,



 No one ever is watching, no one sees they think.



 They plot and they plan, not so logical, woman or man,


                                                                                      
 Thoughts that roam their scary, sick minds,



 They act calm and kind as they plan ones demise.



 A perfect crime of many sorts fill the criminal minds,



 They seem not to worried about being caught at the time.



 Going on with their deeds believing they will always 
 Be free,


 When they plan a perfect crime, what is in their minds.


                       Keith Garrett

                     JERRY WEST

                     MR. CLUTCH

 Nineteen thirty eight, born to a family, this  
 West Virginia boy,


 Jerry West would one day be one of the greatest ever.



 His father was a coal mine worker, abuse and pain,



 A shotgun under his bed, in fear that he may be hurt 
 Again.


 East bank  high school, West Virginia university, 
 Zeke from Cabin Creek,


 Nicknamed Mr. Clutch, famous buzzer beating, sixty 
 Foot shot,


 Game three of the nineteen seventy NBA finals against 
 The Knicks.


 Fourteen straight all star appearances for this great 
 Lakers star,


 The NBA logo, his silhouette, "Mr. outside" his great 
 Perimeter play.


 Purple gold uniform worn by a man, down the floor, 
 Game after game,


 A nineteen seventy two thirty three game win streak 
 And a ring,


 Many records set from college to the pros, a hall of  
 Fame player, Jerry West.
       Keith Garrett

               A MINUTE FROM HEAVEN



 I live a life that seems more than half way done,


 Started at a beginning, seen more than sun to sun.


 I've walked this land and had my share of pain,


 Friends whom have come and gone, love them just 
 The same.

 A family through struggles and laughter, 


 Children grow up so fast, will they only remember 
 My name?

 I had my share of good, other things I've paid 
 The price,

 All I ask of you dear lord is that you consider my fight.


 A minute from heaven is what we have each day,


 Step by step when the time has come, would you kindly 
 Show me the way?
                            Keith Garrett

                                                                                                     
              A MISSION FROM GOD


 Sent down from heaven, an angel in disguise,



 When once he was alive, a man with a name.



 A mission from God, an assignment of much worth,



 Too help the common man,  a chance for mankind.



 In some ways a lonely path, this spirit on a mission,



 A faith so real as he attempts to guide the mortal being.



 This angel that once walked an earthly path, walks again,



 Roam a land where possibly once taken for granted.



 A mission from God to help man better understand,



 Don't take for granted while you still have a chance.

                        Keith Garrett

                                                                                                
                 A MYSTERY


 Something not discovered, a story that grows,



 That which can not be figured out, a mystery.



 Who did it, or how did it happen is a question,



 Responsibility for a disappearance or crime.



 Aliens are around us constantly, keep searching,



 A mystery it is about Jack the Ripper, who was Jack?



 Things exaggerated from the human mind, folklore,



 A mystery grows with time, a mystery created with time.

                  Keith Garrett

                                                                                                      
           A MAN AND HIS GUITAR


                                                                                                
 He came from a long time ago,


 This man of such a character, his music is to know.


 From his days with the James Gang, as an an Eagle 
 He flies,

 The way that he dresses opens our eyes.


 A voice that's unique, that you know him as he speaks,


 He sings his songs, from his guitar his energy was created.


 If his name is not known to you, Joe Walsh will you not
 Forget,

 Such an artist with his tunes, most would like to have 
 Met.

 Joe Walsh is the man, his guitar is his trademark.

                     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

                                                                                               
           A LIST OF THINGS TO BE


 Never an astronaut, dancing slowly upon the moon,


 Flying in a jet across the sky, no, not did I ever fly.


 A football star throwing the ball far, a dream that 
 Won't be,

 Under the lights, a victory on a Super bowl night.


 What is it like to be a movie star pretending to be 
 Many things,

 Known everywhere, this is not what I was born to be.


 An Olympic star, a racer of cars, I wanted to be but 
 That's not me,

 A great writer, a hero of sort would be something I 
 Might be.

 A rescuer of the down and out, a conqueror of 
 homelessness,

 I may not be an Einstein of genius, I am good enough 
 For me,

 A list of things to be, how much can one man need?

                        Keith Garrett

               A HANDSHAKE AND YOUR WORD


 Does it still exist, is it real, remember 
 A time when,

 From so long ago when you learned to trust a man.


 A handshake and your word was good enough for 
 The day,

 Times changed and a lot of  that got lost with a 
 Changing world.

 We became less of neighbors, keeping to ourselves, 
 Doors locked,

 Now it seems that a handshake comes after a signed piece
 Of paper.

 Has its meaning become less, a firm handshake back in 
 Time was the best,

 And your word, what is the worth of your word as you 
 Promise away.

 We trust less now just as it must be fore if we trust 
 We may get burned,

 Make sure there is a witness to a handshake and your 
 Word, Be weary.

                       Keith Garrett

                     A LIGHT IN THE FOREST


 Traveling together were myself and a friend, a getaway,


 Down the long highway we went, weren't sure where 
 We were going.

 We started out driving, searching for that unusual 
 Place of discovery,

 A forest, that would be our destination, we're on our 
 way into the day.

 We travel along talking and listening to our favorite 
 Music getting close,

 Further ahead of us in the distance they appear to our  
 Eyes, Trees so high.

 We'll be going up a ways, where everything is so green 
 And darkness within the trees,

 We make our camp for the night, ready in the morning for  
 Our Walk below the hidden sky.

 Tonight a campfire, some food, laughing with a friend, 
 And sleeping under a star or two,

 Morning light shines down upon the land, we pack our  
 Things And head into the forest.

 Dark, very dark as we make our way deeper among the   
 Ancient Trees, Where are we,

 There's something up ahead, can you see, a light in the  
 Forest, We'll be okay.
        Keith Garrett