"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  

                       "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

                                                                                                               
                  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 one's 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

                   A NEW PARADISE


 I sit back and think of the possibility that we
 May start again,

 If not here then is there some other place of peace 
 And happiness.

 In the beginning we hear about a garden, it disappeared 
 From us,

 A new paradise where we can hear the birds sing without 
 Trouble on the horizon.

 Listen to the wind without the painful, tragic, sounds 
 Of sirens,

 A wonderful island, a new world where we are equal in 
 Every way.

 Money holds no meaning in this paradise home where not 
 A soul walks alone,

 Food so plenty, pains of hunger never again in this new  
 Paradise where all are friends.

 Sickness no more, no worries of a cure that were learned
 About many years before,

 A place that sounds familiar, written in story books, a 
 Fantasy not believed.

 Believe in this as once such a place did exist, a lesson 
 Learned if so happens again.
              Keith Garrett

                   SOUNDS' IN THE WIND


 The wind has no sound unless obstacles to blow 
 Around or between,
 Through nothing can It pass, an opening must 
 make way for it.

 Travels' and swirls' across the sky with force 
 And power,

 Since the existence of time It remains' alive but 
 Unseen.

 The crackling of branches and twigs from the trees,


 Rustling of the leaves moving through the shrubs, 
 Wind has sound.

 Through chimneys' you can hear the wind whistle,


 Fences creek, chimes let you know the wind Is here.


 Windows' vibrate and trashcans' hit the ground 
 Like drumbeats,

 From our ears we hear sounds' In the wind.


                      Keith Garrett