A FACE THAT LIES
The devils eyes have a face that lies,
It smiles at you with promises so false.
Giving you gifts of sinful things,
Changing your appearance, a picture of greed and evil.
It taunts you into believing that bad is good,
Material belongings are most precious, love not kind.
Stand and be recognized, a face that lies,
Don't stare in the eyes of what does not cry.
Accept not a wish, not a gift from a demon spirit,
Give not of yourself, in an instance he'll own your soul.
A face that lies has many by his side,
They walk as you walk, do not be fooled, this is no heavenly
Stroll to the sky
Keith Garrett
A FACE THAT LIES
A FACE THAT LIES
The devils eyes have a face that lies,
It smiles at you with promises so false.
Giving you gifts of sinful things,
Changing your appearance, a picture of greed and evil.
It taunts you into believing that bad is good,
Material belongings are most precious, love not kind.
Stand and be recognized, a face that lies,
Don't stare in the eyes of what does not cry.
Accept not a wish, not a gift from a demon spirit,
Give not of yourself, in an instance he'll own your soul.
A face that lies has many by his side,
They walk as you walk, do not be fooled, this is no heavenly
stroll to the sky.
Keith Garrett
HILLS OF FIRE
HILLS' OF FIRE
Keith Garrett
Look to the sky, watch as the smoke rises high above,
Beauty disappears as the heat consumes what was green.
Ignorance or wind destroys god's masterpiece created,
A fool is the man who can't see the gift put in front of him.
See the hills of fire, watch as the animals run, see their fear,
See all that can be seen through eyes of pain, of sorrow.
Hills of fire burn no more, fire of death be rained down upon,
Let life reappear, let the colors so bright be a sight.
Hills of fire and death, open your eyes, do you see,
Hills of pain, hills of sorrow, open your eyes, do you see.
Hills of beauty and laughter, open your eyes, do you see,
Hills of breath, hills of darkness, open your eyes, do you see.
Hills of danger and mistrust, open your eyes, do you see,
The glow in the sky, a scar for all to see.
Hills of eternity and life, open your eyes, do you see,
Hills of slumber, hills of strength, open your eyes, do you.
Take these hills of fire away, never again, there's a price you pay.
TALE OF AN OUTLAW
Sit back and listen as I tell you this tale of an outlaw,
As a child, his future was uncertain as both mother and
Father were killed.
Hungry with no one to turn too he begged for food,
Slept wherever might be shelter, survived as a thief.
As he grew he then met those who lived as he lived,
Without skills of his own, he set out on a stolen horse.
He now was a thief and an outlaw, listen further,
With a gun, he did not own he now robbed from those
Who did not steal.
Finally, he faced one who did not wish to give,
Murder was now his ultimate crime.
Hunted down by a sheriff and a posse, he was then caught,
Because he could not travel a road of good,
He now layed in the dirty street, dead.
Keith Garrett
THE CAPED CRUSADERS
THE CAPED CRUSADERS
Do you remember? If you were a child, an adult would know,
Nineteen sixty six was the beginning of a super heroes show.
I watched as there were villians, Batman and Robin would
Only know,
I collected cards when I was a child, the bat mobile and all
They acuired.
Between a world of reality and make believe, Batman and
the boy wonder were a child's dream,
A call from the commissioner that a criminal was back in town,
The bat signal was found.
The Bat boat, the Bat copter, so amazed was I by the Bat cave,
Down the poles and on their way,
Masks and capes, crazy weapons to help them on their journey
To stop the criminally insane.
Remember their names, so many to say, Joker, Riddler,
Catwoman and Penguin are a memory,
So many villians, can you think of their names, look at their faces,
A child once again.
Batman and Robin, a comical team, Bruce Wayne and Dick
Grayson were reality in a dream,
Let's not forget Alfred, buttler and keeper of secrets in between,
Gotham City and fantasy.
Keith Garrett
AMONGST THE AUTUMN TREES
AMONGST THE AUTUMN TREES
Into the shadows, underneath the shaded trees,
Footsteps on a carpet of leaves falling like rain.
Glance do i at what's above, flashes of sunlight,
Gleaming through living statues of brilliant color.
A gentle breeze whispers past through the branches,
Ornaments let go of the arms that hold them floating
quietly and gently to the ground.
Further into the Autumn day i venture,
All is calm with nature as it invites me to share the day.
Amongst the Autumn trees lies much more than one dares
To dream,
A never ending cycle of life that can't always be seen.
Keith Garrett
IN THE MIRROR
IN THE MIRROR
The morning came, as I got out of bed to the cold surroundings,
Headed to the bathroom as is usual, to an opened medicine cabinet.
I closed it not really wondering why it was opened and brushed
My teeth,
Quiet was the morning as I thought I heard my own voice speaking.
Imagination working, I thought to myself, again but it was calling me,
An eerie, long, whisper, perhaps a bit tired as I rationalized the moment.
Walking away I stopped and turned swearing I saw something in the mirror,
My skin crawled so I moved fast towards the door to get outside.
There was no one to tell because it would be I the crazy one indeed,
Whatever it was did exist, at least in the mind of a man now afraid.
I had to go back in there to see, to find out if it was real, was I crazy,
It wasn’t expected but when I looked in the mirror he as I now call him.
It was there staring at me, eyeing me, a tiny sort of a being.
My heart seemed to stop as he pointed to his face, I was in shock,
I now understood that he was me, in the mirror I now could see.
Keith Garrett
1943 nickel
1943 NICKEL
A nickel I came upon, old is its age,
Dirty and worn, 1943 had a name.
When it was made, which first pocket did hold,
A celebrity of movies or a farmer tired at night.
Could it have been the great Joe Dimaggio,
As time went by possibly a singer or olympian.
A little boy had a nickel in his pocket, grew did he,
A famous writer he became, a 1943 nickel, where could it be?
Beyond seventy years this silver looking coin has traveled,
Today it rests with me, who held onto it in 1943?
Keith Garrett
A DARK ROAD
A DARK ROAD
Surrounded by trees, so old on either side, a dark road,
far and wide,
It is said that this road steals what and whom passes on by
On a certain night.
The sun never shines on this long and winding road that
creates many cries,
Within the trees, beyond the road that rests in darkness,
Sleeps a mystery.
A quiet morning drive across the country seems peaceful,
But something waits,
A dark road exists, as all around it, something wakes and
Waits for total darkness.
Beautiful hills, and mountains have been here for so long but
There's a new resident here,
An evil force, could this be a monster that's never seen, a dark
road where dreams are taken away.
Keith Garrett
A CHANCE TO SEE
A CHANCE TO SEE
A chance to see fore never have i been able to walk
In light,
A chance to watch the sunrise as never before seen but
Dreamed.
A chance to see the trees sway in the wind as the wind
never seen,
A chance to see the mountains that I never thought a reality.
A chance to see the clouds so big in the sky drifting slowly by,
A chance to see the waves in the ocean only heard through
A
chance to walk without a cane, to be free, walk, and see,
A chance to see a smiling face that might smile back at me.
A chance to see all the things that I have always dreamed,
A chance to see what's never been before these eyes,
A chance, a chance, to see what is in front of me.
Keith Garrett
HAPPY FATHER’S DAY, DAD
HAPPY FATHERS' DAY
DAD
I think of you often, memories are great,
Remember when they weren't memories but real?
Wow! Dad, you left and went away so many Fathers' days
ago,
Part of me went with you back when I was a child at only
Seven.
You have been loved forever, If this time on Earth is how
You're measured,
Another Fathers' Day Dad, a most happy one to you, peace
Always.
Love you, Dad
Keith
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