DRINK FROM THE FOUNTAIN

Fact or fantasy, like the wishing, never ending thought that we can

Climb up and follow that mysterious rainbow to a magical land.

A four leaf clover, that search for the little green grass of hope,

Wish upon a star, will It get you far, blow out the candles,

Did you get that which you closed your eyes for?

Drink from the fountain, first, you must search the world,

Reality or a myth, could this be true, did God place upon this earth

The fountain of life, Is It possible somewhere hidden contains a fountain so true.

How can this be a possibility fore It Is said that all will someday die,

If so true then God put It In a place where no man would ever venture to.

Keith Garrett

DREAMWORLD

In the light, I saw them, a sky of Orange floating,

An army of ape-men dressed in full armor above,

On a hill, they stood, spread out far and wide.

Suddenly, music echoed from the sky, an Eerie sound,

I recognized the tune from an English band listened too.

My sleeping eyes saw them with many faces of fear,

Guns in hand-turned before these eyes into electric guitars,

Watching Apelike men come together as a band in a dream world land.

Keith Garrett

CARTOON LAND

Remember the Flintstones, they lived in Bedrock,

The Jetsons were from the future, they were up high.

Scooby-Doo looked for food, mumbled words, always scared,

Popeye the sailor man sought strength from his Spinach.

Felix the Cat and his magic bag of tricks,

Milton the monster blew smoke from his head.

Johnny Quest out there in space,

They called him space ghost, a boy, a girl, and a monkey.

The fantastic four all had their special power,

Captain America fought for all that was good,

Gigantor the robot, speed racer in his magic car.

The Amazing three and Superman of course,

Magilla Gorilla, Bugs Bunny, or the Roadrunner.

Yosemite Sam with guns in hand, Elmer Fudd after the rabbit,

They come from fantasy, imaginations of dreaming minds.

All live together forever, many more of their kind,

In cartoon land, it’s there where you’ll find.

Keith Garrett

HAVE YOU EVER WANDERED

LONELY THROUGH THE WOODS

Off the road into the shadows of the trees, beneath the branches,

Beneath the falling leaves, and under the sky up above.

Very peaceful and quiet with many sounds hidden to one who walks

Alone into the woods so dark, away from home.

Further traveled into this secret place of creatures unseen,

Wandering without another not as alone as would appear.

Have you ever wandered lonely through the woods,

Have you ever felt that it belonged only to you, have you.?

A walk through the woods dreaming as you do,

Makes whatever you think of possible, just you in your shoes.

Do you run through the leaves or climb up a tree,

Do you think of things that once were or could be.?

Give out a laugh, shed a tear, no one is around here,

Let go of your fears, embrace nature.

Keith Garrett

A BASEBALL DREAM

On a farm, he grew up, the early days of the game,

A bat of his own was made from a tree that stood alone.

He had a name for his bat, a certain magic it contained,

Circumstances would get in the way, a dream put aside.

Disappeared without a trace until he arrived on a day,

His special bat carried in hand, this was to be his last chance.

For only a moment he would stand beneath the lights,

A baseball dream before he faded into the night.

Keith Garrett

CROSSING OVER

I lived yesterday, it was a different year, an ending to many things,

Some don’t stop as they are ongoing beyond those past days.

I went to bed last night falling asleep as the clock ticked away,

When the clock struck twelve I was somewhere in a dream.

Crossing over into tomorrow, another year without me,

Some would say I missed the New year but I couldn’t stay behind.

Is it a different year or merely a changing date on a calendar we made,

Is it possible to be left behind if we don’t accept the changing times.?

Will I be lost in yesterday as I don’t believe in that which the world holds today,

We are here together on this new day, we go forth from here and pray,

Crossing over into a new year, a barrier broken or just a continuing journey.

Keith Garrett

DO MY WORDS TELL YOU A STORY?

Writing my thoughts changes the way in which I speak,

Thinking about what I write, explaining the way I feel.

Emotions have many parts created from a lifetime,

A story I started writing from a time when just a small boy.

I say all kinds of things fore there’s much to say,

Words have become the power that moves me through the day.

If you listen closely there are messages from my lips,

Telling you about myself, letting you know who I am.

Do my words tell you a story or do you not read what is said.?

Keith Garrett

DESIRES OF THE DAMNED

Once without chains, no bars to hold them inside,

Free men with the gift of choice, unwise in their thoughts.

Descent men maybe once, a moment of pure sin,

Damned to await their own fate, a day with eternity.

They committed the ultimate crime in life,

No right was theirs to make a decision of god.

Taken for granted the freedom that was given,

That which they gave away.

Missed now by them is the daily wanting desires that free men might have,

Now they await their judgment day,

As their hourglass empties, they can only wait.

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 its 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 heaven, the happiness, a garden of Eden.

Keith Garrett

DAYDREAMER

Forever lost in thought, imagination running wild,

Always wondering about things that can be, things to see.

Possibilities are endless in a mind that dreams,

Reality is a constant but a daydreamer can escape

And see what he wants to be.

At times a story of fantasy is his dream,

Knows when to open his eyes.

See what’s in front of him,

Never lose sight of that which can really be.

A daydreamer takes a break to catch his breath,

To imagine and understand what is and what is not.

There are faith and hope in his eyes,

Nothing so wrong as to dream, to keep one’s self alive.

Keith Garrett