JUST LISTEN!
On the shore, sounds of the ocean are heard,
You can hear crashing of the waves, close your eyes.
In the afternoon, a Summer breeze, it whispers to me,
A windy day, Just listen! to the sounds that come your way.
A cricket on a warm, humid night, silence visits but there is life,
Just listen! you can hear whatever visits your wanting mind.
Keith Garrett
DID YOU HEAR IT LAST NIGHT?
I awoke last night to a booming sound, echoing across the sky,
Cracking like a whip was it as I lay there listening and wondering.
Thunder, louder it became, the sound of sparks high in the sky,
Very unusual as my eyes needed to see what this spectacle could be.
Nothing could I see except the sounds ringing into the dark night,
Did you hear it last night? it came out of the sky, I tell you no lies.
Like heavy footsteps across the clouds, horses galloping with no sight,
What was happening, was it something so real, was it just I who heard,
Did you hear it last night, did it bring you fright, was it from beyond the sky?
Keith Garrett
A PERFECT MOMENT
When darkness falls and the night is quiet,
Fighting is no more, words are of silence.
Sitting on a bench, hand in hand,
A drink for two on my private land.
When the echoes of sirens are no longer close,
The scream of the freeway is not near my home.
When all is everything I want it to be,
A fantasy is made in my own world to see.
A perfect moment can only be what we make it to be,
Things of change piece by piece, a perfect moment can be anything.
Keith Garrett
PLAYGROUND
IN MY MIND
There are times I like to escape from here,
Away from all this mess handed out from life.
Through my dreams’ and Imagination there’s a place to go,
A fantasy created by myself that only I hold.
Come with me on a journey Inside,
To my playground built for me, a place I can hide.
In my mind, I keep out that of which I choose,
Letting In only wishes of my perfect reality.
There’s a land of which I’ve come to find,
It’s a secret place, a playground In my mind.
Keith Garrett
HEY! HEY! THEY WERE THE MONKEES
Hey! hey! they were the Monkees, used to be here but where did they go?
Way back in the sixties they had their own t.v. show.
They were all pretty silly and funny, an odd bunch wouldn’t you say,
People still love to watch them, oh! yes to this very day.
Davey was English, a short sort of a lad,
A voice made for singing, banging the tambourine that he had.
Peter was like Harpo, quiet but funny,
A piece of the puzzle to make them as one.
Mike played his guitar and could really sing,
Somewhat as the leader to all four he would bring.
Mickey was funny, had a voice, and could play the guitar,
Back in the past, maybe a pop star,
Mickey Dolenz, Davey Jones, Mike Nesmith, Peter Tork.
Keith Garrett
AN UNCERTAIN AMERICA
Crime in the streets, it goes on in the day and by dark of night,
Anger and mistrust are now an epidemic of disease running wild.
Shooting guns are everywhere, open your eyes, beware as the enemy is here,
We are hated but laughed at all around this spinning globe, we are weakening, they know.
It is us who are deadlier, more dangerous than those who surround and invade,
Standing together we pretend, we are each one on our own, make no mistake, we are alone.
Our lives matter but only to us, there is no high power who cares if we survive or turn to dust,
Can you see it? every day the horror encircles our American way, we slowly decay, soon to go away.
An uncertain America where the flag moves slowly down, shredding a little each day,
Something wicked is coming soon our way, be well prepared with trust only in yourself.
Keith Garrett
AN ANGRY MAN
Anger, so much mistrust for the world, he’s angry,
That which he can not control bothers him so.
Nothing wrong with letting it out, control is what it’s about,
Angry at that which has passed, let this go, an angry man knows.
Feeling at times the universe has let him down, the fire rages,
Inside he feels the water boil, what to do when there’s no place to run.
He pounds his fists against the stone wall, thoughts of vengeance stir,
Get even is one of many stories made from a man’s angry mind.
An angry man does not see the road clearly, thinking is altered,
Eats him up inside, wasted energy but how is he to do it right.?
He has been wronged, he is an angry man and needs a smart plan,
An angry man he can be, can an angry man soon find his peace.
Keith Garrett
AMERICA IS A WAR
Everywhere, from land to land they are destroying,
Mass destruction, killing so many in foreign places.
They know and speak of us fore we are the center of attention,
Worry more about what’s happening over there, beware.
America is a war, we are fighting in the streets, hate is strong,
Who can we trust, only ourselves with eyes in the back of our heads?
There is more crime going on behind closed doors than in the dark of night,
Fighting for territory, drug wars, gangs in every town, out of control,
We need not worry about being destroyed by others as we will do this ourselves.
Keith Garrett
HE COULD SEE THE WORLD
Blinded as a young boy, darkness filled his world,
Learned did he to put away his self -pity and begin to live.
Accepting his sightless land of nothing to be seen,
Again found something worthwhile he might be,
Helping and teaching those who become like he.
A miracle it was that a shock would give his sight back,
He could see the world, a second chance to again see,
This time not for granted taken, he could see, again free.
Keith Garrett
FROM YESTERDAY UNTIL TODAY
A child once was I, chasing butterflies, reaching for the sky,
Learning to ride a bike with the morning sun, my father close by.
Today is yesterday as I wake to the morning, a bowl of cereal, time for school,
A friend or two, we walk along a sidewalk that would grow old, we are now.
Slowly we were saying goodbye from each and every tire swing, Saturday cartoons,
Building a fort on a sunny afternoon, we were friends from a long time ago.
From yesterday are many thoughts and memories, I think of these today,
Yesterday we were a family which lived together, children and parents.
We were many as today we are scattered in different directions,
I recall being a boy, It seems like yesterday, yes! many yesterdays,
From yesterday until today We have changed with age, never the same.
Keith Garrett
