THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD

Heavy It is, It weighs on everyone’s shoulders, the world hurts,

What to do as our world gets smaller and the number of souls grows.

Crowded, the skies are filled with flying machines heading everywhere,

Traffic lights soon will stand upon our oceans, cars may suddenly stop.

Where will all the trash go, it finds Its way Into the streets, nobody sees,

Plow It under, pretend It goes away, Into the drains chemicals make their way.

Competition to rule the world, how many bombs can be made before Insanity sets one free,

Fake smiles from those who share power, privacy Is no more as they are out there watching.

Weight of the world, It is upon all of our shoulders but not one of us is really In control,

We are all at the mercy of the universe but we have been given a piece of it as a gift,

The life Is being drained from it, who or what watches as we tear it apart, we have nowhere to go.

Keith Garrett

LEGENDS OF THE OLD WEST

They came from a time chosen for them,

Became that which they were from many circumstances.

Right or wrong, bad or good, these are the legends of the old west,

The men and women who survived as they did.

From Wyatt Earp to the Dalton gang, these names,

Doc Holliday and Calamity Jane, once walked.

Bat Mastersen, Buffalo Bill Cody, and Wild Bill Hicock,

Men of the old west, a different time and place.

Annie Oakley, or General George Custer, another two,

Frank and Jesse James robbing banks and trains.

Billy the Kid at a young age killed a few,

Pat Garrett the sheriff shot him down.

From the Alamo they fought and died, back in time,

Jim Bowie did fight, Davey Crockett no longer alive.

Sitting bull and Geronimo, Cochise, Indians of stories,

Were a different breed, lived and died as they believed,

Legends of the old west, stories in time.

Keith Garrett

WASHED UP ON THE SHORE

Awake did I lying on the shore, soaked were my clothes,

Under the morning sun, waves crashing on the sand.

I think to myself about the last nights’ storm, I survived,

Unless this is a beautiful island heaven, I am alive!

Dry off in the sun, time to think and plan before this day is done,

I’ll find a spot to rest and sleep, what to eat, catch a fish, fruit possibly.

I need to keep a cool head as I might not be rescued soon, maybe not at all,

How am I blessed in my all alone mess, I’m alive! I could have died.

I can bathe, swim, find some wood, a fire is not an impossible task,

No crime or sin, Not a siren or noise that brings pain to an ear.

Not a threat against me except that of man against nature,

I can call this place hell or home depending on my outlook.

Quiet nights and peaceful days, walks along the shore okay,

Washed up on the shore, God is with me, judged no more.

Keith Garrett

BOTH FEET OFF THE GROUND

If I could lift both feet at the same time, I’d be up in the air,

My arms stretched out, flying, flying to anywhere and everywhere.

Stuck on the ground confined, trapped as if carrying heavy chains,

Sometimes just wanting to take off, fly, fly far away.

Not only gravity keeps us on the ground where we exist,

But the taste for life, for the breath, every breath.

Both feet off the ground to a new adventure in time,

Away, far away from what hurts a man’s heart, yes! this heart.

My heart cries for what has been taken away, away from me,

Both feet on the ground, not so much a good place to be.

Keith Garrett

AN INSTANCE IN TIME

Life is but a flash, just as a lightning bolt strikes and is gone,

The earth is a speck compared to this neverending universe.

If each one us were even given a great gift of one hundred years,

Like a particle of sand compared again to the age of our world.

Like the wind blowing past and gone in the blink of an eye,

An instance in time is what we are given to see and realize.

Keith Garrett

A SMALL HOUSE

Along the banks of a river, is home,

Apple trees and hills of grass live here.

A small house for a family of people,

Food on the table and a fire burning warm.

Sitting on the porch, a fiddle in hand I am,

A pipe to smoke is an evening kind of thing.

Horses are down for the night, children in our sight,

Nineteenth century life is quite a fight.

A small house is all we need to believe,

Hopes and dreams are seen as far as our eyes can see.

Keith Garrett

FACES OF CLOWNS

Disguises are worn, they hide a world of fear,

Hidden with colors of false smiles or frozen frowns.

We laugh and we dance, juggle our thoughts and emotions,

Our world Is a cage, a circus of freaks and entertainment.

We challenge our own mortality, on a high wire we dance,

Shot through a cannon to where we may land, life In hand.

Faces of clowns, dressed In costumes they seem secure,

Acts put on for children, are they not the young that have tears.

We dress in our own costumes, put on a face that we choose,

Is what appears real only a magician’s magic, a trick of sorts.

Whatever expression we wear, whatever makeup we’re made of,

Faces of clowns, we all wear faces of clowns.

Keith Garrett

FROM THEIR HEARTS’

CRY SONGS’

Listen to the sound, close your eyes and feel what It Is that they speak,

Poetry cries out from these two hearts’ of musical Inspiration.

They sing of dreams’, possibilities of love, and sadness around,

Separate thoughts’, voices known well together or apart are these men of Imagination.

With so much emotion, out from his soul come words’ of hope,

Art Garfunkel stands’ a dreamer In a not so perfect world.

This mans’ guitar tells’ tales In magical tunes of rhythm,

Paul Simon Is a thinker of the wonders’ that life holds’ for mankind.

Keith Garrett

” ONCE I DREAMED”

One cold chilly night as I drifted off to sleep, what did I see,

Something happening In front of me, all around as I am still.

Once I dreamed baby, again It was you and me on a cold chilly night,

Dreamed we were together, dreamed everything was alright.

Walking hand In hand as the days’ turned to night, this I dreamed,

A pretty smile your face wears, to see this I have to sleep, dream.

Darling If only dreams’ could come true then It would be you and me,

Once I dreamed again, standing In front of me was you, dare to dream.

Again I dream, a dream that stands’ In front of me.

Keith Garrett

DAILY PLEASURES

Wake to the morning, a cup of tea or coffee,

Feeling the sunshine on a chilly, fall morning.

Something to eat as again hunger visits me,

A shower, a hug from maybe someone you love.

Feeling good as health is a precious gift to enjoy,

A stroll down the street just my headphones and me.

A breath of life from morning through the dark of night,

Taken for granted at times, daily pleasures are so fine.

Keith Garrett