KEEPER OF THE LIGHT

Up in the air, he spreads his wings,

He stretches to the heavens and sees many things.

This god of the sun, KEEPER OF THE LIGHT,

Soars in the sky on an eternal flight.

So peaceful is he, away up so high,

Forever and ever this spirit will fly.

Keeper of the light, what do you see,?

Beyond the sun, a mystery to me.

Through the wind, you travel round and round,

Watching over this star, from you there’s no sound.

I can only imagine you’re a spectacular sight,

Fly way up high, keeper of the light.

Keith Garrett

HERE IS MY HOUSE

Here is my house built for this world today,

There is a gate so that you can’t get through,

If not invited there will be guns waiting for you.

Two dogs growling, mean as could ever be,

An alarm system that calls on those who will hurt you indeed.

Doors of steel that should let not a criminal soul get in,

Supplies for survival if this land must come to this.

Here is my house, not one of dreams but of safety,

Not the way our country should be, here is my house the way I see.

Keith Garrett

TREASURES OF THE LORD

Into the darkness, I stepped wandering down a road,

Left behind the trust and care for those who hurt my soul.

Alone I’ve stood on a hill so high, at the edge of the mountain,

There was nothing for me to see, blinded by what is humanity.

Is this place I am a creation of my own anger and nonbelieving,

Does darkness fade as the sun appears again for a blind man?

I’ve opened these eyes and learned to see his masterpiece,

The hills that are alive that rest beneath god’s wide open sky.

The wind that sings as it blows through the ever so high trees,

Rain that falls below is a gift to us so that we may watch life grow.

From the sea to all that we need to be is for us because he,

Only he had a thought, the power to imagine that which we see.

Treasures of the lord were placed down upon from heaven,

Only the greed of a man has stolen that which to him belongs not.

Every time I open my eyes, the treasures of the lord are seen,

These are a gift, a reality that even the blind may see.

Keith Garrett

REAL AND MAKE BELIEVE

The sun rises when the night disappears,

The moon has no cheese, the man does not appear.

Love can be very real, pretending to love, a sad ordeal,

Hate is real, thoughts of murder over it, a nightmarish fairytale.

A walk along the beach a reality to be seen, sky will not fall down,

I have seen sadness fore it is not make believe, happy may not be real.

The world is full of beauty and in a state of scary affairs, it’s seen as no fantasy,

Cartoons are not so real just as heaven is real but a fantastic dream not yet seen,

Real and make believe, what a child believes, an adults living reality of dreams or screams.

Keith Garrett

I TAKE YOU ON A GREAT JOURNEY

It started with a dream, I came upon a black dog in the dark,

I could not move as a fool In the rain I was standing in my mind.

A great book was opened In the beginning, It spoke of a stairway to heaven,

I’m lost In sleep where the black mountain side appeared before me.

Visiting me on this night was a black countrywoman with a whole lotta’ love,

She would guide me out on the tiles where the ocean could be seen and dreamed.

In the evening we watched before our eyes, the Battle of Evermore as It was,

Many a man stepped up to the Gallows Pole, this would be their Wanton song.

I take you on a great journey, Thank you as the Immigrant song echoes from the sky,

What Is and what should never be remain a mystery, Life can be a heartbreaker.

While we are asleep could It be we are all taken on a Night flight? Good times, bad times,

You shook me but I did not wake, a search for the Houses of the holy In a dream.

I take you on a great journey, over the hills and far away,

To a magnificent place, where there lies a Stairway to Heaven.

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

THEY HAVE NO HOME

They’re everywhere, in the parks beyond daylight,

Cold and lonely as they hope to eat,

Under the freeways they hide from the world,

Day, by day they live and breathe.

In the alley’s, huddled beneath what shelters them,

Along the storm drains they make their homes.

They are the forgotten souls who are like you and me,

Pretend they are not there, they do not vanish away.

They have no home, sad as it may be,

Just one step away, just one bad circumstance

And there we all will be.

They have no home, everywhere they roam.

Keith Garrett

LOST IN THE WIND

The wind blows, where it goes only it knows,

An echo that sounds whenever it be around.

Listen when it roars, when it sleeps, hear the peace,

Feel the wind as it will move all around, touches what is found.

In the wind, what things do get lost, yesterdays thoughts,

Leaves from the trees, branches, or what tomorrow could bring,

Lost in the wind, material things, a soul that sings, everything.

Keith Garrett

THE FIRE HAS EYES

It crawls across the land with an anger, a vengeance,

It Is she who consumes me, burns my soul.

At times so hot that there’s pain from a distance,

My soul is on fire with that which is a woman.

Such an anger Is possessed by an energy brought to life,

She can be warm and friendly or danger In the night.

Destroy all that’s In Its path, no conscience, no remorse,

The fire has eyes, It follows a chosen trail, It shows what hurts.

the glow of Its light Is an amazing and beautiful sight,

Reaches to the sky, touches all that’s within Its flight.

The fire has eyes, searching for that which gives It life,

She Is noticed from a heart that beats heated from Inside.

Keith Garrett

WHERE THE GOD’S STAND

Looking to the sky I saw light and darkness of a billion nights,

Dark were the clouds, through them billions of years of light.

Somewhere beyond are gathered many lifetimes, souls of the departed,

From my eyes seen, a stormy sky like so many storms in time.

The crack of thunder heard by ancestors that rest in eternal peace.

I watched the sky move, the energy created was felt from inside,

The sky is filled with all that use to be traveling around and in between.

There is music in the sky, neverending tunes of laughter, long lost cries,

The wind swirls and runs forever just as the first day had begun.

The blood of all men and woman are mixed together with all time,

Where the Gods stand in a kingdom of many beliefs, spirits from a thousand lands.

Keith Garret