INSIDE THE DOORS

From the middle sixties the doors were made,

Four long haired boys from Venice would show the way they could play.

The voice of this band with a moaning pain to his sound,

Was a genius as he sang the poetry that came from within.

A noise that groans from the instrument that he played,

The groups guitarist, still here today.

Great on the Organ, he played with a wail,

Back from a time when music was wild,

Ray Manzarek in heaven, back together with Jim.

Steady on the drums with a beat that goes on,

Their drummer was he, not yet has he gone.

Roaring out his songs with the magic of their music,

Dance on fire, break on through is what this man would say to you.

He sang his poetry with an unknown rage,

Intense and highly emotional is the impression he made.

A place once visited by this poet some use to know,

Many years from here, the whisky- a- Go-Go.

I won’t be around forever he would say,

Jim left the planet on a warm Summer day.

Jim Morrison, Robby Krieger, Ray Manzarek, John Densmore.

By Keith Garrett

IN THE DARK OF NIGHT

As the moon rises, darkness falls,

A full moon so bright, what’s out there in the night.

They awake, life that wanders after daylight,

In the hills, among the trees, they can see.

The wolf howls, its shadow rests in the moonlight,

Hunger in its thoughts, searches in the dark.

An owl can fly, it sits in a tree,

Keeps watch from up high, everywhere nature is alive.

The coyote marches on, preying on what is not strong,

There’s a battle for survival, this circle of life.

In the dark of night, they work until dawns early light,

That which hunts, the strong will survive, in the dark of night.

Keith Garrett

LISTEN TO THE DRUM BEAT

Thump, thump, hear the sound that makes the world go around,

Feel the pounding of its rhythm, the drum beats hard, the heart beats fast.

Listen to the drum beat that lives inside, listen to music, the drum beat cries,

Boom, boom, echoes through the sky, thunder is the drum, it beats out loud.

Wait for the rumbling as the shaking earth trembles with an awesome fear,

Bang, bang, listen as the sleeping child’s heart comes to life in the dark night.

Bombs and gunfire sing through the war beaten land, thump, thump,

The drum beats slow, the drum beats fast, a mothers terror as her son dies.

The dancing boxer, hard hit as he is dropped to the floor, beat of his heart,

Thump, thump, boom, boom, goes his heart like the drum beat so slow.

Listen to the drum beat, to the sound of wandering feet, like a drum,

A first breath of life, a slower and slower beat of the fading, going away.

Keith Garrett

LIGHTNING

Lightning strikes in many ways,

When bad is done from a humans hands,

Lightning strikes, you get what you give.

Whether it be of evil or meanness, a message from god,

Lightning strikes hard,

A message, will you understand.?

Lightning strikes the hand of the not so kind man,

Destruction and life taken,

A mysterious force touches this land.

Keith Garrett

I’M GLAD TO BE ME

I like to think and dream of things to be,

Walking along the road is what makes me free.

Listening to music and thinking about the songs,

Makes me happy so i get along.

I’m glad to be me, it’s who i was born to be,

Their are many things i do and see.

Before i was me still waiting to be,

Where was this place i came from.?

Sometimes not liking what happens to me,

I am Keith, i’m glad to be me.

Keith Garrett

“JONATHAN”

Jealousy for a young girl would soon turn to grief,

Wishing selfishly that her newborn brother would never be.

Through coincidence and reasons only God knows, a brother dies,

Believing in her heart and mind that her bad thoughts are to blame

She travels far, high upon a mountain where closer to god she might be.

Tired, so very tired as she lays herself down upon the mountain ground,

Before she sleeps a prayer she makes to god for her brothers’ life in place of her own.

When the morning light shines this child awakes covered in warmth and a man with a smile,

Where did he come from as he asks how she slept and a bowl of hot porridge offered to her?

He asks of her journey there, he is a most unusual sort of man who appears to possess much wisdom,

She speaks of her conversation with God as he listens with a look of great understanding.

“What is your name she asks,” I am Jonathan! this is my mountain and you are far from home,

I wanted to be as high as possible so that God would hear me when I said I was sorry.

Listen child!, It’s not your fault, he has made his decision, your brother with him, you with your family,

Was this a miracle that a father found his daughter high on a mountain, was he shown the way,

Where was Jonathan, was he an angel,? she shared time with him, never again was he seen.

Keith Garrett

MORTAL, I AM

To walk on water is an amazing thing I can not do,

Flying across the sky, never will I fly, a thought from my mind.

Through walls of solid never will my physical body walk,

I have not the power to raise my hands and change the world.

To part the sea is a wonder that I’ve not yet seen,

Fire I can not make rain from the sky, no not i.

I have not the ability to hide from pain,

Fear is an emotion that lives in the human being.

I am not god for it is that I may bleed and do,

I breathe the air but no guarantee of a tomorrow.

Mortal I am, for now here I’ll stand and walk this land,

Older I’ll get as surely I will not live forever in this place.

One day I’ll die and pray that my new home will be beyond the sky.

Keith Garrett

LIGHT IN THE WINDOW

Each night as the sun goes down, darkness visits a sleepy town,

A usual stroll through the streets brings peace before dreams.

What’s noticed from a mans’ eyes within the blackness is a window,

A dark building shows off the faint light that glows from behind a shade.

As I pass by every night along my route of walking I wonder about the light,

Who might be there beyond the walls surrounding this one and only window?

Always seems so quiet, could there be laughter or singing on the other side,

Someone quietly reading a book, dreaming of what’s out there in the world,

Beyond their window, do they wonder of things that are a mystery to them?

Is there a possible sadness that wanders around inside, who might hide,

A name must be attached to a soul with a life, only a light in the window is seen.

Keith Garrett

IMPOSSIBLE?

Impossible things, are they to be imagined,?

Too walk on the moon, travel to Mars.

See and touch the oceans’ floor,

Climb a mountain and reach for more.

It can be done, walking from coast to coast,

Break the sound barrier, faster than the speed of sound.

Travel in a balloon, across the world you go,

Fly in the sky, jump from the highest height.

Impossible things, impossible you say,

To rid the world of disease and cancer,

Can this be a possibility one day?

To love one another, hold hands across this world,

Terror put to an end, war only a bad dream.

To all possible things, to the next one who can make it a reality.

Keith Garrett

JONATHAN AND ELIZABETH

Children, growing up together In a town, small with memories,

Boy and girl, friends from such a young age, playing games, walking in the rain.

Walking to school In the morning, laughing together In the Spring and Summer,

Sharing thoughts and at times secrets of Importance that weren’t meant for boy and girl.

They grew to be very close, this boy who would be there to protect a girl so loved,

Jonathan was a kindhearted friend and let it be known that he would do for Elizabeth anything.

She In return cared so much for him that It was said death would be a beautiful thing,

Jonathan and Elizabeth were now teenagers, a love that would change In a special way.

Together often as life changed, soon adulthood would bring them to man and woman,

Happiness was theirs as most knew of their bond, the future was already written.

Life can be altered In an Instance as their hands would be pulled apart,

Jonathan would keep for a while the only secret ever from Elizabeth, his sickness.

With a failing heart, a prom dream come true, a drive afterward, a secret shared for two,

There’s a reason for all things as In a blink from the eye, one would surely die.

A car accident, slowly dying was his beloved Elizabeth, she would show the greatest love,

Her heart she would give to Jonathan just as always she had done, this for his life.

Elizabeth would forever live within Jonathan each day he awoke to the morning light,

Jonathan and Elizabeth, forever together and forever after they would be.

Keith Garrett