FLESH AND BLOOD

A friend, a doctor, to them a healer of anything,

For granted they take this human being of care.

He is not god, not a miracle worker they should know,

Flesh and blood, no magical powers does he possess.

He could not save a life fore he is a mortal man,

How could they expect more from him, he didn’t understand,

Flesh and blood, they found out he was merely flesh and blood.

Keith Garrett

FACE OF THUNDER

Appears with many a storm, it is not seen,

Growls, lets out an echoing roar from above.

Not a soft voice as it screeches out with anger,

Picture a face with mouth open wide, fiery eyes.

Traveling around, town to town, a booming sound,

Listen for the rumble, a face of thunder.

Keith Garrett

A BOY NAMED PAUL

I knew a boy by the name of Paul,

He went away late Summer or Fall.

When he was little he played in the snow,

These things I remember from long ago.

I think of the smile he had on his face,

It fades from my memory yet there’s still a trace.

When I think of him it reminds me,

Of just how fragile this life can be.

It makes me feel special for he came to me,

Just a short time before life set him free.

There was a boy by the name of Paul,

He laughed and played but that’s not all.

He had a life of which I speak,

Cut too short, it did not reach its peak.

I’ll think of him as you do,

A soul in heaven, a part of you.

For his mother, Father, and Sister.

Keith Garrett

GLORY OF HEAVEN

Lord, thank you for this life, the gift you have given,

I picture you on your beautiful throne, watching what has been.

There Is much beauty created throughout this mysterious world,

You are God, creator of everything and all that we dream, see me, Lord.

I think of you as I hope for life to continue on as I am not finished yet,

Thankful to have seen this land which you have dreamed In only days.

Such a masterpiece with time limited as the glory of Heaven forever to be,

Landscapes of perfection never ending, hills of green grass blowing in the wind,

Blue skies and nature live for eternity, The glory of Heaven exists not only In our minds.

Keith Garrett

1969

I was a child in 1969, I had not a clue of the world,

I knew of certain things, those of which I lived through.

Riding my bike and a deadly Halloween night, that’s right,

I remember all that I did as a kid, a lifetime ago and a family,

Vietnam was a reality and I was protected by my childish world.

Butch Cassidy and the Sundance kid, Clint Eastwood was the man,

Raindrops keep falling on my head, Simon and Garfunkel were grand.

Scooby Doo and all of the colorful cartoons that I knew, I think of you,

Baseball with the miracle Mets, Bill Russell, and the champion Celtics,

Joe Namath with his Guarantee, the Jets beat the Colts, Charles Manson, and history.

The Innocence of the Brady Bunch, walk on the moon, Led Zeppelin and a tune,

1969 was the year when love and innocence were mixed with my day.

Keith Garrett

FACE IN THE CLOUDS

Fluffy and white in the blue sky up so high, oh! so high,

Close your eyes and with your open mind dream to see.

The clouds move but there’s a face that watches down upon you,

Let your imagination take you up in the air where possibilities live.

There’s a face in the clouds, only for a short time does it exist,

Maybe the face of whatever you wish.

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

EYES IN THE NIGHT

What is it that lives beyond the light of day,

Lurks wanders in the dark, exists in the night.

Search for food, a task that’s taken much for granted,

While we slumber in silence, eyes in the night survive.

Many are they that fly, quietly on the prowl this night,

Over fences, there are the ones that move carefully, slowly.

Crawling along the ground, there’s a fight to see the morning light,

Scraps of food, nourishment for a chance to do it all over again.

So many eyes in the night, traveling along, the hunter or the hunted,

Big over the small, stronger defeats the weak, faster may just escape,

Eyes in the night, for many, could be a scary sight, on this dark night.

Keith Garrett

EXPRESSIONS

There are those with looks of a fear unexplained,

Scared of something, the world does not understand.

Laughing in the park, a man, and woman,

Happy is their faces as seen from the street.

Crying all alone under a tree, tears of life,

Sadness spills out of a heart so broken.

Anger sits in the soul of a human being with hurt,

Upset at the loss of loves rejection.

Many faces of this life worn, expressions learned,

Expressions so true, those of me, those of you.

Keith Garrett

“EVERYTHING”

Around me there are many things, they are something,

Together all become everything, not as one as they are different.

If it becomes that all these things around cannot be found,

I am here alone, for the moment it stands that I am everything.

If I disappear will I become nothing and everything is around me,

Everything has so much to it as it is much more than we may even know.

For some everything is before them in their own backyard,

Within their home, everything is not only what they own,

Everything is a love, maybe only that which is important right in front,

Everything just might be all that we see.

Keith Garrett