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

EVERYONE HAS A STORY

Before our first breath of life, our first day recognized,

A book, blank on the inside, pages not yet written.

The cover plain without scene or color, our story begins,

This is our book until the last page written, everyone has a story.

We begin with that which we first see, pictures created,

We have the choice to write this ourselves or be written about.

Live our lives through our own eyes, walk and dream, page by page,

We will learn and experience many things as we travel our chosen path.

There will be times when a road taken is not the one we might desire,

We will come across every emotion created and attempt to deal with it.

Everyone has a story to write, write it yourself until the last page,

When it’s time to put that pen down, rest your weary head.

Keith Garrett

EVERYTHING COMES WITH A PRICE

Not only do we pay to live In every way but also with what we say,

To eat, have water, we must pay with a coin, a dollar hard earned.

The air we breathe, even dirt has a price on It, once something free,

Today, the time has come when nothing Is free, greed, pay or have nothing.

Love has Its own special price, much work and sacrifice Is most needed,

It too can be lost If not a daily concern, friendship has value, don’t take for granted.

When doing the right thing then there Is also a price to be paid In another way,

Standing up for that which we believe In, too speaking out loud has a big price.

Marching against, protesting, going against the law, right or wrong has Its price,

Everything comes with a price, growing old If ever so lucky comes with a trade,

One day we give our lives to god, the thanks for a life, with our souls we pay.

Keith Garrett

EVERYTHING IS ON ITS WAY

TO SOMEWHERE

We’re all connected from the beginning of time,

No matter where we are or where we are headed.

From the first sign of DNA, we have a link to each other,

It has been discovered that in some way we are all related.

Everything is on its way to somewhere while the earth keeps spinning,

Think about it, a bite of an apple eaten and swallowed, an ongoing voyage.

From a tree planted from seed, it then grows with time as the apple forms,

The flowing river makes its way to the ocean while the ocean carry’s it away.

Everything is in constant movement or aging as it makes its journey to other places,

The wind, the falling leaves continue on even though things disappear they are never gone.

Everything is on its way to somewhere, living or not, to somewhere, constant energy.

EMOTIONS FROM THE WIND

Listen to it on a stormy night, screams with an angry fright,

Does it cry out after as disaster strikes, invisible tears?

Can you hear the laughter from it blowing on a Spring day,

Is in it sadness as always must it go away, does the wind feel.

Emotions from the wind, a thought, and fantasy from within,

We must dream and believe that possibilities are ours to be.

Keith Garrett

EMOTION IN HAND

Pain in the mind is a heartfelt thing,

Many sorrows to a soul it brings.

The hurt of a love lost is an experience not wanted,

Emotional trauma to ones mind like being haunted.

When transformed into a physical agony now a loss of control,

Brings a weakness of sorts to a man who is strong.

To let thoughts of your feelings take you to a place of self destruction,

Is such a sad disappointment to those whom love and count on you.

From the mind to the heart to the hand that breaks,

Emotional and physical pain must not touch.

Keith Garrett

ECHOES

Stand on top of the mountain, scream out and listen,

Your voice can be heard what seems to be around the world.

There are echoes in the wind from centuries ago,

Across many deserts, the winds hold echoes in the dark of night.

How long the oceans have traveled, do you hear the echoes of ships,

Across the waters they traveled, many echoes of the stories told.

Echoes of war, echoes of songs sung throughout time, those that remind,

Echoes that haunt the mind, sounds that last a mans lifetime.

Keith Garrett

ECHOES FROM THE MOUNTAIN

From long ago, generation to generation stories told,

Fables and tales passed on, changing as they grow.

Beyond many Winters and long Summers, songs In the wind,

The lives of families whispered throughout a mountains time.

How long this mountain has stood can never be realized with eyes,

Echoes from the mountain, stories that drift with the passing sky.

The blowing wind, how many times has It passed across the mountain top,

What words speak from the wind, how many has the wind touched or moved.

Echoes from the mountain, voices of those who have forever passed through.

Keith Garrett