CATCH A DREAM

We chase, search out and run as fast as we can,

While we sleep the greatest things can happen,

Run do we very fast, jump so very high to touch the sky,

Jump on the rooftop, flips in the air, slow motion if you please.

Always for me money floating down a stream, a pile in the street,

Just as it is grabbed by my hand disappears does it as I become awake.

We all have been there when a monster chases us and then we are elsewhere,

Dreams are always so mixed up, at times tiring as we are in places of mystery.

Floating in the air, suddenly in a bubble, we drift onward to where nothing makes sense,

Catch a dream, hold on tight and bring it back home with you tonight, any night.

Catch a dream, dream, to be all that you hope to be, dream the perfect scene.

Keith Garrett

CARTOON LAND

Remember the Flintstones, they lived in Bedrock,

The Jetsons were from the future, they were up high.

Scooby-Doo looked for food, mumbled words, always scared,

Popeye the sailor man sought strength from his Spinach.

Felix the cat and his magic bag of tricks,

Milton the monster blew smoke from his head.

Johnny Quest out there in space,

They called him space ghost, a boy, a girl, and a monkey.

The fantastic four all had their special power,

Captain America fought for all that was good,

Gigantor the robot, speed racer in his magic car.

The Amazing three and Superman of course,

Magilla Gorilla, Bugs Bunny, or the Road runner.

Yosemite Sam with guns in hand, Elmer Fudd after the rabbit,

They come from fantasy, imaginations of dreaming minds.

All live together forever, many more of their kind,

In cartoon land, it’s there where you’ll find.

Keith Garrett

CRY BY THE LIGHT OF THE NIGHT!

When there’s nothing left, only those whom are of destruction,

They live, but they are without a soul, a heart, any love connection.

Hunt we do for food, water gathered by the riverside, I cry,

How for personal gain and greed can it all be thrown away?

We run from the day, dodge by the dark of an endless night,

Sleep is rare, with an eye open weapons are to be a trusted friend.

There’s no time being afraid when you’re running for your life,

The thought of what’s right or wrong lives in your weary minds.

Cry by the light of the night! run in the darkness, seek daylight,

The battle may be strong, the war will end, I’ll be with you again.

Keith Garrett

CAN’T TOUCH THE SUN

My hand is stretched in front of my face, I reach for the sun,

So close but how far away is incredible when really Imagined.

We can touch the rain, it falls far to where we are,

Touch the wind without seeing, it moves like a dance not seen.

We can touch the trees no matter how tall in the sky they be,

The mountains, they can be felt, not always touched in places untouchable.

We can touch the ocean, fire touched will surely burn but touched it can,

These things touched are a creation worth putting a hand upon.

It is that we may strive to touch the sky, to reach for a plane flying by,

Reach high and wish a hand touch that glowing moon in the night.

We can dream, maybe make them come true, we can’t touch the sun,

We can run, grab hold of many things until our day is done.

Keith Garrett

CANE IN HAND

We start out young just as the early morning sunrise,

Follow a path do we watching the sun make its way along.

Journey do we through the days just as the light slowly lessens,

Along the way we see many things, the sun passes overall there is.

The sun will one day set, as of now it does slowly move to the West,

Darkness will one day fall just as we will all grow from young to old,

Cane in hand we are found, at sunset, the sun going down.

Keith Garrett

CAN YOU SEE, ME FATHER

My thoughts of you are from over forty years past,

Once a reality and a life that was our everyday scene.

Now memories kept alive from a child to a man,

Father, you remain In my heart, I keep you alive.

I can not see you except In my dreaming, closed eyes,

If not for a picture I have to keep your face In my mind.

Can you see me, father, have you watched as my life marches on,

I pray that some of the things I’ve done have made you proud.

One day I’ll see your wonderful face and speak of those days long gone,

A different life In heaven, I’m much older now, no longer a child.

Can you see me, father, do you see my face, do you know a son’s name.?

Keith Garrett

CAN YOU HEAR ME, LORD

Tears running down my face, this face created by you,

Lie do I when to those I say there’s no pain, I cry.

It is you O’lord who sees me as sitting here I search,

Within myself the answers are not found, am I a good man.?

Help me! rid me of this sorrow eating away at my crying heart,

Listen to me, can you hear me, Lord, can you hear my thoughts.?

Are you near lord, are you with me as I ask of you to love me,?

Comfort this foolish, pain soaked man of a thousand tears.

Let me hear of a song that says love still lives in our world,

Give me something to hold onto as I dream and breathe.

Can you hear me, Lord, will you hear me tonight,

As I drift off to sleep will you sit with me, will you say goodnight.?

Keith Garrett

WHEN YOU’RE ALONE

Do your thoughts enter your mind, too quiet at times,

When there Is no one there, what makes you scared?

When you’re alone and there’s no one on the phone,

Not a message finds you, the sound of your heartbeat stands alone.

Quiet roams a house with every step that you take,

When you’re alone, are you content and safe in your home?

Without another sound, are yours the only other words around?

Darkness is a different night, close your eyes to a lonely fright,

When you’re alone, Is alone much of a home?

Keith Garrett

” LEAVING IT ALL BEHIND”

I stop where I’m standing looking around,

What Is this madness born to us all?

Leaving my work, my home, and the things known to me,

Go away to a place up high, way back In the hills’.

There are no people of judgment to listen too,

The loud sounds’ of tragedy lost In my travel.

There Is no anger or the struggle to survive,

Out here, only nature to hear me cry.

Leaving It all behind,

The life that was once mine.

Keith Garrett

BY THE NAME OF SOLOMON

Late eighteen hundreds in the North somewhere,

A young boy by the name of Solomon had a life.

From Virginia, Mississippi, his family traveled,

An older brother and of course a loving mother.

A father of no more but remembered and loved,

Together they worked a piece of land, all they had.

No longer slaves but yet enslaved in their world,

Solomon had a dream to learn and become something.

He ran away, saw the reality of what a brother had said,

He would have to go back home, for now, work the field,

A boy by the name of Solomon still dreamed, grew to be.

Keith Garrett