DON’T CRY FOR YESTERDAY

We have our yesterday, a life growing up,

As a child, life can be the hardest lesson.

Painful memories, scars that carry into our tomorrow,

The good times with family, brothers, and sisters we know.

In our past, our close by yesterday as adults,

We have grown and changed, hopefully for the good.

So as children or adults, as long as we are alive,

There will be a today, a yesterday, and a tomorrow.

We dream of the future, these thoughts we have today,

Don’t cry for yesterday, remember it, cherish that part of your life

You made through good times or bad,

Lessons that taught us, let us not today forget that which we’ve learned.

We are born, we have life, and ultimately we die,

In between are given an experience to see this world

That we truly don’t understand.

So, don’t cry for yesterday.

Keith Garrett

DOES THE SKY DREAM?

The sky is always night somewhere in our world,

Does it dream as it sleeps there where it rests.?

Awake as it does to the morning sunlight,

In another place, it goes to bed again for the night.

There are friends all around this wide open space

That watch over each other in its universe.

Does the sky dream,? always as it exists,

What would it say if to us it spoke.?

Keith Garrett

DOES IT REALLY HAPPEN?

Are they out there somewhere beyond the earth,

Do they study us as we sleep, what do you think?

What happens behind closed doors, we have an idea,

But what closed doors are worse than another?

Does it really happen? yes, it does, they spy from within,

The dollar exchanges hands in every land, good and bad.

They’re taken and sold, disappear without a trace,

Money to be gained in any type of place.

Does it really happen? don’t close your eyes to the day,

I’m not trying to be of a cynical mind but something is coming our way.

Keith Garrett

DO YOU KNOW ME?

Suddenly in just an instance, you were there,

I do not know you, you are everywhere.

You appeared with a name, it does not say from where you came,

A smile of mystery, a face never before seen.

I have a name, it does not speak of who I am,

A mask is worn, that I might not be hurt.

Many thoughts and fears live within my spirit,

I’ve been everywhere if nowhere.

I hide and run to keep myself from harm,

There are faces I wear, faces of change.

Do you know me at all, more than yesterday,

I speak from the heart, there is no shame.

Keith Garrett

DO WORDS’ MAKE YOU CRY

Feelings’ upon feelings’ from this heart shown without regret,

From my lips’ to your little ears’, words’ spoken so true.

If I say hi Is there from you a smile or a sadness,

Do you shiver when I call and to you, my voice Is heard?

Do you cry when my love for you Is told, even though you know,

When goodbye Is a word whispered to you, sweet and wonderful you.

Do words’ make you cry If they’re about you and I, tell me why tell me why,

Do words’ make you cry, do I, tell me, tell me, do words’ make you cry.

Keith Garrett

DO THE CLOUDS COVER HEAVEN

On a clear night, we can see beyond the stars,

Is heaven up there so far, do we know where we are.?

Do the clouds cover heaven, is this something so true,

When we can’t see the open sky is heaven hidden from me and you.?

Do the clouds cover heaven or is it seen always from our hearts,

Heaven is where, always a clear sky when we make our journey there.

Keith Garrett

DO YOU KNOW THESE PEOPLE?

They are shadows of friends’ long since gone,

They are men and women, friendly or not, they are,

They stand there co- workers’, strangers’ not yet known.

Husbands’ wives, boyfriends’ or girlfriends’ past and present,

A chance there’s a brother, sister missed for some time,

Ghosts’ from memories of a long time ago, friend or foe.

A mother or father, one for awhile missed, the other forever,

Once stood where you could see, now shadows In eternity.

Do you know these people, can you recognize their faces,

From different times and different places.

Keith Garrett

DO MY WORDS TELL YOU A STORY?

Writing my thoughts changes the way in which I speak,

Thinking about what I write, explaining the way I feel.

Emotions have many parts created from a lifetime,

A story I started writing from a time when just a small boy.

I say all kinds of things fore there’s much to say,

Words have become the power that moves me through the day.

If you listen closely there are messages from my lips,

Telling you about myself, letting you know who I am.

Do my words tell you a story or do you not read what is said.?

Keith Garrett

DISORDERS OF THE MIND

To have a physical illness is of the normal as we are hurt in a day,

Might even get a little sympathy for that brain tumor or decaying spine.

When it comes to disorders of the mind then we are on our own,

The medical world doesn’t care as authorization for what’s not there is denied.

My thoughts and questions come to life as which is mental but what becomes both,

Disorders of the mind are a serious matter, they are a disease, not a made up fantasy.

To be denied by society is a horrible injustice but let me tell you a worse thing,

When your family and friends really don’t want to hear and let me say they don’t wish to listen.

Accept this fact and move on, we try to explain and hope they’ll understand and be of support,

I know just as well as all of you that those you keep telling are laughing, rolling their eyes.

Get over it! don’t be such a baby, it’s all in your mind, what the hell is wrong with you,

“Let me tell you what’s wrong” I like many others have a disease that comes along and attacks.

It doesn’t feel good, we suffer each day with this monster that won’t leave us alone, it finds us,

It is strong, our battle is much but we must be stronger or it will take everything from us.

This terrible disorder of the mind has other names, we speak of panic disorder, Agoraphobia,

You can’t just say go away! It angers me to hear this from people, make your ignorance go away.

It is said that it won’t kill you, we fight but it steals from us while we attempt to work and play,

Please recognize and understand that this pain inside our brains does not discriminate and is real.

Keith Garrett

DID YOU SEE TODAY

Did you see this day, the sunrise upon the treetops,

Birds in the sky, working to survive.?

Did you see today, the world of a different face,

Did you happen to notice things of change.?

Walking along, did you hear from streets, a song,

Did you see between the scenes what is reality.?

Did you see the eyes of one who passes you by,

Do you really ever see their faces, what do they hide.?

Did you see today, hunger under the freeways,

Did you look for the lost souls who wander their own way?

If you open your mind did you see a different picture from inside,

Did you see today, from another way?

Keith Garrett