AN INSTANCE IN TIME
Life is but a flash, just as a lightning bolt strikes and is gone,
The earth is a speck compared to this never ending universe.
If each one us were even given a great gift of one hundred years,
Like a particle of sand compared again to the age of our world.
Like the wind blowing past and gone in the blink of an eye,
An instance in time is what we are given to see and realize.
Keith Garrett
AN ANGRY MAN
Anger, so much mistrust for the world, he’s angry,
That which he cannot control, bothers him so.
Nothing wrong with letting it out, control is what it’s about,
Angry at that which has passed, let this go, an angry man knows.
Feeling at times the universe has let him down, the fire rages,
Inside he feels the water boil, what to do when there’s no place to run.
He pounds his fists against the stone wall, thoughts of vengeance stir,
Get even is one of many stories made from a mans angry mind.
An angry man does not see the road clearly, thinking is altered,
Eats him up inside, wasted energy but how is he to do it right.?
He has been wronged, he is an angry man and needs a smart plan,
An angry man he can be, can an angry man soon find his peace.
Keith Garrett
AN ALWAYS CHANGING SKY
A light shade of gray evenly covering that which lives below,
Clouds so heavy and thick with moisture ready to rain down.
In the early evening as the sun fades many shades of color,
After dark, on a clear, starry night you can see forever high.
Big, white fluffy clouds of many shapes sitting still above your head,
With the wind, you’ll see their shapes change and drift slowly away.
Thunder and lightning visit a dark, stormy day, the sun is there,
Hiding beyond the blanket of nature, the sun still shines without sight.
An always changing sky, never the same throughout any given day,
The sky is always there, it is the elements that move through and change it.
Keith Garrett
AMESBURY, MASSACHUSETTS
My thoughts and memories go way back In time to a faraway place,
Not so far In distance anymore as the distance In my mind, Amesbury.
There are times when I can smell the air and still feel the cold, snow,
I remember I was only four and a half, I do recall that far back, East.
My eyes can see those purple grapes on the vines, the hills up above our house,
Playing with my friend Donnie, we had many adventures as kids back then.
I’m not really sure but there appeared to be woods or trees down our street,
I remember riding my batman bike, a cellar out back I do believe, not a dream.
I had a bag of blocks, all different colors and shapes, I was just a small boy,
I can remember the snow storms that put the power out, I can see candles In the house.
A memory of being In my bed staring at my Herman Munster head on the dresser,
Coloring books, cartoons such as Milton the monster show, Christmas Eve snow.
Icicles hanging from rooftops, making snowmen out In the freezing cold,
Sometimes I want to go home, back to where It all began, when I was most happy.
I remember laying on my parents’ bed, staring up at a full moon, when will they be home,
I think of a dad out In the snow, can somebody answer me, where did he go.?
Throwing snowballs Into the street, cold through my gloves, I remember me,
So many memories locked Inside the mind of a long lost child once upon a time.
Amesbury, Massachusetts seems like a dream, A story written from thoughts of a child,
There once was a boy named Keith, he had a life that’s been written In a book put away.
It sits on a shelf but never does It again get read, thoughts that rest forever In a man’s head.
Keith Garrett
AMERICA IS A WAR
Everywhere, from land to land they are destroying,
Mass destruction, killing so many in foreign places.
They know and speak of us fore we are the center of attention,
Worry more about what’s happening over there, beware.
America is a war, we are fighting in the streets, hate is strong,
Who can we trust, only ourselves with eyes in the back of our heads.
There is more crime going on behind closed doors than in the dark of night,
Fighting for territory, drug wars, gangs in every town, out of control,
We need not worry about being destroyed by others as we will do this ourselves.
Keith Garrett
ALONG A COUNTRY ROAD
These things I might find strolling along a country road,
From my mind, I can create a day or reality along my way.
I see the sun rising in the early morning sky, my day begins,
Dream do I of a perfect setting, fields, and hills of beautiful color.
Nothing can go wrong, not in this made up scene that I want to be,
Swim do I in a pond that appears along a country road, quiet and alone.
There is a wind blowing through the trees, across the field I feel,
Haystacks scattered in a country dream, a farm where I wish to be,
Along a country road, all possibilities unfold, from a dream, all that can be seen.
Keith Garrett
ALONE IN THE DARK
Everyone Is gone, I look around, silence Is the sound,
Where did they go, I do not know, I am somehow alone.
A campsite of darkness Is a fun and peaceful place,
A warm fire, friends, and laughter will liven up the night.
What a difference It makes when you’re alone In the dark,
The lonely quiet that accompanies’s a fear that something Is there.
There are two parts, different views on being alone In the dark,
Peace and time by yourself to breathe and think can be great.
Wondering what’s a danger or the silent dark that scares a man,
Fear of the unknown, afraid of being alone, alone In the dark.
Keith Garrett
All that I see
Far In the distance I see hills’ standing still,
Trees of green blowing In the breeze, falling leaves.
Grass of green that I see below me, vision of paradise,
A lake that sits’ beneath the sky, this sky sometimes cries.
I am a dreamer who sees with heart and soul,
All that I see Is not only a dream.
Keith Garrett
AGAINST NATURE
These things that are against nature are a reality,
Certain it is that we are not allowed to be here forever.
Trees may not stay small, age they will, older than man are many,
Mountains are formed, they age and change but may be always.
Against nature that all things will stay the same, this is true,
There are more of these against nature, take a look with me.
Burning things that sicken the lungs and dirty the air,
Bombs dropping from the sky, chemical spills everywhere.
Trash tossed from windows, lining the streets you see,
Environment is being altered, everyone sees, eyes are closed.
Keith Garrett
“ADRIFT”
What is a sea that has no shore,
Where its weary waves can rest?
What is a night that has no stars,
Where the seas and skies caress?
What is a sun that fails to shine?
Just a heaven void of soul.
What is a dream that has no theme?
Just a mind that lacks a goal.
What is a love that can’t be shared,
When love is based on two.?
Lost and alone, lord without throne,
Am i when without you.
Leon Russell Garrett
My father.
