I AM MORE THAN A NAME

I AM MORE THAN A NAME

We are each and everyone human, being forgotten,

I have a name but I am much more than this I know.

Not so personal is our world anymore, strangers we are,

I am more than a name, a number, or identification.

A person that has no face or personality to the system,

I am here to let you know that I am real and alive.

I am more than a name, feelings come from within,

Tears are not imaginary, love and hope are daily thoughts.

There is more worth to me than those behind their doors know,

I am more than a name, so much more to say.

Keith Garrett

 

FATHER AND SON

FATHER AND SON

Walked hand in hand, he was the man,

When I looked up I saw my dad.

So impressed when I watched him shave,

I want to be like you, a proud dad of a man.

Watch television with you, a drive in your car,

Father and son, I have traveled far, see you above the stars.

Keith Garrett

Happy father’s day, dad

 

THIS GUITAR

THIS GUITAR

Strum as you will each string on Its’ face,

Words’ In tune with every touch of a hand.

What does It say as you teach It to speak,

Sound and rhythm of emotion, this guitar.

Two become one, body and tool, this guitar,

Learn from It, feel Its’ heartbeat of magic.

This guitar talks’ with the help of a wanting heart,

Listen, listen as It echoes out thoughts’, this guitar.

Keith Garrett

THESE THINGS I DREAM

THESE THINGS’ I DREAM

Within myself, thinking of a place In another reality,

What lies around me may be a different consciousness.

This state of mind as I am not awake, floating, floating,

I see a world like never have I Imagined before, I see.

Visions’ sent to my brain, pictures of stories past or future,

These things’ I dream, a mystery from an eternity.

Keith Garrett

THEY ONLY KNOW MY NAME

THEY ONLY KNOW MY NAME

My face is seen through eyes that do not see,

Opinions or judgment, anger, or jealousy.

They form their own truth, they make themselves believe,

That I am something less than what I know to be.

A first impression, a bad impression,

Who are they who think they sit on a throne?

If they look to the mirror, no perfection to see,

They only know my name, they do not know of me.

A story they tell amongst themselves,

They do not stand and face me.

It is only heard by my ear from breath to breath,

They only know my name, they are known to me.

Keith Garrett

LOST INSIDE

LOST INSIDE

He woke one morning to a day not so different from another,

His wife so beautiful, three daughters smiling to the morning.

A flight on a plane would change forever a man’s world,

How is it possible to survive alone and in silence after this hell?

Pretending this never happened as pictures are placed in front of your eyes,

Reminders that they have died as these frozen scenes keep them alive.

Lost Inside with not a peaceful place to hide, a father alone in an empty home,

Tuning out the world as the world decided not to leave this man alone.

His family has died, he is silently screaming on the inside, no tears to cry,

Lost Inside, a friend and a new smiling face will again change his life.

Keith Garrett

 

WINDOW UPSTAIRS

WINDOW UPSTAIRS

There is a lake that shimmers under the sun,

Shadows beneath tall, swaying trees that breathe.

Birds fly high in the sky, sunrise on a cool, fall morning,

Beyond are hills of green that rest always in all seasons.

There is life that can not be seen as it carries on each day,

The wind visits at different moments, can be seen with what it touches.

There is a window upstairs where I watch all that comes into view,

The scenery changes each day, some things never go away.

Keith Garrett

 

WHAT MY EYES SEE

WHAT MY EYES SEE

My eyes see differently than once a child did see,

Reality of all that’s around, a world of recognized sounds.

What my eyes see are not the coloring books and cartoons,

Not the exploring of our neighborhood and childish ways.

Not the magical world from a young boy’s eyes lost with time,

What my eyes see are a different kind of beauty and some Insanity.

This world has changed along with the changes in me,

What my eyes see are so many things that I never dreamed.

Keith Garrett

IN A WESTERN TOWN

IN A WESTERN TOWN

Walk these streets, sidewalks of wood,

Where men wear boots, hats, and guns.

Women wear dresses of an earlier time,

Some of morals, others workmen for a dime.

A sheriff, a deputy, to keep peace and order,

Jail is for those who can’t follow the law.

A schoolhouse, a church, places of good,

Children learn lessons, a house of God.

A saloon is a place of drink and games,

A piano heard, upstairs, women of the night.

In a western town, there are many things,

A stable for horses, a gunfight to end one’s day,

Once upon a time in a western town.

Keith Garrett

THE FIRE HAS EYES

THE FIRE HAS EYES

It crawls across the land with an anger, a vengeance,

It Is she who consumes me, burns my soul.

At times so hot that there’s pain from a distance,

My soul Is on fire with that which Is a woman.

Such an anger Is possessed by energy brought to life,

She can be warm and friendly or danger In the night.

Destroy all that’s In Its path, no conscience, no remorse,

The fire has eyes, It follows a chosen trail, It shows what hurts.

the glow of Its light Is an amazing and beautiful sight,

Reaches to the sky, touches all that’s within Its flight.

The fire has eyes, searching for that which gives It life,

She Is noticed from a heart that beats heated from Inside.

Keith Garrett