AND THEN THERE WERE NONE
A fight for survival, mans quest for power
To rule,
Fear and ignorance but money will be the tool.
Inventors of destruction, builders of a force,
The enemy is our brother, traitor to the land.
Which side are we on, who is on our side,
Conflict and hatred, how many must have to die.?
And then there were none, not much left to say,
Put the bombs away, we may have another day.
Keith Garrett
AN INSTANCE IN TIME
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 neverending
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
A PLACE TO DREAM
A PLACE TO DREAM
Away from here, far, far away I disappear,
Possibilities await me, they're only there.
Covered hills of grass so green, just you and me,
Beautiful trees, the warm, colorful, sun between.
A place to dream where the wind can be seen,
Where the sky can be touched, a place to dream.
A tune to my ears, that which soothes a soul,
A song in my heart, one that speaks words of you.
Hopes and wishes, fantasies or dreams,
Is there such a place for these, a place to dream.
Keith Garrett
LOST IN THE WILD
LOST IN THE WILD
To step outside the world I've known,
Leave It all behind and those who know me.
Off on a great journey to see It all,
Into the wilderness as If nothing else matters'
Anymore.
To try things never tried before,
Experience life through a new open door.
Perhaps a fear of what lies ahead,
I trek across the land, survive If I can.
See many new things from my eyes,
Into the night I hear nature cry.
Not expecting never to go home again,
Lost In the wild Is where my life ends.
Keith Garrett
WITHIN THE FOG
"WITHIN THE FOG"
Trees standing, trees empty and alone,
Mountains' cold, high above, below.
All around, within the fog life stands' still,
A layer of white, floating, hovering so low.
Within the fog, a world hidden from the light,
Vanishes, disappears' as the suns' warmth overpowers.
Beauty and life lie beneath, within the fog.
Keith Garrett
I’M HEADING DOWN THE ROAD
I'M HEADING DOWN THE ROAD!
I get dressed In the morning and pack my bags,'
Open the window to look outside, the rain Is nomore.
Through the clouds' appears a ray of light, just
A little,
Wind blowing strong enough to close an open door.
A cup of coffee to get me going, breakfast really
Fast,
With my things' In my hands, I head for the car,
Moving along.
Saying goodbye, leaving this place, I'm going away
Today,
Nothing left In this town for a poor lonely man,
I'm walking away.
I'm heading down the road to a place I don't know,
Into the sun,
Along the way, to me many things' of sight, driving
Night by night.
What's been left behind lives now only In a poor
Mans' mind,
I'll be doing fine, I'll be doing fine, I'm heading
Down the road, I'm heading down the line.
I'm heading down the road, I'll be searching for you,
Moving along,
I'm heading down the road, I'm coming for you,
I'm coming.
Keith Garrett
THINKING OF MAN
THINKING OF MAN
Wow!, think about it, everyone has changed just
As the times have changed,
Way back in time when food had to be hunted for daily,
Appreciation for a bite.
Today fast food on every corner that is slowly
Killing all around the world,
When we don't finish our plates then we simply toss
It away, down the drain.
There was a time when a man could drink from a
Lake or stream, refreshing,
Today without an intelligent thought it is perhaps
For a dollar, polluted water.
Way back in the west, many places, in fact, a body
Could rest their weary head
Under a tree, make camp and sleep, hunt, have
Some peace without a stare,
We come to the future where a person is now labeled
Homeless, we stare.
Loitering and vagrancy are the words used, no
Sleeping, hard to survive,
Move along it will be said, to the one who dares
To be free and live in peace.
It's come to where neighbors fighting and the
Sounds of sirens are the way,
Nature is screamed at, a burden to many as they
Make their beautiful sounds in the day.
Trash in the streets but that's okay, another will
Clean it if they come this way,
Thinking of man, this way of the future, we now
Pay a price for water, air, and even dirt.
Keith Garrett
POETRY IN MOTION
"POETRY IN MOTION"
Always walking, consistently moving along
Or active,
Constantly thinking, analyzing things' and
People around.
It's motion that keeps my body and mind
Alive and running,
It can only stop If I stop, I'm a man In
Motion.
Writing about the world and those In my mind,
My wondering mind,
Has given me sight, the ability to visualize
And better understand.
Words' have no meaning without the mind to
Interpret Definition,
Poetry Is song and emotion without
Instrumental sound.
A combination of these now lives In me, words'
I write,
Motion I have, I am poetry In motion.
Keith Garrett
BY THE NAME OF SOLOMON
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
CAN’T TOUCH THE SUN
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