“GRANDPA”

Let me tighten your brains, he would say,

I’ll give you a wallop, this way he would play.

Memories of a man, a dear and wise soul,

Italian all the way, left and went away some time ago.

A player of the cards, a trick or to win the game,

He worked in the shipyard, hard at it everyday.

Born in nineteen eighteen, Louis John Cordischi,

Remember with me, grandpa Louie,

He has a home in heaven, shared with loved ones today.

As I write these words of a man far away,

I see his face and his smile, his voice heard by me.

Keith Garrett

I go outside to the things i’ll see, A life of pain, not simple or free. I walk and wonder of what i’ll be, If i get old as the sea. There was a tim…

Source: REMEMBER ME

A LONER OF A MAN

He saw the sun but when the sun went down,

He wanted nothing more of that which was around.

Heading for the great Colorado Rocky mountains said he,

I will not be back until I see a land of eternity.

A long time ago, this man not many would know,

As for the few, he treated them with kindness, they would not forget.

A loner of a man, no choice to love and care, an inherited family,

Because he did help another kind, they took from him the love in his life.

He wanted to be alone and he learned to care, again only pain and despair,

A mountain man you see, he had a life, until life met eternity.

Keith Garrett

GHOSTS ARE WHERE?

I believe in ghosts, spirits that are here among us,

Do they wander all around us as we live and sleep.?

Sit at the edge of our beds talking to us while we dream,

Are they angry or sad, happy with smiles that last forever.?

Are their mean and evil ones that cause us pain while we sleep,

Maybe the unexplained events in our land are because of them.?

I think we have ghosts among us from many different centuries,

Possibly they visit a world they can never again live in, missing.

Do they trap themselves in a world where they no longer belong,

Afraid to move on to a new world, scared as they are not quite sure.?

Ghosts are where?, forever they wander between what we can not see.

Keith Garrett

A cold, cold day, a February of pain, fire reigned, This small town of New York saddened by spirits that died. In a moment, a second in time there were screams not heard, Joined…

Source: A DAY THAT CRIED

MYSTICAL DREAM

I was dazed and confused, sick again,

It was nobody’s fault but mine, too much custard pie.

During the battle of evermore, down by the seaside eating a tangerine,

I lived in good times, bad times, I had friends whom died.

Traveled did I to the houses of the holy, I was the rover,

Ten years gone by now, how many more times for war.

I visited the black mountain side, there she stood a black country woman,

A mean black dog she had by the name of Kashmir.

She took a walk with me out on the tiles, a night flight,

For your life you had to fight, live by the laws of the land or see the gallows pole.

In the light her eyes were bright, that’s the way she looked,

I said i can’t quit you baby since I’ve been loving you.

I found four sticks down by the ocean, a cross for both of us,

In my time of dying this was a celebration day,

Babe I’m gonna leave you, I see my stairway to heaven.

Keith Garrett

FROM YESTERDAY

Your voice was heard from yesterday,

echoing my friend, memories of a time and play.

Where did you go, lost from my life,

After thirty years, I heard you one night.

We walked the streets side by side, you and I,

Boys of mischief with dreams in our eyes.

From me to you, a best friend listened to again,

Once upon a Summer, barefoot in the wind.

From yesterday I could hear the voice of a friend,

Many miles into life, I hear once again.

We can’t get back those days gone by,

The gift of a chance for a friend and I.

Remember two boys from a long time ago,

They walked the streets, today they still dream.

Keith Garrett

We made camp as the sun went down, darkness now, A fire burns, its glow upon your face projects an image of beauty. There’s a cool breeze blowing across the land, through the trees, Rest do w…

Source: UNDER THE STARS

SIX GUN SAM

Travels the land, on his own he stands,

Gun for hire, if the price is right, he’ll kill any man.

A lonely road for a heartless soul,

You get what you get when sin is your gold.

He passes through most any town,

He’s six-gun Sam, someday a stranger will shoot him down,

Lay him in the ground.

A sad life indeed, he’s got no family,

Not a friend to his name, when he dies, no man will stand at his side.

Who will remember six-gun Sam,

The man who died with a gun in his hand.

Keith Garrett

FROM WHERE I SIT

Ahead in front of me I gaze at a sight,

Of a world of wonders, not always fright.

I see the good that has been upon us blessed,

Maybe taken for granted by all at one time.

Seeing at times like a soul with no eyes,

Listen again with my ears, to hear what’s around.

Opening my mind to now focus on what’s to see,

Much love around me there is to be.

Too understand all that’s been good,

And put away in the distance any bad as I should.

Things that are from where I sit.

Keith Garrett