ADRIFT AT SEA

No memory have i of how this came to be,

Lost and alone, just me and the sea.

Day after day, across endless water,

Above only the sky and the seagulls that fly.

Get by do i with only little water and food,

Maybe a hope and a prayer that it may get me through.

In the distance perhaps a dolphin or whale,

My imagination is running wild.

Thinking of what’s below me scares me some,

Loneliness is worse fore nobody listens.

A dream am i having or my personal hell,

Until the end of this i’ll not be able to tell.

Up ahead, what is it that i see,

My hope and prayer is answered to me,

No longer will i be, adrift at sea.

Keith Garrett

WHERE THE GOD’S STAND

Looking to the sky I saw light and darkness of a billion nights,

Dark were the clouds, through them billions of years of light.

Somewhere beyond are gathered many lifetimes, souls of the departed,

From my eyes seen, a stormy sky like so many storms in time.

The crack of thunder heard by ancestors that rest in eternal peace.

I watched the sky move, the energy created was felt from inside,

The sky is filled with all that use to be traveling around and in between.

There is music in the sky, neverending tunes of laughter, long lost cries,

The wind swirls and runs forever just as the first day had begun.

The blood of all men and woman are mixed together with all time,

Where the Gods stand in a kingdom of many beliefs, spirits from a thousand lands.

Keith Garret

ACROSS THE DESERT I TRAVEL

My challenge this day, a trek across the always dangerous desert,

Pack my things, just myself and a backpack complete with all I need.

Dressed In jeans, hiking boots, long sleeved shirt, and hat I am ready,

Early morning as the rising sun stares down upon me, time to move.

Such a feeling to seem alone In the world step by step through the quiet

Morning while nature does Its own thing, I am watched as I walk.

Across the desert I travel with a breeze swirling around what surrounds,

The heat of the day has not yet arrived as I continue my quest through the desert land.

So much beautiful and unusual plant life, animals seen from a distance,

The sun Is moving, day Is disappearing with shadows forming upon this land.

I’ll soon make camp with the animals of the night, a fire so bright, warm with light,

When the morning comes then I will continue my journey until I am done,

Across the desert I travel.

Keith Garrett

He’ll ride in the morning, through the day travels the road, High upon the hills a shadow beneath the clouds, he rides. Into the wind, the rain blowing against his face, he rides, …

Source: THE RIDER

A WORLD OF TIME

From the hands of time too the international date line,

We take our time from Greenwich, the hourglass is our sand of time.

Wrist watches, stop watches, twelve months in a year,

Fifty two weeks, three hundred and sixty five days.

Twenty four hours to our day, is it long enough to live and play,?

Minutes disappear, seasons tick away.

We work about eight hours with what we do,

Forty hours a week, we’re never through.

Maybe two days off, forty eight hours to rest,

Only so much time to love and visit with anyone.

Time to feed the kids, time to feed the dog,

Not enough time to stay young, awake and start the clock,

A world of time, always on the mind.

Keith Garrett

A WORLD OF SICKNESS

As the world grows older we see that with it the world grows crowded,

So many people cover the lands stretching far and wide, the world does not grow.

This is a beautiful place that has been given to us all but together we are losing,

Survival may be harder than it was hundreds of years ago as we can’not sleep wherever.

We can’t just wake from sleep and shoot our breakfast, the creek is not always there,

To camp beneath any given tree is now frowned upon as our society changes towards the rich.

Desperation and anger are greater than ever before, this we hear each day from words spoken,

Protests over many issues that do not change, only the mistrust for those high above grow.

Deceived daily are we sometimes by the people we may know but scarier those whom control,

Lies, broken promises, pay-offs from hand to hand between powerful people and government man.

The fight to own but in the end they’ll take from you your home, we are violated as they spy, fear grows,

A world of sickness lives as we struggle to keep our health and sanity, neverending traffic brings hell.

A world of sickness forever grows because the more humans form the bigger the tumor becomes strong.

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A VISIT INTO YESTERDAY

A drive in miles not so far as the journey through time,

This trip i took with a friend, to Yorba Linda on a hot humid day.

Down the road, a boulevard with the same name as a city once lived,

Around the corner, closer a school where ghosts of friends now walk.

The gates were open, emotions filled the soul of a man for another moment a boy,

We walked the grounds where friends no longer speak or laugh, quiet all around.

Down the street and around another corner, Amberdale to Fernglen Drive, back home,

Out from the car we step, hot and humid but here we stand in front of our childhood.

As the years pass it’s a little hard to recall who lived in what house, so many friends,

Staring at my old house as a picture is taken, seen from my eyes is a family inside, no more mine.

Bryan Martin’s house, my old friend, a friend far from there as i stare and freeze a thought, a picture,

A house from nineteen seventy two, i remember you, the things we would do.

I stood there in spots where once my feet walked, the face of a house where a family

Forty years gone, the Darcy’s, a friend standing by my side who also once lived inside.

Up and down many streets where young girls and boys once played and dreamed.

Above it all, over a hill, we traveled closer to a playground, a school where children

Once upon a time sat in classrooms to learn and listen about the world we would see.

A WAND OF MAGIC

In hand, a wand would make me a magic man,

Not even a word and crime would disappear.

I could stop time, rid the world of trash or pollution,

Take away the sick waters of rivers and oceans.

Murder on our land would be stopped with a hand,

The ill would be no more, cancer but a memory.

I could run fast or jump high,

A tear would be one less for all of mankind.

The cruel slaughter of creatures in the world,

With a wave from my hand, this would end.

A wand of magic need not be that of evil,

For love and good, the hand that holds this wand.

A wand of magic is not to be real,

We can wish, hope, and pray, that it all goes away.

Keith Garrett

A WALTZ FOR LOVER’S

She stands there dressed in a gown of whit satin,

On her feet, soft shoes that sparkle in the light, tonight.

Her hair made up like a princess at a ball, she’s beautiful,

Awaiting her handsome escort as he moves out on the floor.

Dressed up in a tailored made suit of black, he stares into her eyes,

Taking her hand as the music echoes into this magical night.

Around and around they bounce and sway, waltz a lovers waltz,

These two become one as their bodies dance a lovers dance.

Romance is in the air for two hearts searching loves mystery,

A waltz for lovers, a night like no other, a love between two.

Keith Garrett

A VIEW WORTH SEEING

Fortunate if you are to see throught the darkness,

For granted do not take the gift of light, always night.

Scenes and visions from the mind are wonderful at times,

To open your eyes and nothing rests in your sight a fright.

A view worth seeing comes to the grateful eyes day or night,

The morning light with the birds beautiful in your sight.

Wherever you go a picture of color awaits, always changing,

Each day a different view, open your eyes to a view worth seeing.

Keith Garrett