FROM THE BALCONY
I see the trees standing in the sky,
The cars go by as I watch from high.
Walking people going here and there,
Sometimes I wonder if they’re happy or in pain.
Do I really care when from the balcony I stare,
Without a name, to me they are not there.
The wind I feel as I am looking everywhere,
The sky is hazy, a quiet moment is where I am.
From inside I watch through the window,
The balcony is there, quietly I don’t really care what is out there.
Keith Garrett
Woke up to the sound of rain, an aching head to start my day,Tripped over the cat that scratched me as i fell.I went for the shower but the water was turned off,Out in the street they were fixin…
Source: SHOULD HAVE STAYED IN BED
YOU WERE MOM
I can’t quite remember when I first opened my eyes,
From that moment you were always by my side, mother of mine.
You held me when I was hungry, fed me as I drifted back to sleep,
Made me feel secure, washed me and made sure I was always clean.
When I woke from a scary dream it was you who took away my fearful screams,
You were there when I was down, near and always around, you were mom.
You taught me about the things that I should know, about the world as I would grow,
You were a friend, companion, but most of all, you were my mother, you were mom.
Memories I will never forget, I would trade them all for one more day, you went away,
I will see you again in a different kind of land, you were mom, thanks for all that you were.
Keith Garrett
PIER TO PIER
Set out early do I before the light, before the sunrise,
Hear the waves crashing near the shore as I begin my stroll.
Scent of the ocean spray wakens me as I start out across the sand,
Seaweed I see washed upon the shore, my bare feet are planted in the wet earth.
My trek across the ancient sand takes me from pier to pier with the wind in my hair,
Walking between the dry and wet sand, my thoughts are scattered everywhere.
Feeling free with the sun beginning to rise, I can now look out and see the ocean,
As the sun rises more and darkness goes to sleep, the water seems to shimmer and sparkle.
As I step upon the warming sand, walking along from pier to pier, seagulls are gathering,
I am mostly alone in the early morning, faces of few pass me by with a quiet hello.
The wind, sky, ocean, are beautiful today, the sun shines down on me, how can life be not great,
I would remain here in this place forever, all around is nothing but the creators treasure.
Keith Garrett
I awoke in the morning, I fell out of bed,A bad headache but no aspirin for my head.I went for a cup of coffee but only an empty jar,Maybe some toast but the butter was at the store.I went to ge…
Source: A DAY WITHOUT SYMPATHY
FROM OUT OF THE DARKNESS
Hiding, pretending this wasn’t real, dreaming of what might be,
Slipping into a world of fantasy and seclusion, I’m finding my way back.
It was no miracle, a lot of emotional pain and suffering, was it my doing?
Well! I suppose I didn’t allow myself to be strong enough to overcome.
Most of the time my window was my only opening to the outside world,
The curtains closed when there was nothing that I wanted to see.
From out of the darkness to arise did I, stepping outside to live again,
Seeing the sun, looking at the surroundings I was running from.
Keith Garrett
Jesus does not speak to me with words that i’ll understand, But he knows that soon i’ll walk as he did throughout the land. His message has been spoken for all to hear,…
Source: TO UNDERSTAND
FROM OUT OF MY WINDOW
I gazed outside at a bird on a limb,
So many clouds made my light very dim.
The things I see are not so new,
From out of my window, a simple view.
I stand here watching as time goes by,
I listen for the sound, I can hear nature cry.
The wind passes by, through the trees It blows,
Stare out at the night, watch as the moon glows.
As day becomes night and the night turns to day,
Time does not stand still but from out of my window
I see things my own way.
Keith Garrett
Sit down my darling, sit back and relax, just listen, I’m here to tell you a story about the life of a man. Like an outlaw roaming the countryside day to day, Mistakes n…
Source: A CHANGING MAN
FROM MY OWN EYES
There are many things that i can see,
The blue sky above and the light that the sun brings.
I see those whom wander all around,
They have no homes, they don’t make a sound.
I see those whom are only concerned with their own,
They have not a care for others around.
The trees that i see move from the wind passing through,
I see the birds fly fore this they can do.
What is it Isee when I’m looking at you,
Is my future still to come, for us things we may do.
Keith Garrett
