CAN YOU HEAR ME LORD

Tears running down my face, this face created by you,

Lie do I when to those i say there’s no pain, I cry.

It is you O’lord who sees me as sitting here I search,

Within myself the answers are not found, am I a good man.?

Help me! rid me of this sorrow eating away at my crying heart,

Listen to me, can you hear me, lord, can you hear my thoughts.?

Are you near lord, are you with me as I ask of you to love me,?

Comfort this foolish, pain -soaked man of a thousand tears.

Let me hear of a song that says love still lives in our world,

Give me something to hold onto as I dream and breathe.

Can you hear me, lord, will you hear me tonight,

As I drift off to sleep will you sit with me, will you say good night.?

Keith Garrett

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

A HORSE CALLED STORM

Jet black, tall and strong, he stands in the morning light,

Out in the grassland roams this free spirit.

Never ridden, not a man calls him theirs,

Answers to not a soul this horse left alone.

His name is storm, dark as the night,

Moves like lightning, He sounds like thunder.

Fierce and at times mean is this beast,

Untamed by man, natural and free.

He is friends with each day, land where he runs,

A horse called storm standing in the sun.

Keith Garrett

” BROKEN”

There is another way to see our world and lives,

More to strive for, to make better as we grow.

If we would see from the start there can be improvement,

Imagine, set it in your mind that all things are not perfect,

Material, physical, all pieces of life are in fact, ” broken”

We build and put back together, fix with our hands and minds,

We improve by learning, listening, from less we can have more.

Is “broken” the way we should see all around us too improve,

The time is now to rebuild, put those pieces together, keep mending.

Keith Garrett

BROKEN HEARTS

When I looked into their faces I saw hopelessness, lost,

Contact from their eyes was little, I saw shame, it’s ours.

We made and brought sandwiches and hot coffee to the hungry,

He was sitting there at a table in the park where many others gather.

Bundled in the clothing worn mostly every day they are people, human beings,

They each have a story to be told, listened too as they all have no home.

Called worthless, society as a whole turns their backs on them, are they not worthwhile,

I could feel the broken hearts from where I stood, a young one my girlfriend asked “are you hungry”,?

Yes! he replied Immediately, eating a sandwich in seconds, other words, “I haven’t had coffee in awhile.

These things taken for granted by most, I feel some shame as I worry about myself and my pain,

I didn’t put them there, this i know, i have the power to make a piece of Christmas for them better,

A handshake and a Merry Christmas back to us they replied, broken hearts, piece by piece mended.

Keith Garrett

BROKEN GLASS

Without any shoes, I carefully walk,

Each step I take a chance to be cut.

All around me, I can’t see every piece,

One is sure to find me if cautious I’m not.

Where are my shoes, why aren’t they on,?

A lot safer I’d be, less chance to be hurt.

There’s broken glass everywhere,

Watch the way you step and you’ll not be wounded.

Keith Garrett

BREATHE FOR ME

Step outside Into the morning light, Breathe deep, breathe In life,

Precious Is the day, who doesn’t give thanks for many a breath always.

Breathe for me as your life force Is seen with each day, with eyes of green,

Breathe for me so that you don’t go away, for you, I ‘ll breathe more each day.

God gives the breath of life but for granted It Is that all the world takes,

Air Is special, the cleaner It remains the happier and longer we might be.

Breathe for me, Breathe In all the life there Is to be.

Keith Garrett

BREAKING THE LAW

In so many ways it occurs, serious or a little less,

From a child who takes a piece of candy at a store.

You broke the law, but not in a bad way one might say,

Whether or not it’s a bad law, your morals are the same.

Breaking the law is what it is, you can not rationalize,

A piece of candy, all the way up the ladder a thief is seen.

Did I say seen? breaking the law is done in many different ways,

Petty theft, robbing a bank, those who run our world, higher stakes.

Criminal activity runs crazy throughout this state, not shocked are you,

Behind closed doors while we sleep, in broad daylight we don’t always see.

The bigger question remains, who gets to break the law, what laws are ignored,?

For those with money, breaking the law can be quite a game, the law should be for all.

Keith Garrett

BOYS FROM LIVERPOOL

From out of England these four were born,

Back some years ago is what we know.

In Liverpool, they started on their road to fame,

They were called the Beatles, remember their name.

To sing of love to sing of pain,

Talented were they, from their hearts they would play.

Known as the fab four, innocent were their smiles,

These young men of British descent would be with us for awhile.

By the name of Paul, on the guitar, he could play,

With the voice of words, his thoughts he would say.

John he was called, to the world he was known,

With his written words and guitar, he would go far.

Quiet was George, with a smile so bright,

Oh! could he sing and pick the guitar strings.

On his drums, he would hammer and bang as he felt,

Named Ringo like no other but all four were like brothers.

Paul McCartney, Ringo Starr, George Harrison, John Lennon.

Keith Garrett

BOTH FEET OFF THE GROUND

If I could lift both feet at the same time, I’d be up in the air,

My arms stretched out, flying, flying to anywhere and everywhere.

Stuck on the ground confined, trapped as if carrying heavy chains,

Sometimes just wanting to take off, fly, fly far away.

Not only gravity keeps us on the ground where we exist,

But the taste for life, for the breath, every breath.

Both feet off the ground to a new adventure in time,

Away, far away from what hurts a man’s heart, yes! this heart.

My heart cries for what has been taken away, away from me,

Both feet on the ground, not so much a good place to be.

Keith Garrett