MYTHICAL TALES

Castles of knights so long ago, a far off land, a sword in a stone,

Dragons that fly across the sky, fire they breathe, burns the night.

Wizards dressed in robes of black, stars and moons on their backs,

Spells from a book, potions brewed up special in a pot of fire so black.

Sorcerer’s that cast upon the land an evil presence of giants so bad,

Legends of stories told from times of so old, kings and queens, guillotines.

Mythical tales and magical scenes only dreamed from minds of fairytale stories,

Possibly, Imaginations so real that just maybe once upon a time in another world.

Mythical tales from generation to generation, a place of old England,

Were there things once so real turned to tales and not believed again.

Keith Garrett

IN MY DYING TIMES

Whispering words into the wind, there’s nobody listening,

Alone again finding a place where i might belong in time.

I am a spirit, i am this body and soul seeking my understanding,

Many times i have died but never enough to make it to the other side.

Lost emotionally, my heart taken away but never physically beaten,

Cried have i over the death of many things loved and now gone.

Die do we slowly in many different ways, do we have to cry,

In my dying times I’ve rissen up from the pain of rejection.

The feel of hurt to my flesh and bones is no sorrow for me,

My inner being can only withstand so much more agony.

My emotions written down, taken from within this shell,

This heart heals as i rid myself of these tears, dirty tears.

In my dying times remembered always in my mind,

Learn the secret of your own happiness, learn to live.

Like every season in which death is a constant reality,

All forms of life disappear, they vanish into another time.

In my dying times i live on, in my dying times i have grown.

Keith Garrett

MR, CAN YOU SPARE A DIME?

I am a human being, Dirty are usually my clothes,

Don’t judge me by the way i look, i have something to say.

I was born to this world equal to all other women and men,

The road we’re on isn’t always our road chosen but we move on.

Many days and nights experiencing life have made me who i am,

Choices of my own desire, mistakes of foolishness have put me where i stand.

Did i try not hard enough, perhaps my brain did not have a steady plan,

Inside of me there exists a heart of a human, treat me like i matter if you can.

Mr, can you spare me a dime? I’ll be forever grateful whether you believe it or not,

To you a dime is nothing, wondering do you what this coin can possibly do for me.

A collection from this as the embarrassment may not show helps me greatly, thank you,

Mr, can you spare a dime? If so then my day will be fine, Mr, can you spare a dime.?

MAY I HAVE A DRINK OF WATER?

In search of water, will i have to travel any further,

The Summer is quite hot and i am very thirsty.

For granted we have taken the rain that fills the lakes,

See the lakes as they sink lower, a hole in the ground one day.

The waterfalls so beautiful fall down with cool splashes we see,

Watch as they trickle, drying up, no more will they be but a dream.

Rivers and streams are places of beauty that never cease to be,

Take a look as before your eyes they slowly dry and go forever away.

May i have a drink of water,? will it ever again rain, what happend to the rain,?

If ever again a cloud in the sky, pray that drops of water don’t pass us by.

Keith Garrett

I’M SORRY BUT,

IT WAS TIME FOR ME TO GO.

I’m sorry if I ever offended you, sorry If I brought you tears,

I hope you will forever remember me as we shared the best of years.

I laughed with you just as you all showed me your laughing faces,

We spent our time together, remember those childish places.

Forgive me if I ever made you sad, there were times I made you smile,

You were the best of friends, we’ll get together again in just a little while.

I’m sorry but, it was time for me to go, My show is over, catch me on another road,

I really wish I could have said goodbye, I gave my life to all of you, everything I showed.

I left a piece of me throughout that Yorba Linda land, I was once an innocent child,

A lifetime left some pain and scars, I had so much fun with you, I ran for years so wild.

Please think of me as I will always remember you, I’m close within your graspping hand,

I am not sad with this smiling face, I know what it is you have planned, I am upon the land.

Keith Garrett

MORE THAN A MEMORY

You drift backwards as I move forward in time,

Existed for but a moment in this world of mine.

You were so very real, more than a memory,

Our distance will come together, again we will meet,

A smile on your face, you meant so much to me.

More than a memory, personality, heart, and soul,

You once walked this land, my father from a moment ago.

Keith Garrett

I AM MORE THAN A NAME

We are each and everyone human, being forgotten,

I have a name but I am much more than this I know.

Not so personal is our world anymore, strangers we are,

I am more than a name, a number, or identification.

A person that has no face or personality to the system,

I am here to let you know that I am real and alive.

I am more than a name, feelings come from within,

Tears are not imaginary, love and hope are daily thoughts.

There is more worth to me than those behind their doors know,

I am more than a name, so much more to say.

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 too 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

HE SITS ON HIS THRONE

Making decisions, those at the top with minds so different,

They seek more power, these ones with minds no different.

Sane or not, their thoughts and actions alter our everyday,

Presidents, Kings, rulers of land, what do these tyrants understand.

Dollar signs are the pictures in their minds, money speaks loud,

Behind closed doors, beyond phones that tell secrets to others listening.

He sits on his throne taking care of his own, what does the world have to offer,?

Since so long ago from many distant and near by lands, they rule with dirty hands.

The world is for all to discover, not for any one man to hold with gun in hand,

He sits on his throne, could be stabbed in the back, a position all alone.

Keith Garrett

FORGIVE THE WORLD LORD

You created heaven and earth, the universe, you are magnificent,

Are you wondering what could possibly have happened to this place.?

I always had thoughts myself that you knew what was coming long ago,

Did you have tears of joy when so long ago you finished your six day project.

Such a wonderful gift but from the beginning until this day, struggles along the way,

You created man, a most complex mechanism, you knew that nothing would be easy.

You turned the first man loose, knowing that he would most likely stumble and fall,

Such an experiment to give free will and sit back to see what mankind would do.

Forgive the world lord for the many mistakes made, for thinking that destroyed beauty,

For hatred and much non caring of this world, taking for granted what is really temporary.

Forgive the world lord for not saying to you thank you many more times than we shoud have.

Keith Garrett