Not to be seen, noticed among the crowded streets,

Too walk a chosen road, dreaming and not seen.

Just a little time to be left alone, on my own,

Not a sound i’ll make or attention i’ll create.

Invisible moments, there will be no picture or scene,

No description of a man, all around me will be.

At times not to be before these eyes anything,

Not an unwanted sound, nothing all around.

The soul needs moments of peace, a slower pace,

Escape from the fast pace of the human race.

Invisible moments, quiet times under a forgotten tree,

In an empty field of grass, i’m not known to be.

Keith Garrett

you are somewhere, everywhere, and here, they do not know,

You can not be seen, not by me but I know that you are there.

This came upon me one day in a fast way, an accident for me,

A curse or gift we will see, I am afraid of that which can not be seen.

I can hear you, thought I was losing my mind, voices in my head,

You are in between here and there, you speak to me as I do not see.

You are all around, I hear you as your sound echoes throughout,

I can hear you, you do see me, it is you that can not be seen.

Keith Garrett

The morning sky is so beautiful but pollution lingers,

We are free to wander the land with trash at our feet.

The hills and mountains are alive, fire destroys, things die,

Rivers and lakes are there, they disappear without rain.

Giant trees have stood for so long, one by one, they are falling,

There is a struggle between nature and man, not a winner is there.

This is the truth as our world spins and turns, we are all here,

A mysterious gathering of life, the Earth grows smaller everyday.

Keith Garrett

A speck of dust, just a trickle of water,

Soon would blow with the wind and dry into nothing.

Our time is now for we are a whisper wanting to be heard,

A short period for laughter, remembered for what we leave.

For so long has time existed, the world, the universe so large,

We are but a fragment, a particle of all that was created.

A moment in time was this gift we were given from god above,

A moment to see and love all there is to understand from this.

Where we go from here we shall not know, but hold no fear,

Like many fallen leaves from a tree, we are one, we disappear.

Keith Garrett

Spin the wheel, maybe a roll of the dice,

A bad hand at cards, so it’s said, you’ll lose your shirt.

Bet on a game, football, basketball, baseball, it’s all the same,

Your wallet is empty, credit cards are okay.

Horses are great, this time you feel lucky inside,

At the finish line, a house could be on the line.

Deal in drugs, surely a gambler you’ll be,

If it’s not the law, a dead man you might be.

A car thief is a risk, money at your feet,

End up in prison, oh! what a life you lead.

Ask of a loan shark, a favor please,

Put up your life, no friend indeed.

A gambler, a gambler, in each one of us may be,

What risks do you take for all that you need.

Keith Garrett

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

My days were once of a childhood, free from worry,

That which appeared to be so devastating not quite the same.

I saw myself playing in the dirt, carefree times with you,

Beyond the streets from where we lived, an adventure gone.

Where went yesterday, it went far away from where we sit,

A thought of before comes from all that I have been and seen.

It never comes back but from within our minds, a place of our own,

A thought of before, before I was here, before tomorrow comes.

Keith Garrett

Stood did i in the early evening watching the sun disappear,

A nice breeze passed me by as i watched the darkening sky.

How far do i have to see for it to be tomorrow, only can be imagined,

Far ahead of me i see many things to be dreamed, i can see tomorrow.

There are hopes of mine that are thought of as i stand here watching the day go away,

I could see what i want to be but the world has its own plan, i think of its destiny.

I see the people coming together as one, making a place of love and peace, i dream,

Reality speaks in between as i fool myself that this is a possibility, not to be.

I could see countries at peace within themselves as well as with all other races,

I stand here in my yard while another day of my life fades, never shall this be.

I could see tomorrow, bombs of destruction dismantled and destroyed, maybe,?

What a dreamer i must be, the world will be gone before this is something i see,

I could see tomorrow, the way i want it to be, what a dream, a possibility.

Keith Garrett

BEACHES AND OCEANS

To love the beach, walking along the sand so warm,

Looking ahead of me at the pier in the distance.

The feel of the wind as i’m walking along the wet, sandy shore,

The sun shining in the sky, seagulls flying in search for food.

My thoughts are of many things as i dream of lifes pleasures,

At peace i am strolling along listening, always listening.

The waves are a beautiful sight, musical tunes crashing upon the shore,

The horizon seems like forever as i stare in silence at its mystery.

Shadows from clouds darken the ocean but only a touch,

The wonders of life that live beneath the waters are seen from within.

Beaches and oceans have been forever,

There’s a great love for me as they go on together.

Keith Garrett

When I awoke to a morning not yesterday,

Young was I as my first footsteps were learned.

Walked did I into each different day,

The more I traveled, the more I changed.

I learned of words, I saw many things,

The sun I saw rise but now it’s overhead.

The leaves I saw were shaken from the trees,

As the world turned, again the leaves were to be.

Once a young boy played in the snow,

The more he walked, the less the snow would fall.

Sometimes he would see but things could not be seen,

A road traveled so fast, a blind man was he.

He walked very far, a life on his feet,

He’s on his way back, almost home, older than he use to be.

Keith Garrett