A place to call home is where you rest your feet,

Happy is the word, somewhere that gives you peace.

Time to move on when in fact the feeling has gone,

Home is not a magical place except for in the mind.

So where is this place so special that we can call home,

Time to roam, time to move on and find again where I belong.

It never seems to stop, this journey to locate that special spot,

Time for us to move on and find out where we really belong.

Keith Garrett

The world is real, there are things happening everywhere,

It’s okay to acknowledge that horrible things are happening.

Just because one has opinions or speaks about worldly fears,

This is not as some whom are in denial refer too as negativity.

It is alright to have hopes and dreams, at times we wish too escape,

Make sure you don’t go so far as to become lost in never, never land.

We can not always sweep the dirt under the carpet, pretend not always,

We live not as some do in a magic wonderland but in reality so true,

Enjoy the days, but let’s get something straight, the world is not made

Up of candy canes, no fluffy clouds we can rest upon, not a unicorn in sight.

Butterflies fly and the birds do chirp each morning, the sun does shine,

The trees don’t dance always just as chocolates and gumdrops never fall from above.

Separate fantasy from reality, we need to see what’s happening all around,

Don’t hide your head in the sand, we live here in a beautiful but dangerous land,

Don’t shut your eyes, good and bad, happy and sad, you may speak, what is weak.

Keith Garrett

When darkness falls and the night is quiet,

Fighting is no more, words are of silence.

Sitting on a bench, hand in hand,

A drink for two on my private land.

When the echoes of sirens are no longer close,

The scream of the freeway is not near my home.

When all is everything I want it to be,

A fantasy is made in my own world to see.

A perfect moment can only be what we make it to be,

Things of change piece by piece, a perfect moment can be anything.

Keith Garrett

A wise man said, never angry to bed,

Let go of the anger or sorrow that fills your heart.

Think before you act, be wise with your choice,

Put your thoughts together before words come out wrong.

Physical violence is not a last resort,

You’ve traveled too far, now you are lost.

A wise man said you can’t always get what you want,

Things won’t always go your way,

Keep control and pray for another day.

If first you don’t succed try, try again,

When the morning sun rises, another chance you’ll have,

A wise man said but a wise man is one who can keep a clear head.

Keith Garrett

Would the birds be a sound singing in your ear,

The mountains not so much appreciated, would their beauty appear.

Would you see the sky in a different way,

Things would become precious for only a day.

The taste of a peach would rest in your mouth,

No time to fight as the hourglass runs out.

The wind against your face, the oceans spray,

Your feet in the sand, to loved ones, what would you say.?

If you had no tomorrow, if you could do one last thing,

Would you thank the lord for giving you everything.?

Keith Garrett

On the shore, sounds of the ocean are heard,

You can hear crashing of the waves, close your eyes.

In the afternoon, a Summer breeze, it whispers to me,

A windy day, Just listen! to the sounds that come your way.

A cricket on a warm, humid night, silence visits but there is life,

Just listen! you can hear whatever visits your wanting mind.

Keith Garrett

Much to young to vote, they could make a better choice,

Not yet ready to drive although they may be the better one.

Not yet of age to drink but then who really is the right age,

When you’re thirteen they call you a teenager, you’ve only aged.

No one likes thirty, fifty, or sixty five, at least you’re still alive,

Listen to the child as they are disregarded in their playful world.

They have much to say if you don’t shut them up and put them to bed,

Ideas come from their minds as words are spoken from lips not heard.

Until they are scarred and brain washed, full of hate and regret,

Until they are older they are not listened to, a child with a thought.

Listen to the child, pure thoughts of wisdom before they grow up,

Listen to the child, there’s more to lose than you know.

Keith Garrett

Behind windows and doors that wait to be broken,

She holds a fist full of stones, always is she throwing.

As her life goes by they gather with stones of their own,

She preaches to the world behind her mask of many,

She is not seen but a hypocrite with a mouth of words phony.

She lives in a glass house built just for her, pretending always,

A false smile, two faces with a third never seen, few know of how mean,

Sad to say that I do know of her name, hides behind the book with a face.

Keith Garrett

I saw my father fifty two years ago, today I saw,

When I was one he was so real, I don’t remember.

I saw my father today from an old movie made,

Although he is not here, he was very real.

From many days ago I did see him move in motion,

Today after almost forty six years I watched him dance.

From nineteen sixty three, fifty two years ago on a screen,

The last time I saw him real was nineteen sixty nine,

From nineteen sixty three I saw him dance with life happily.

Keith Garrett

We are alive, on the same path, a day all will die,

One day to oblivion we will be, before that let’s see.

A journey to an eternal place but we live from day to day,

Feeling good, happy as we awake to the morning light.

We are born, it’s a wonderful gift as we slowly sicken from that day,

Don’t get me wrong fore life holds many beautiful scenes I agree.

None of us are really sick just a touch of cancer that steals our day,

A touch of Cancer, It seeks us out in different ways, in the world always.

Keith Garrett