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

May i be not always for you to see, if i should go away,

Do you think of me now or would i be remembered then.?

Today is a perfect day as the sun watches my traveled road,

My thoughts are many as the wind makes its journey around me.

What might change if tomorrow i say goodbye and disappear,

Each day will awake and each night will surely sleep, this without me.

Will you miss a poem or a smile meant only for you, a kiss once given,

If i leave here tomorrow will you seek me out, search this land.

Hand in hand would you walk along the oceans shore line,

Would you take me back to where your heart rests alone.?

Would you take hold, a woman such as you and not let me go,

If i leave here tomorrow then behind my heart would rest with you.

Keith Garrett

As I sit here thinking of this life of mine,

A gift given and can be taken from me.

Not only will I one day disappear but in between

Many obstacles to go around or jump over.

This life of mine is such a strange game to play,

Trying to win, losing is part of this road we’re on.

A combination of ups and downs, a mystery ride,

This life of mine is hard to describe as I travel through.

Keith Garrett

A sailor talks of far away lands and the ports where he would like to be,

He relates to all in a salty drawl, his love for the roll of the sea.

Let’s hear him boast of powers so great, let’s hear of his deeds so bold,

Let’s hear him tell of seas of hell, and the treasures he’s bought and sold.

Let’s hear his yarn of the south sea Isles, his romance on balis shores,

Or the girl he had with eyes so sad in the land of the sliding doors.

And let me tell you what you never hear, of the loneliness that tortures his soul,

When the sun’s last light gives into night, he’s a dreamer, not a sailor so bold.

Yes, a sailor dreams when the sun goes down, and the wind lies slack on the sea,

Of the heavenly bliss of a woman’s kiss, and the home where he longs to be.

There a lamp burns low thru the lonely night, there a heart waits patiently,

There tears are shed as a prayer is said for a sailor who dreams at sea.

To live his past let no man wish for there is more than the tales he told,

Though his laugh is long and his heart is strong, inside he wrestles his soul.

Leon Russell Garrett

Our father

Happy father’s day

What ever happened to us as this is where we are,

What has brought us to this place in time, we are dying.

We are all strangers as the one standing next to me means nothing,

Nothing to each other from the beginning of time as war is always made.

When you come right down to it then the reasons are so silly, a childish game,

A game of death just the same, we’ll take that hill, storm the beaches, why.?

There’s a number of men and women that must be sacrificed to win this game,

Everyone’s afraid, why are we all running around with guns, watching the blood run.?

The bodies of lost men are scattered throughout time, in many lands they rest alone,

The scared faces of young men with guns put in their hands, how many wonder why.

We shoot and kill those we do not even know, we change and become animals on the loose,

The soul of mankind is filled with greed and evil, wars never ending, quest for power.

Keith Garrett

Anger, so much mistrust for the world, he’s angry,

That which he can’not control, bothers him so.

Nothing wrong with letting it out, control is what it’s about,

Angry at that which has passed, let this go, an angry man knows.

Feeling at times the universe has let him down, the fire rages,

Inside he feels the water boil, what to do when there’s no place to run.

He pounds his fists against the stone wall, thoughts of vengeance stir,

Get even is one of many stories made from a mans angry mind.

An angry man does not see the road clearly, thinking is altered,

Eats him up inside, wasted energy but how is he to do it right.?

He has been wronged, he is an angry man and needs a smart plan,

An angry man he can be, can an angry man soon find his peace.

Keith Garrett

THERE IS BEAUTY

In the sky the clouds floating by, blue until night,

Rain falls down upon the earth, watch the land grow.

When the wind blows, a coolness in the air, feel the wind,

We have mountains that stand forever beautiful up high.

There is beauty within the forests, life is there and everywhere,

Between and around all that is sad, that which is evil or bad.

There is beauty within many hearts, there is love among hate,

This is true, beauty surrounds me and you, between darkness and light.

Keith Garrett

I say good night to you, my love and then i dream of you,

Until another day arrives and life begins anew.

I say good morning in the dawn and greet you with a smile,

Too thank you for the many ways you make the world worth while.

Your ever soft and soothing words that calm my wildest fears,

Your fond, forgiving nature when i bring you only tears.

The happy songs you sing to me with courage in your heart,

And your endearing letters when we have to be apart.

You are my hope and vision and my faithful, guiding light,

In every bright good morning, love, and every sweet good night.

Leon Russell Garrett

MY FATHER

Stand on top of the mountain, scream out and listen,

Your voice can be heard what seems to be around the world.

There are echoes in the wind from centuries ago,

Across many deserts the winds hold echoes in the dark of night.

How long the oceans have traveled, do you hear the echoes of ships,

Across the waters they traveled, many echoes of the stories told.

Echoes of war, echoes of songs sung throughout time, those that remind,

Echoes that haunt the mind, sounds that last a mans lifetime.

Keith Garrett

A fight for survival, mans quest for power to rule,

Fear and ignorance but money will be the tool.

Inventors of destruction, builders of a force,

The enemy is our brother, traitor to the land.

Which side are we on, who is on our side,

Conflict and hatred, how many must have to die.?

And then there were none, not much left to say,

Put the bombs away, we may have another day.

Keith Garrett