He sees the day, on his porch the world is his scenery,

The shows are always different, nothing stays the same.

Everyday he rests his weary soul in his special place,

A lifetime of family and friends but slowly they vanish.

If you pass him by then not a care might you have,

He’s not just an old man, a mothers son, once a young man.

In his rocking chair he can go back in time, yesterday in his mind,

He watches the boy running with his friends, an old man at days end.

He has had quite a life as the value of his being does not fade with the days,

His time here has aged him just as it does every mortal being.

Don’t be fooled while this man with a name sits in his rocking chair,

He has much to say from a mouth, eyes that that have watched many seasons,

In his rocking chair he sits taking in the day, he sees the sun going down.

Keith Garrett

Can you feel my pain, it’s perhaps a look on my face,

Look at my eyes, are they in the right place?

Sometimes a grimmace shows my thoughts to you,

A way my neck moves, what will I do?

There’s a dsrkness to me but the sun fights through,

Things of a lifetime, giving up is not what I do.

The hurt inside may always be there,

I’m okay with that, since when is life fair?

Keith Garrett

We chase, search out and run as fast as we can,

While we sleep the greatest things can happen,

Run do we very fast, jump so very high to touch the sky,

Jump on the roof top, flips in the air, slow motion if you please.

Always for me money floating down a stream, a pile in the street,

Just as it is grabbed by my hand disappears does it as i become awake.

We all have been there when a monster chases us and then we are elsewhere,

Dreams are always so mixed up, at times tiring as we are in places of mystery.

Floating in the air, suddenly in a bubble we drift onward to where nothing makes sense,

Catch a dream, hold on tight and bring it back home with you tonight, any night.

Catch a dream, dream to be all that you hope to be, dream the perfect scene.

Keith Garrett

We begin our time so young and innocent, our travels begins,

So many roads we come across, detours are a constant assignment.

We wander along the sides of roads waiting to see what’s ahead,

Like many a ride there are twists and turns that are coming and a surprise.

Adjust do we and must if we are to make it to the end of the road,

Along our way there will be obstacles we must conquer, overcome,

Twists and turns that will lead us to a place of happiness and peace with strength.

Keith Garrett

A place of dreams, I need your help to build me a house,

This house is to be of strength and hope, power of love.

Built to withstand the forces of nature, it will contain no hate,

Let the anger remain outside this fence, enter with just one face.

Build me a house of togetherness, my place of peace shall begin,

My house will be of reality fore there is no fantasy but in the mind.

Build me a house of safety where I am at ease feeling free,

Beautiful surroundings of natures greenery and life.

A great pool of water where I can get lost inside,

built for myself a wonderful place of music to escape,

Build me a house of happiness for all eternity.

Keith Garrett

Up in the air he spreads his wings,

He stretches to the heavens and sees many things.

This god of the sun, KEEPER OF THE LIGHT,

Soars in the sky on an eternal flight.

So peaceful is he, away up so high,

Forever and ever, this spirit will fly.

Keeper of the light, what do you see,?

Beyond the sun, a mystery to me.

Through the wind you travel, round and round,

Watching over this star, from you there’s no sound.

I can only imagine you’re a spectacular sight,

Fly way up high, Keeper of the light.

Keith Garrett

Yesterday, what we see as hundreds of years ago is gone,

History it is to us, read about in books of long lost times.

The days are always moving along, we do take for granted the morning,

The setting sun is a most spectacular sight, heading into the night.

Here where we stand may still be standing, another will be standing,

100 years from today the world that we know will have much changed.

Just as we wonder what life was like back in a time of cowboys and pioneers,

Tomorrow’s people will also wonder and read about our time and place.

100 years from today we will be a part of history, others will be amazed,

Just as we are amazed and dream of those times when the world appeared too be a dream.

Keith Garrett

Emotions run deep, hidden inside are feelings so strong,

Beneath a layer of human appearance rests another side.

What hurts in the mind also hurts within a souls heart,

Everyone hurts sometimes, maybe the wanting for a friend.

Things that don’t go your way, thoughts of a haunting yesterday,

Everyone hurts in a moment, quietly they suffer not wanting sympathy,

Others scream out in agony, help me! they say, fix this painful day.

Everyone hurts sometimes, life can be beautiful or it can be unkind.

Keith Garrett

My hand is stretched in front of my face, i reach for the sun,

So close but how far away is incredible when really Imagined.

We can touch the rain, it falls far to where we are,

Touch the wind without seeing, it moves like a dance not seen.

We can touch the trees no matter how tall in the sky they be,

The mountains, they can be felt, not always touched in places untouchable.

We can touch the ocean, fire touched will surely burn but touched it can,

These things touched are a creation worth putting a hand upon.

It is that we may strive to touch the sky, too reach for a plane flying by,

Reach high and wish a hand touch that glowing moon in the night.

We can dream, maybe make them come true, we can’t touch the sun,

We can run, grab hold of many things until our day is done.

Keith Garrett

Speak he could not and was referred too as the wild boy,

Treated so inhumane, less than an animal was this boy.

Caged and put on display, his value was limited to the world,

Escaped from his lonely existence, rescued by a kind hearted soul.

There were those whom wanted him put away, locked back in a cage,

No! this outside world did not care or try to understand, so very cruel.

To say more with one’s heart was this boy with a hidden smile,

His eyes showed much love for mankind, could he have this in return.

Not a wild boy as was created by a black soul, a giving, wanting young man,

To say more with one’s heart is quite a gift, he found love in his world.

Keith Garrett