Ahead in front of me I gaze at a sight,

Of a world of wonders, not always fright.

I see the good that has been upon us blessed,

Maybe taken for grantedby all at one time.

Seeing at times like a soul with no eyes,

Listen again with my ears, too hear what’s around.

Opening my mind to now focus on what’s to see,

Much love around me there is to be.

Too understand all that’s been good,

And put away in the distance any bad as I should.

Things that are from where I sit.

Keith Garrett

Don’t walk under a ladder or something bad may happen,

Who knows if crossing a black cat’s path will touch your life.

Seven years bad luck if you do break a mirror, possibly,

The ace of spades, do you believe in it as the card of death?

Friday the thirteenth, will you run and hide from a number?

Remember not to step on a crack, what curse will fall upon you?

Could somebody really be labeled a jinx, silly is this I think,

A full moon, does a werewolf roam within the hills till dawn?

Superstitious things, to many there is a fear it brings.

Keith Garrett

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To far have I gone for what is wanted,

Turn and go back, not quite where I’ve started.

Lost in between this place for us,

No stress or burden, not even a fuss.

I’m stuck standing still, where do I go?

I have to keep going, don’t choose to be home all alone.

I need to be back where it is I belong,

Inside with who I am, not a stranger in my home.

To sit here peacefully and know I can be me,

Not worrying about what they want to see,

I can only be the real me.

Keith Garrett

A life of thoughts lay in words beyond this cover,

Places I have seen or dreamed are remembered here.

Imagination, fantastic stories created from this mind,

So many places visited, each day a scene made up or recalled.

Inside my book are worlds not seen but for me dreamed,

There are those special lands where I once stood as a child.

Inside my book there are things revealed about love and pain,

Friends thought of whom are between these pages, not seen.

That who I am rests here behind a cover, on paper saved,

My creation of emotion, fantasy, and dreams shared always.

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

Pain in the mind is a heart felt thing,

Many sorrows to a soul it brings.

The hurt of a love lost is an experience not wanted,

Emotional trauma to ones mind like being haunted.

When transformed into a physical agony now a loss of control,

Brings a weakness of sorts to a man who is strong.

To let thoughts of your feelings take you too a place of self destruction,

Is such a sad disappointment to those whom love and count on you.

From the mind to the heart too the hand that breaks,

Emotional and physical pain must not touch.

Keith Garrett

They could not escape their fiery place,

They perished in a home for orphans long ago.

Three boys and a dog left so alone,

They had forever to roam this empty home.

Not wanting to go away, they hid in this place of decay,

Time did not pass away, these three boys could not go away.

No more of the human race, ghosts trapped with the forgotten days,

They were young when their lives were taken by the deadly fire.

It was time for these three boys to go away, help would send them to a place,

Three boys lost but found, sadness no longer, heaven bound.

Keith Garrett

Every sunrise, a new day to see,

At mornings light, something too believe.

Is believing having faith or just thinking a lie is true,

We all believe in something, it’s what we do.

What I believe is this in life,

No one is perfect, all have things to work on.

I believe that anyone is capable of most anything,

Trust no one unless you think they’re worth trusting.

To believe that people won’t do bad against you

Is a fairy tale disguised as a true story.

Believe this, trust yourself to do the right things,

Keep your eyes open to what evil brings.

What I believe is nothing is for free, there are no free rides,

What I believe matters only to me inside.

Keith Garrett

Appears in the night sky, after days light has gone,

Whistles with a bright light, crackling way up high.

Shooting across the sky, into the late night, colors fly,

Smoke fills the air, a smell of it as it drifts away.

Streaming light, sparkling rockets so bright,

Disappear with time, tonight freedom shines.

There is a fire in the sky, eyes fixed until daylight,

The morning light shines, a celebration of life.

Keith Garrett

Talent and experience shows in their sound,

In the hall of fame is where they are found.

Multiple instruments most of them play,

This comes out of the music into our day.

Such a gift given to ones life,

Too share with the world tunes that they write.

Close your eyes and too the music just listen,

Know now in your mind this thing that’s been missing.

As Steuart gets them going with his electric guitar,

The rest do their own thing, that’s just whom they are.

Whether it be rock, or country, maybe a love song or two,

Music of the Eagles is what’s listened too.

Steuart Smith, Glen Frey, Don Henley, Joe Walsh, Timothy B. Schmit.

Keith Garrett