There we are together standing as the sun disappears,

Only a lonely tree keeps us company, we are alive!.

Many colors rest in the open sky as day turns to night,

We stand together yet apart with our own vision of life.

Through different eyes, do we see the same things,?

As only our thoughts create a separate way of seeing them.

We are two souls occupying the same earth, dreaming, wondering,

Watching the world in two directions, seeing a different way, imagine.

Keith Garrett

It was early morning i do recall, many sunrises and sunsets ago,

To bed early that night before tomorrow would surely make a change.

Morning was morning as he opened the door to a new day, heading for work,

Like a dream those days past don’t seem real anymore, faded and foggy.

Last time i saw him i was a boy and he was going off to earn a living for the day,

Never again would he be seen by me or i by him as day by day time would change.

Seasons would go by, turning Into years as one day I would become as he was, a man,

I have existed in this world without him for most of my life, I have outgrown him in age.

I remember his time here with me, It was very short but he had his own life before mine,

His time as a child was also somehow the same as mine in that he played the same way.

He grew and became who he was, a navy man and a machinist who traveled during Korea,

On a ship to many countries he stopped, a journal and much poetry left behind as he touched the sky.

More than thirty four years after his son grew up without him, a very special package sent for Christmas,

Pictures of a father whose face was fading, a journal of his Korean war battle, and poetry, different than me.

Last time I saw him, a little boy standing with his father watching as he left, a final goodbye, touch the sky.

Keith Garrett

My heart beats, each breath taken is a breath to be not taken for granted,

The blood runs through my veins as every moment is a moment i’ll see.

There’s a fragrance of herbs in the garden, life lives around me darling,

The wind is felt upon my face as i watch the sun move across the open sky.

Something lost and something gained as another day slips away,

Never knowing what to expect from another morning born, i’m alive!.

The air we take in isn’t for free, the price we pay to live in gods’ mystery,

Love holds no promises, love comes to stay and love drifts away, i’m alive!.

We are the fortunate ones, if the chance is for us to laugh or cry one more time,

Share a kiss, a hug, take that last walk with a love along the ocean shore, once more,

I’d just like to say i’m alive!, ” yes darling” everyday i’m alive!.

Keith Garrett

I stand here watching as I am not noticed but observe I do,

By an old, leafless tree I watch this scene hidden in the shadows.

A long time ago I see in front of me an old farm house of red,

Old, withered, fences surround the house and land, many trees in the distance stand.

A sky of clouded blue is a part of this picture seen from my eyes,

To the left of me slowly walking is a young man and horse,

Their shadows follow along as they head on down the road.

Covered with leaves is the ground as the look and feel of Fall is around,

A wagon sits unhitched close to where it is that I stand,

A picture from a long time ago, not recognizing where I am.

A picture of a place that once use to be, now just a picture of a memory.

Keith Garrett

Open your eyes! this is said from with inside as i seem at times blind,
There is so much to see but I must confess that what is important sometimes escapes my sight.
A blind man can not physically see but learns to observe more than a man with vision,
A man with no sight asked of me, tell me young man what things with your eyes do you see?
There are at times many things I wish not to see, pain and destruction from the world today,
What I asked was that which you see not a thing about wishes or that which you do want to see.
I see the mountains, the ocean, the sky, and all there is of beauty that god placed down upon the earth,

Yes! at times I am blind to all of these things just as they are taken for granted by most every man.
You are a blind man, so who do you think you are trying to give me a lesson or too teach me?
Young man, are you a follower of those whom are of negative ways? take responsibility for yourself.
I am blind but in my time i have seen so much more than your seeing eyes can ever dream,
You are at times very blind, your eyes are open but it is a mans mind that is truly closed.

Keith Garrett

A clock may stop in the middle of a day,

Time keeps ticking ones life away.

Measured by years the number you are,

How old will you get, will your existence go far.?

Months are a piece of time in your life,

As each passes by, shorter becomes your flight.

Weeks are measured seven days at a time,

Fifty two as twelve months go by.

A day has twenty four hours for you,

The sun comes up and goes down too.

Hour by hour our days will pass,

No slowing them down so our lives will not go fast.

What is a minute but sixty ticks at a time,

Second by second, older we find.

Keith Garrett

Lord, I know you’re there and I have many things to say and ask,

Believe do I In a force, a being with such great understanding and love.

I have never seen your face but you have before been part of my dreams,

I have thought of you many times during my life, what does your face look like.?

Remember the monster I told you about,? well It’s still there and visits often,

I don’t understand why when I asked you to make It go away that It didn’t.

I told you that you could have my legs, the ones I like using to walk everywhere,

The funny thing Is that since that time I do have less of the monster and one of

My leg Is now a bit disabled as you know, Is there a lesson here that you want me to learn.?

It appears that you gave a little as you then took, compromise or be grateful for that

Which we do have, my faith In you still rests with me each day and night while I live.

I don’t care what people say or think but today I will tell you what I know just as you do,

In me lies the good, I do not or wish to hurt another human being with a raised fist.

Animals I choose not to harm just for the sake of hurting, my heart feels when tragedy strikes,

I hate this world of war so It Is that I do down and criticize the ways of this land and others.

There beats In me a heart that does care about the world and people, a man that will help those In need,

There also lives In me much anger for many reasons, anger that shows hate towards the human race.

Judged have I many out there In ways I never want to be judged, something In me that needs a change,

Lies have come from my lips enough times In my life just as I have taken that which Is not mine.

In a lifetime which I am still grateful for as It Is the greatest gift from god, I am at this time less than perfect,

Never In my lifetime will I reach perfection but knowing this Is where I will strive to be my best.

Will I still be welcome In heaven with all that you know and all that I confess on this once again day,

Will the door open for me, will you receive me as one of your children, thank you lord for listening.

Keith Garrett

What a spectacular voyage I am about to embark upon,

My boat Is ready, packed and loaded with all that I desire.

Early morning as the sun fights to break through the drifting fog,

Everything necessary to make this a successful, adventurous, experience.

It’s time to cast off, music turned up as I set sail for places far across the ocean,

I am on my way as the sun Is warming around me, the fog will In time disappear.

I feel free, the blue sky above with but a few clouds that block my view of heaven,

Seagulls flying from here to anywhere, dolphins are noticed dancing across the water.

With the wind upon my face and the open sea neverending just like eternity,

Glide across the water, this Is a whole new world out here so fascinating and real.

There Is no place I can’t be, travel I can to anywhere as the ocean guides me, carries me,

Sailing the ocean, just me and a boat that will never again be seen unless you can dream.

Keith Garrett

Disguises are worn, they hide a world of fear,

Hidden with colors of false smiles or frozen frowns.

We laugh and we dance, juggle our thoughts and emotions,

Our world Is a cage, a circus of freaks and entertainment.

We challenge our own mortality, on a high wire we dance,

Shot through a cannon to where we may land, life In hand.

Faces of clowns, dressed In costumes they seem secure,

Acts put on for children, are they not the young that have tears.

We dress in our own costumes, put on a face that we choose,

Is what appears real only a magicians magic, a trick of sorts.

Whatever expression we wear, whatever makeup we’re made of,

Faces of clowns, we all wear faces of clowns.

Keith Garrett

High up In the hills away from the crowded hostile world,

He lived alone, a quiet man of peace In his cabin of a home.

A fireplace and a pile of wood, always chopping to keep it warm,

He has all that he needs or wants with a roof above his head.

A man wakes to the morning light, begins his day with a cup of coffee,

A companion joins him for breakfast, a four legged friend of loyalty.

When the days are beautiful and filled with the sun they venture out,

Walking among the trees and the beauty seen high above what lives below.

He wanted to be alone In his made of wood home, he and a friend,

In the night as the crickets are the only sound, a chair and a smoking pipe,

In a cabin on a hill lives a man mostly alone, all that Is needed, a smile and a home.

Keith Garrett