AWAY FROM IT ALL


  Life as I know it left far behind, stored quietly,


  Kept in my mind somewhere but not forgotten.


  On an island, one of many seen by these eyes,


  Waves crashing on the beach for me to see.


  Sitting here in the sand just thinking about,


  There are sounds heard but only of nature.


  Palm trees are many in this world, across the sea,


  What's needed only brought with me, only needed.


   Away from it all is where I need to be, can you dream, 


   On  an island of wishes and a man's fantasy.

                           Keith Garrett                                                    

                             A DAY THAT CRIED


  A cold, cold day, a February of pain, fire reigned,


  This small town of New York saddened by spirits 
  Who died.

  In a moment, a second in time, there were screams 
  Not heard,

  Joined together to share the end, falling from the sky, 
  They cried.

  Sorrow filled the sky, tears rained from living eyes 
  Of the world,

  These souls headed to destinations of difference
  Are no more,

  A day that cried, as a large group of once was headed 
  For eternity,

 This trip they'll take, a journey as one, forever they 
  Rest in heaven.

                          Keith Garrett

                             THE WRESTLER


  Broken down, a man ageing In appearance and spirit,


  A lonely road Is wandered by this wanting warrior.


   His pain Is out there, It Is of the heart, love lives 
  In the ring,

  The world does not need him, what he needs Is no 
  Longer there.

  Tears run down an old but regretting face, see him as 
  He searches,

   Loneliness Is a prison of unwanting sorrow, his fight 
  Has an end.

  Scars of yesterdays' blood are a reminder to a once 
  Young soul,

  The only thing of value left for a man Is one final 
  Goodbye dance.

  He Is the wrestler, battles within him are now done, 
  Darkness lingers,

  He walks In the sand, he sees the sinking sun, his day 
  Is almost done.

  He struggles to the ropes as he rises one more time 
  Through the pain,

  A tear, a smile, through the air, fade to black, he Is 
  The wrestler.

                               Keith Garrett

                             TO OUR OWN TUNE,

                                WE WILL DANCE


  Different we are from one another,


  The things' we do different make us like 
  No other.

  Some of us move with an unusual step,


  Or others' may talk high pitched or deep voiced.


  A person may think of the same thing unlike a 
  Stranger or friend,

  None are the same, we may wonder why till the end.


  Why we see through our eyes In our own way,


  Makes each one special every day.


  Dance we will to our own tune.


                      Keith Garrett

                 WITH CLOSED EYES


  Many things' are noticed when one can't see,


   Against our face the wind, or a bird chirping 
   In a tree.

   From the air, the sound of a plane soaring by,


   Thunder claps as loud as a sonic boom.


   People laughing with each other, driving past,


   Dogs' barking In a near by yard as they're listened to.


  The sound of music heard through an open window,


  Two people In love saying goodbye at the door.


  There are many, many things, we notice with closed eyes,


  Not only the darkness thats' with us Inside.


  The mind will open at the time our eyes close,


  And see more than can be Imagined In this dark 
  World.

                       Keith Garrett  

                          A MOMENT IN TIME


  A speck of dust, just a trickle of water,


  Soon would blow with the wind and dry
  Into nothing.

  Our time is now for we are a whisper wanting 
  To be heard,

  A short period for laughter, remembered for 
  What we leave.

  For so long has time existed, the world, the
  Universe so large,

  We are but a fragment, a particle of all that was 
  Created.

  A moment in time was this gift we were given 
  From God above,

  A moment to see and love all there is to understand  
  From this.

  Where we go from here we shall not know, but hold 
  No fear,

  Like many fallen leaves from a tree, we are one,
  We disappear.
                                 Keith Garrett

                         A PAINFUL MEMORY


  Our minds remember, a picture or scenes from 
  The past,

  A reel to reel movie that for a lifetime lasts, 
  Beautiful and sad.

  Scars are formed from many types of pain, a 
  Reminder of your days,

  We take a look backwards of the steps we take, 
  Where we played.

  A painful memory is more than one, It may reshape 
  Us into something strong,

  If we can't learn from  a lesson taught, it may be 
  we wander in circles of not.

  A painful memory has found us all, we stand to 
  Experience and remember the fall,

  It is a hurtful thing that follows us through, a painful 
  Memory as we live each day new.
                                Keith Garrett

                              A NEW PARADISE


  I sit back and think of the possibility that we 
  May start again,

  If not here then is there some other place of 
  Peace and happiness.

  In the beginning we hear about a garden, it 
  Disappeared from us,

  A new paradise where we can hear the birds sing 
  Without trouble on the horizon.

  Listen to the wind without the painful, tragic, 
  Sounds of sirens,

  A wonderful island, a new world where we are
  Equal in every way.

  Money holds no meaning in this paradise home 
  Where not a soul walks alone,

  Food so plenty, pains of hunger never again in this 
  New paradise where all are friends.

   Sickness no more, no worries of a cure that were 
   Learned about many years before,

   A place that sounds familiar, written in story books, 
   A fantasy not believed.

   Believe in this as once such a place did exist, a lesson 
   Learned if so happens again.
              Keith Garrett

                        WATCH THE WIND   


  The trees dance and sing, they speak, 


  Swaying back and forth, up above.


  Leaves, and many material things are swept


  Away, through the streets,


  See the windows shake to what moves.


  Grass is like a flowing wave,


  There's a presence that moves.


  The sea crashes against the rocks,


  It's a force that drives its course.


  There lies within the eyes, a picture,


  From all that it does, a form exists,


  Watch the wind, see it travel, watch the wind.

          Keith Garrett

                        VISIONS'


   Waves crashing against the rocks, moving 
  Upon the sand,



  Beyond the horizon the sun going down, the 
  Sky is a scene.



  Water of such a brilliant blue, foamy white leading 
  The way,



   Visions' of colors', visions' of memories come to life.




  Through the eyes are seen lively dreams', what Is made,




  The world Is a wonderful, colorful, memory some day.


                           Keith Garrett