Watched as the sky turned black, a monster in the sky,

The winds appeared with much strength and power, no sight.

Thunder roared from heaven, strikes of lightning lit up the night,

Rain came down lifting the ocean higher, waves crashing agaist the shore.

Hell was here on this particular night to visit, destruction but no defeat,

So many things destroyed by the act of an angry mother nature.

The morning light would soon be here to see what had not disappeared,

Quiet now as the storm was no more, left its mark upon the shore.

There’s a calm now as the voices of seagulls are heard from above,

The rising sun is quiet as its rays shine down on what a storm has done.

The tide is a bit calmer this morning, gods beauty does exist among disaster,

A slight breeze is in the air, the sand is still now, heaven and hell in the mix.

What overcomes is love and blessings of the lord, we will survive another night,

Calm after the storm, another day will be born.

Keith Garrett

UNDER THE PECAN TREE

A place where he wanted to one day be for eternity burried,

Together we had a life, adventures that you wouldn’t believe.

Rangers, Texas rangers in a time of much wilderness land,

Not enough law to stop murderers and thieves, this is my story.

Once we were young, deciding that law and order must be done,

We rode on horses fighting the Indians although they fought for survival.

What was worse them or the white man whom would fight one another,

Kill and steal, hate and destroy to take all that they could without heart.

Together we grew older, friends with an understanding, although we disagreed,

We felt we did what was right, a lifetime of loneliness and sacrifice.

Quite an adventure we had together, we saw the country change,

We both lived a good, long life, a day came when one of us had to say goodbye, it would be I.

My good friend, the only true friend, he would leave with an asking promise,

Take me back, far away, when Spring comes take me to that place in Texas.

I promise you my friend, he traveled two thousand miles to rest his friend

Under the Pecan tree.

Keith Garrett

I was born on a February day, It was early morning in my life,

A baby’s first look at a world that would show to him many things.

Still it was Winter, in the East where snow was falling down to the ground,

The day was young as i also was young, there’s a memory but i don’t remember.

As a small boy there are for me thoughts and memory’s of playing in the snow,

Building a snowman, Icicles hanging from the roof tops, grapes on the vines.

I’ve had the bad and good experiece in my time, just as every living soul does,

Soon the sun would rise and i would open my green eyes to things around me.

It’s high in the sky shining down on my life while its warmth covers me as i grow,

Moving ahead seeing the world change as my life changes, friends come and go.

Life can seem hard and long just as there is much fun and pleasure to come,

My life moves on just as the sun moves further above, over my head.

My eyes have experienced great and wonderful scenes of the land,

There’s much more to be seen if i’m blessed or if so lucky.

This is the afternoon of my life as i keep living until the night.

Keith Garrett

Welcome to my world, a world of make believe and much fantasy,

A place where there is no law just as there is no war or crime.

Everything here holds only beautiful things and magic dreams,

No trash upon this ground, not a dirty or angry word makes a sound.

Drinks are everywhere, anytime without trouble if you might care,

Gamble all night if indeed it is games for money you desire.

For woman or man love is always here, whatever you choose,

Remember that all is possible because in a land where you

Can have anything desired law and crime exist elsewhere.

Are you of hunger, you’re in luck fore on every corner a table

Of your greatest, wanting, desired taste awaits in a feast.

Enter my world of fantasy where pain and suffering cease to be,

There are no rulers of crowns whom wear masks to hide reality.

No souls that hold the key of destruction, here there is peace as all are free,

Enter my world of fantasy but leave your weapons at the door,

In this house we are equally strong, no one stands above the rest.

Keith Garrett

I look to the sky, can you see me through the clouds,

I’m standing here lord, what shall i do to make it today.?

From my eyes their are many tears that flow to no end,

In this body it is my heart that cry’s for your help to ease my sorrow.

Stand by me when my loneliness is much more than i can bare,

Take away this pain and anger that lives in my soul as i move forward.

Take from me these nightmares that visit when i sleep, oh! please,

Let me rest as my body feels so very tired from this plight.

From heaven can you hear me, do you know who i am,

Will you listen as i ask for you guiding hand.?

Keith Garrett

An amazing place, Inside myself, a world away from the material world,

The nucleus where all my thoughts and wonderings wait for me, my brain.

Whatever i want exists there, there is no limit or rules to what can be Imagined,

Anything i wish to be or think is mine, I am in charge, the master is me.

Story’s to be made up and told from these fingers upon blank endless paper,

From my thinking world I travel away to many adventureous lands of fantasy.

Sometimes I feel as though i would like to stay there but i must make the journey back,

Trying to stay away, to visit there for much to long would have its own consequences.

From my thinking world so many great and wonderful words of poetry are dreamed,

Closing my eyes for but a moment in time just to see and feel what’s inside of me.

Mystery from inside, gods spectacular art creating the human mind, reasons why,

From my thinking mind realizing never to take again for granted a gift of thought.

As we grow old it comes to reason that our minds may change, sickness of the brain,

Reality for some might just go away, from my thinking mind i may not return.

From my thinking mind i will treasure the lords mysterious gift so kind.

Keith Garrett

I fell so far into a dark place, a hole of nothing,
To emerge from this hell, faith and courage i would have to keep
A tight hold of as well as my strength and love to find my way.
At times hope appeared too be only an Illusion, my dreams gone,
Everything is what i had but nothing to these eyes seen, pain cries.
Into the light i’ve found my way back, I walk a path not for granted,
From within the dark i stand tall and take notice of the gift of life.
I watch the eyes that watch me, I smile with the smiles around me,
They speak words when to them a morning hello, I am known.
My loss and sorrow is noted inside a man whom knows no quit,
I will not be defeated y the Invisible warrior who stalks me.
At times the road is dark but for you walk it i will without fail,
Fall to the fround, falling down is not in me, I’ve emerged from within the dark.
Keith Garrett

Like the sunlight on a clear window, my Image appears,

Thoughts of yesterday bring a picture of you to my heart.

Wandering back to you is a place in my dreams at night,

Of the past it is a part of you, live do you in a piece of my today.

On lakes and rivers, oceans and wet grounds after a storm,

Reflections of a kind or memories brought to our minds.

Wishing, wondering about what might have been,

Backwards in time to watch what has gone by, time.

Mirrors are looked into and looking back are the faces,

Reflections of another kind, thoughts that we find,

Images of all kinds like being children somewhere back in our minds.

Keith Garrett

Keith Garrett

If this could truly be i wish that what should be seen a reality,

The sun shining high above, warm and simple it should be.

Wind is an unseen gift in many a way, at times it explodes,

A light refreshing rain takes away the thirst from natures pain.

Everything is suppose to be peaceful and lets pretend in a fantasy,

What the world appears to be Is told to children still so Innocent.

Of course nothing is of perfection and everything is not at its worse,

What the world appears to be is not what from these eyes see.

Sadness in poverty all around us, stressful anger, a cry for help,

War ridden lands that from the beginning never seem to end.

Pollution beyond the streets dumped into the oceans that scream,

A fight to rule all that exists when there’s enough for all humans to enjoy.

Weapons of disaster handed without care for the all mighty dollar,

Whom can we believe, put your trust in god not men of lies with no morality.

Money and corruption just as war have been forever, evil in disguise,

I see with my eyes, listen not to the devils lies, hope is inside.

Where was i before my time, what state of consciousness,

Did i dream anything before i was me, what did i see.

Are there memory’s locked away inside from a different lifetime,

Could it be possibly a place i will one day return to again.

What was this existence before i was born, can i remember,

Is this my second life, one that i know of now, physically.

When it’s all said and done here in this present world

It’s a shell of a man i’ll leave behind, spirit and soul journey on.

A place known as heaven, was i ever once before my beginning

Already in such a loving, beautiful state of mind in another time.

Do we never die as energy and all that we are travel forward

And how far back have we really been, from gods beginning

To another state where we live eternal and never end.

Before i was born was i already formed.?

Keith Garrett