What do i dream, look into my eyes, what do i see,
To you are my eyes beautiful, what do your eyes see.?
My eyes shine in the light, they’re a color of brown,
A face i wear but you do not see, you will not see me.
From these eyes seen are amazing and wonderful things,
In my time there have been tears shown to you, why.?
These eyes take in all that will appear before them,
Do you know me, have you seen me before.
Keith Garrett
He walked down the street full of laughter and fun,
He was poor with no money but no worry’s had he.
She was from a different world, of money and material things,
A young woman with everything but she had nothing.
He was free with dreams that were possibly only dreams,
What he wanted was only to be, what he wanted was she.
She was art, dance, and culture passed on by a family,
What she wanted was to be set free, treasure was not just money.
He appeared as a man whose clothing meant he had no worth,
But what is the worth of a well dressed man with no Integrity.
They were different she and he, drawn together by feelings,
The heart, the eyes, the touch of man to woman and woman to man.
They were different but they were the same, walking hand in hand,
With what’s love and pain.
Keith Garrett
Walking along a path, my ears took in the sound,
The loud rushing of water in the distance.
There she stood staring out into the scenery,
A woman of such beauty all alone.
I didn’t make a sound as the words of her song echoed all around,
A voice so soft but filled with the power of a tune.
Standing by the river in the middle of nowhere,
No horse did she ride, from where did she come.
Dressed she was not for a dangerous hike
But like that of an angel in white,
She did not see me but did she know i was there.
Listen did i as she sang from her heart,
As i turned to walk away, she turned and waived.
Never a word between us, her song i could still hear far away.
Keith Garrett
As children they played, growing up in the same town,
Running in the park, playing games in the dark.
Going to school, swimming in the same back yard pool,
Singing song’s, listening to music they both loved.
Sleepovers, laughing late into the night,
Going to movies, Friday and Saturday nights.
They rode their bikes to many sights,
A coke and a comic book were a delight.
Throwing a football, baseball in the park,
Being kids was what life was about.
Hanging out together in a time of youth,
Those days are gone but never forgotten.
These things i say are true to all that once played,
Through generations and lifetimes,
Here’s to old friends never forgotten.
Keith Garrett
He’ll ride in the morning, through the day travels the road,
High upon the hills a shadow beneath the clouds, he rides.
Into the wind, the rain blowing against his face, he rides,
The snow falls as through the mountain passes he is moving.
A man with no name, throughout the land maybe a glimpse,
He’s known only as the rider, carrying whatever for hire.
This horse he rides with colors of solid black and white spots,
A demon creature, wicked with speed like the wind.
Brown and black hat worn on his head gives a mysterious appearance,
A coat so long for cover and warmth shields him from weather, the rider.
Boots on his feet of dark, broken in pattern, can be noticed in the stirrups,
This man of the land rides, and rides just he and his faithful companion.
Like a ghost so quiet he roams the wild wilderness of life,
He’s known as the rider, into the night he rides.
Keith Garrett
Does god have a plan, what is his plan, could this be his experiment,
from our first breath until our last breath there is life in between.
The mystery of why we are here is perhaps over thought, what is this life,
We walk and dream in this short existence known to us as forever.
The meaning of life appears very simple and not so confusing dear one,
Sit back and listen as i give my heart felt thoughts of where we are and why.
Watch the trees, see them dance against the unseen but softly felt breeze,
Do you believe what has been put before you and me, understand the gift.
Love and laughter, pain and sorrow, must be a feeling for all to know,
All that lives is born to die, from the beginning of time we age and say goodbye.
See the mountain and walk its path, step by step, time will pass into tomorrow,
The sky travels, It is the clouds that guide the way, see all things that are dreamed.
The ocean will be, after on this earth you and i are but a memory, hear the ocean,
Put your feet into the sandy beach, feel the sand, walk along the timeless shore.
Touch another’s heart with the love and care that is possessed by you, reach out,
Let go of the tears of many years with a forgiving smile that lasts a lifetime.
If we see the sunrise, will we see the sunset again the same day,
Are we blind, do we take for granted the beauty of our world.
When it rains do we cry about that which falls down upon us, do we wonder why,
Listen for the sound, take in the drops of life that take us way on down the road.
The meaning of life and the world according to me is from inside all that this man may see,
God has laid these truly wondering things before us, to see, to dream all that can be.
Keith Garrett
My name is not Important but who I am is not a dream,
My physical being holds no measure to my inner creation.
I am but a poor man with riches that lie in the heart,
What I’ve lost I do not seek out, things of new appear to me.
Once Iwas a child, a small and frightened boy left somewhere,
A place, a father, and haunting memory’s of a time since vanished.
There have been blessed upon me friends in a life of many roads,
In these passing years, lessons of pain and triumph are understood.
Children are mine to the count of three, two sons and a daughter,
The pictures that keep them show of an older me, my world.
I am a writer of thoughts, imagination, and living dreams,
The road I travel is in everyday, my eyes paint scenes from story’s.
Music has its own loneliness and beauty to fill my soul and mind,
I learn from it as I write this on going tale of a world full of mystery.
There are many components that make me who I am, a wanting man,
Passion, anger, and humor are part of the spirit in me, more to see.
A thinker and energy surround a body of laughter that some can’t grasp,
Not of violence to those whom know me, mistaken is hurt for anger.
To share my life with another and one to let me in theirs is prayed,
A poem read to, a meal for two, a walk in the park, a fire in the dark.
Brothers and sisters, a mother too far away, life has a secret,
Love that fly’s away fore another love will enter in its own way.
Something beautiful and meaningful is there before my eyes,
My name is Keith, this is my world and welcome to it.
Keith Garrett
You were once a Navy man aboard the Newport News,
Sailing to far off lands that i’ll never know.
A poetry man and many story’s of your travels,
They’re all that i have of you, treasures of few.
From Amesbury Massachusetts to California we flew,
You brought us here for a better future.
So hard did you work, a machinist by trade,
Dollars of few, you sacrificed each day.
I remember a vegetable garden we worked on together,
Radishes, peas, and watermelon so sweet.
I sat on the ground as you showed me how to sand wood,
Upon it your medals from a Korean war.
Your talents were many as you gave them to me,
It was you and i building model airplanes, helicopters, and jets.
They hung from my ceiling, from bed i would dream,
Thank you for the love that you shared with me.
Voyage to the bottom of the sea was a show you did like,
Closing your eyes then drifting off to sleep.
Remembering you dear father, a hero to me,
On Friday nights you brought home treats for your family.
You were a good man, struggles like me,
At the end of an October you would cease to be.
Your pain went away, you left me that night,
My pain then started as you went on your heavenly flight.
Remembering you dear father with a thank you,
I am today because of you.
Keith Garrett
Like the wind i move with force through a chosen path,
At times so quiet, loud without warning.
As a tornado screams with havoc into the dark night,
I am fierce but i am also the quiet calm.
Thunder is booming, the hammer that strikes hard,
I am at times quite loud, sometimes not seen.
Lightning strikes fast and bright in many directions,
I may at times appear scary, i will not cause harm.
Like the falling snow, a blizzard passing through,
There lies in me the avalanche, the soft snowball tossed to you.
The raging river is swift, powerful as it makes its way,
I am strong, i am fast and head strong.
Watch the ocean as it moves to everywhere,
I keep moving in many directions, i am one.
A hurricane has an eye just as i have an eye,
Yelling out with anger, it sweeps across the land.
Like the hurricane i can be a monster or i might leave all alone,
The raging storm has beauty just as a man has his storm.
Keith Garrett
Walking along the beach with every step i take,
Underneath my feet lies a feeling of warmth and softness.
So far it does stretch, quite a distance to the eye,
This thing we call sand, all over the world through time.
It blows in the wind, It washes back into the sea,
It travels the earth, forever you see.
Keith Garrett
