A FACE THAT LIES


  The devil's eyes have a face that lies,


  It smiles at you with promises so fal


  Giving you gifts of sinful things,


  Changing your appearance, a picture of 
  greed and evil.

  It taunts you into believing that bad is good,


  Material belongings are most precious, love 
  Not kind.

  Stand and be recognized, a face that lies,


  Don't stare in the eyes, of what does not cry.


  Accept not a wish, not a gift from a demon spirit,


  Give not of yourself, in an instance he'll own 
  Your soul.

  A face that lies, has many by his side,


  They walk as you walk, do not be fooled, this is 
  No heavenly stroll to the sky.

                                      Keith Garrett

                     A FACE WITH TWO SIDES


  There's a part of you that hides, not known to me,



  This shadow that makes your Identity whole.



  It lets' me know, only that part of you, that opens' up,



  Missing Is a piece of emotion that shows' a picture.



   Missing Is a full and beautiful look from within,



  A smile sometimes cries but tries to hide what's real.



  Tell me who you are, tell me where you can be found,



   Let me love all of you, show me both sides.


                                Keith Garrett

      MYSTICAL DREAMS OF SHORES UNSEEN
   Keith Garrett
  About a land so far across the sea, stories of 
  Knights from days lost,
  Castles of stone, standing through centuries 
  Of tales told, those whom know.
  Kings and Queens, ever since this Island was 
  Discovered, back in a dream,
  Magical wizards are fables of men, said to 
  Them as a child long ago.
  Those dressed In armor, a King by the name of 
  Arthur and a sword,
  A legendary table of round, sat Knights so long 
  Ago, On shores unseen.
  Princes and princesses, dancing at parties of royalty, 
  In a far off land,
  Common men and women lived together, and 
  Begged for food, a hand,
  Woods of old England, warriors and Knights with 
  Bows and swords.
   Mystical dreams of times, of shores unseen, a book 
  Of tales,
  Along the River, lakes of swans gliding across the 
  Mirrored glass.
  Over the hills, where the whispering winds watch 
  the glass dance,
  In the English night sky, through the known expected 
  Fog of the land,
   A rising moon, shines Its glowing light upon the trees, 
  Upon these 
  With voices of sound,
  Sir lancelot dressed for battle, riding high upon a dark 
  Horse into forever.
  Dragons of fantasy flying through the sky, wings 
  Spread, soaring,
  Breath of fire, It Is told they possess, demons brought 
  To life in a dream.
  Legends of many moons long since past, ghosts of 
  Heroes wander in mist,
  Mystical dreams of shores unseen, songs sung In 
  Green meadows,
  A beautiful sound from voices such a long time ago.   

                          " SHE'S A DREAMER"


  She sits' under a clear, starry night, sky,




  Praying to the night, wishing, just wishing.




  Flowers' all around this beauty of the night,




  Long flowing hair, with a body so nice, she.




  She's a dreamer, alone, but peaceful, never lonely,




  She's a dreamer, happiness lives within this princess.


                               Keith Garrett  

                            PROMISES


  Blood of a man spills' from a wound created,


  From a wounded heart runs' blood unseen.


  Broken will be our spirits' by those we trust,


  These are the words' of men with no morality.


  Promises are made with the slip of a tongue,


  Easily spoken from minds' without thought.


  Hearts' and souls, those with no dreams',


  They take what they can, from their hands' they 
  Squeeze.

  Promises, promises, words' with no character,


  From those with no heart, broken, always broken.


                                 Keith Garrett 

                   " MASTER OF THE SKY"


  I see you from here, from where It Is that I 
  Stand, soaring,
  Wings spread far as you are the eyes In the sky, 
  Do you see,
  Yes! from these eyes down upon the world I do 
  See, watching,
  I soar with the wind, as In heaven I do soar with 
  All things.
  Are you the master of man, these questions 
  From my lips,
  Master of the sky, please tell this seeking man 
  Why we must die.
  The thoughts In your mind are known by me, 
  Listen to your beliefs,
  Why Is It you think you must die, In heaven I 
  Give you eternal life.
  I fear that death will take me, and I'll be forever 
  Lost, so alone,
  Although I believe, how Is It that this mortal man 
  might really know?
  Do you believe In heaven as the bible and lessons 
  Taught,                
  Do you believe In the lord and all that's been 
  Created?
  I do believe, I know that I'm a child of God, 
  created by mother and father,
  I know that you, master of the sky, will one day 
  Take me home to stay.
  Put away your doubts, let go of your pain and sorrow, 
  Give them to me,
  I am the master of the sky, creator of all that you 
  Know and more,
   Have faith fore It will comfort you, trust In me, be 
  At peace.
                                 Keith Garrett

                          MASTER OF THE GUITAR


  Hammer of the God's, like a wizard, black magic, 
  Possibly,

  An outfit he wears, decorated with dragons, and
  Snakes.

  Black attire, tassels hanging from that which he 
  Wears,

  Master of his guitar in hand, double neck, belongs 
  To him.

  Magician of musical sound, as he dances across 
  The stage

  From a legendary Led Zeppelin band, he is the 
  Great, Jimmy Page,

 Bow in hand, he strums to Dazed and confused, 
  Mystical tunes.

  Animated, with such a floor show, speed of his fingers,
  Go! Jimmy, go!

  Master of the guitar, magnificently he plays, from 
  England, The amazing Jimmy Page.
                               Keith Garrett

                           " MAN OF THE WOODS"


  Born quite a distance from civilized land, this man was,


  In this place, these surroundings of still and quiet, lives he.


  Immense sort of a man, bearded, with scraggly hair,


  Hunts for that which he eats, gun or knife In hand, has he.


  In weather hostile or friendly, he makes his way, survives,


  Cabin built of wood, Is where this loner dwells In silence.


  Content to be In this place without another soul for company,


  Whittling wood, or the harmonica played, Is a passion of a 
  Man alone.

  Fish that have been caught In a stream nearby, fried up for 
  Dinner,

  Eaten next to a fire that takes the chill from the night, as 
  He thinks.

  On the porch settles this soul, who exists In solitude, enjoying 
  the night,

  Not so complete without the puff of smoke, from his tobacco 
  Filled pipe.

  As he speaks goodnight to all around, all that lives, he's off to 
  Slumber,

  Who he Is matters' not, man of the woods, farewell.


                                         Keith Garrett 

                                     MORRO BAY


  We went away, far away,
  To a town of sand, and water to play.


  At times' the winds' were cold and fast,
  The weather changed, this did not last.


  Life Is slow, and peaceful too,
  The people all friendly, something new.


  We played In the sand, with no worries of things,'
  A mother, a daughter, my two sons, and the joy that 
  They bring.

  As they sat In the water, the boats we watched rest,
  We all stood together, to watch the sunset.


  Walking the streets, of this place never been,
  Wanting to live here, to call It my friend.


  As It rose In the morning, the suns' rays of light,
  All day It would let us, enjoy such a sight.


  We get ourselves lost, In a place such as this,
  Oh! nothing could be sweeter, the rest of the world I 
  Would not miss.

  If you ever get a chance, to go to this place,
  A fresh air you will smell, different foods' you will taste.


  When It came time to leave, feelings' bittersweet,
  To this world of yours, again we will meet.


  I wanna go back, go back one day,
  To this place of peace known, Morro Bay.


                               Keith Garrett

                                                        1969


   I was a child in 1969, I had not a clue of the world,


  I knew of certain things, those of which I lived through.


  Riding my bike and a deadly Halloween night, that's right,


  I remember all that I did as a kid, a lifetime ago, and a family,


 Vietnam was a reality, and I was protected by my childish 
  World.

  Butch Cassidy and the Sundance kid, Clint Eastwood was 
  The man,

  Raindrops keep falling on my head, Simon and Garfunkel were 
  Grand.

  Scooby- Doo and all of the colorful cartoons that I knew, I 
  Think of you,

  Baseball with the miracle mets, Bill Russell, and the champion 
  Celtics.

  Joe Namath with his Guarantee, the Jets beat the Colts, Charles 
  Manson, and history,

  The Innocence of the Brady Bunch, walk on the moon, 
  Led Zeppelin, and a tune,

  1969 was the year when love and innocence were mixed with 
  My day.

                                        Keith Garrett