A PERFECT CRIME



  They think that they are of something unique,



  No one ever is watching, no one sees, they think.



  They plot and they plan, not so logical, woman or man,



  Thoughts that roam, their scary, sick minds,



  They act calm and kind, as they plan one's demise.



  A perfect crime of many sorts, fill the criminal minds,



  They seem not to worried about being caught at the time.



  Going on with their deeds, believing they will always be free,



  When they plan a perfect crime, what is in their minds.


                                   Keith Garrett

                                   A PERFECT MOMENT



  When darkness falls, and the night is quiet,


  Fighting is no more, words are of silence.


  Sitting on a bench, hand in hand,


  A drink for two, on my private land.


  When the echoes of sirens, are no longer close,


  The scream of the freeway, is not near my home.


  When all is everything, I want it to be,


  A fantasy is made, in my own world to see.


  A perfect moment, can only be what we make it to be,


 Things of change, piece by piece, a perfect moment 
  Can be anything.

                                   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

                         "A MOMENT IN TIME"


  A speck of dust, a trickle of water,


  Soon would blow with the wind and dry Into 
  Nothing.

  Our time Is now, fore 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 MOMENT IN THE SUN


  Has it always been mine, since the beginning of 
  My time,

  I was born to run, i was born to chase the wind, 
  So I run.

  I've walked along the shore, my feet wet in the sand,


  Holding hands, by myself I stand alone, a man.


  There's been at times much fun, I am not done,


  Friends and loved ones, vanished as the hourglass runs.


  When will it come, I ask! this moment, my moment 
  In the sun,

  It was yesterday, appeared again today, did I not see,


  Tomorrow will I wonder when it is to be, as it lives all 
  Around me.

  I had dreams of a girl once upon a time, she came to 
  Visit me,

  She came to say hi, for just a moment in time, a moment 
  Gone by.

  I've had a moment in the sun, a moment to run, to chase 
  The wind,

  I've had a love who went away with the passing day, 
  She flies.

  My journey takes me to a place, but who follows behind,


 On another day will catch me, slow down to that which 
  May be.
                                     Keith Garrett

                                          A MISSION FROM GOD


  Sent down from heaven, an angel in disguise,



  When once he was alive, a man with a name.



  A mission from God, an assignment of much worth,



  To help the common man,  a chance for mankind.



   In some ways a lonely path, this spirit on a mission,



   A faith so real, as he attempts to guide the mortal being.



  This angel that once walked an earthly path, walks again,



  Roams a land, where possibly once taken for granted.



  A mission from God, to help man better understand,



  Don't take for granted, while you still have a chance.

                                       Keith Garrett

                            A DRIFTING MAN


  On a road of travel, without any end,


  Rests his weary body, wherever he can.


  Sleeps in the night, hidden from sight,


  Days' of length, the next stop is any place.


  From town to town, he wanders with hope,


  Worry fills his head, about that next meal.


  Find a job and stay in one place, a short while,


  Friends and smiles, disappear with the miles.


  A drifting man, sees much of the land,


  Meets many faces, lonely where he stands.


  A price he pays, to live in such a way,


  There's a gift in seeing the world,


  What's taken away, is the peace of settling in 
  One place.

  He chooses a path, he's a wandering man,


  Today he's here, gone again.


                                      Keith Garrett

                                     "TOBY"

  He was my friend, he would always know when I 
  Was near,

  My presence was felt by this dark haired boy, he 
  Would sound out.

  Walking Into his kingdom was such a pleasure of mine, 
  He almost smiled,

 Through the window his eyes would find me, waited he 
  Did for me to see.

  An excitement for this beautiful friend, when I showed 
  Up to visit,

  The love In his eyes sparkled, he knew I understood, 
  I loved him.

  Outside we would play, running or throwing a ball, or 
  Just sitting,

  I miss him, I wonder If he could possibly remember 
  Anything at all,

  To see him again, possibly one day, his name Is Toby.


                                    Keith Garrett

                               A GAMBLER


  Spin the wheel, maybe a roll of the dice,


  A bad hand at cards, so it's said, you'll lose 
  your shirt.

  Bet on a game, football, basketball, baseball, 
  It's all the same,

  Your wallet is empty, credit cards are O.K.


  Horses are great, this time you feel lucky inside,


  At the finish line, a house could be on the line.


  Deal in drugs, surely a gambler you'll be,


  If it's not the law, a dead man you might be.


  A car thief is a risk, money at your feet,


  End up in prison, oh! what a life you lead.


  Ask of a loan shark, a favor please,


  Put up your life, no friend indeed.


  A gambler, a gambler, in each one of us may be,


  What risks do you take, for all that you need.

                           Keith Garrett 

                                     A FINE CIGAR AND

                                       A SIP OF SCOTCH


   As a man of business, tends to many things,


  Pleasure in between, is a welcomed change.


  Working hard for the life you wish,


  A family of your own, a house if what you 
  Choose is this.

  Sometimes the simple enjoyment from a fine 
  Cigar,

  Is all a man needs in this world of ours.


  A regular guy and a sip of scotch,


  Is not a sin when it comes to what's right and wrong.


  A fine cigar and a sip of scotch,


   Relaxes a man, thinking about what he has And for 
  Which he has fought.
                                              Keith Garrett