" THEY WERE DIFFERENT"


 He walked down the street full of laughter 
 And fun,

 He was poor with no money but no worries 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

                                                                                       
             BEFORE AND AFTER


 There was a time when I was not here,



 No thoughts, no name or Identity were mine.



 I had no pain or sorrow, not a thing for me 
 To know,


 Where was I before I became me, somewhere waiting?



 A time will come when I am no longer here, will I 
 Have thoughts?


 A name remembered, my Identity will not be this body 
 Or mind.


 Again there will be no pain or sorrow, I will be 
 Somewhere else,


 Before and after, heaven bound, where was I before 
 My first sound?

                Keith Garrett

                BETWEEN GOD AND ME


 Conversations I have had on many occasions 
 In my life,

 Have you ever listened? yes, I believe you 
 Have quite a bit.

 The answers to the questions I have asked have 
 Been mysterious,

 I may not at times agreed with you just as you 
 Were disappointed with my path.

 We have a relationship, we both know not as close 
 As we might be,

 I've tried to be a good person but not as good as  
 One can be, I can see.

 These things between God and me are never perfect, 
 Maybe someday,


 I'll keep on trying, I know you'll listen always and 
 Answer in ways not so easy.

 I  wonder why things go the way they do, the struggles 
 And hard times,

 Lessons to be learned I'm sure of, are pain and 
 Suffering ours so that we appreciate?


 Between god and me are many more things to be learned  
 And seen, together we'll be.

                  Keith Garrett                                 

                                                                                                 
               HER SOUL,

                                                                                   
          A THOUSAND YEARS OLD.


 Her face, a look that says she comes from a 
 Different place,

 A smile that lights up within a darkness, so 
 Young but old.

 She sings out with an operatic sound, mesmerizing 
 To the ear,

 Into a state of wonder that will take you away,  
 Watch her eyes.

 Appears does she as a little girl, maybe from a 
 Long ago world,

 Sings as if she has lived lifetimes, her voice 
 Echoes with years.

 It is that her soul could be that of a thousand 
 Years old.
                 Keith Garrett

                                                                                                                
             A HEARTBEAT



                                                                                 
 Listen to my heartbeat, thump, thump, it beats,


                                                                                  
 Blood runs through it, listen to me as I breathe.


                                                                                      
 A heartbeat means life, it beats fast or slow,


 Thump, thump, it goes, a heartbeat that slowly 
 Grows old.

                                                                                          
 It speaks of who I am, only one of a kind,


 Listen! thump, thump, with a hand to my chest, 
 Feel as I am alive.

 A 
 Heartbeat lets us know that this moment is still ours,


                                                                                      
 Hear it pound! listen too its beautiful sound.


                                                                               
 Thump, thump, thump, thump, one beat at a time,


 A 
 Heartbeat so precious, thump as it beats one more time.


             Keith Garrett

                  FLIGHT


 There up high I stare to the wide open sky,


 Watch as I do you circle round, and round.


 Free to fly, soar with the wind, I see you fly,


 What is it that you see as you drift through the air?


 Spread those wings and sail, sail to anywhere,


 Beneath the stars, under heaven above, fly.


 What the Lord has given to you is the gift of flight,


 Fly away, fly away, get lost into the night.


 Created were you by he without a face,


 Spirit in the sky will take you on a special flight.


 Make your journey through the clouds moving by,


 Into the sun that shines from so far away.


 Finish your flight, goodbye, I say farewell,


 Fly, fly far away.



              Keith Garrett

             FADES, DOES THE PICTURE


 A reel to reel movie, A painting so old,


 An old photo album covered in dust.


 Growing up in a town long since gone,


 Relics, skeletons from our yesterday.


 Memories are not so clear, gone with the years,


 Sometimes forgotten, at times not remembered.


 Blocking out things we wish no longer to see,


 The mind is a special place of reality and fantasy.


 Sometimes we try to go back from within, inside,


 Finding that we are lost, our way is like a fog.


 Fades, does the picture, scenes of our time,


 A little taken away as we age from day, to day.


              Keith Garrett

                         A BOAT LOST


 Slowly floating, adrift In waters' so calm,




 Why does It have no travelers', alone.




 Fog and mist surround this shape of wood,




 Where has It been, where does It travel.




 No answers' does It give to questions',




 Drifting, slowly drifting to a place of nowhere.


                  Keith Garrett             

                    FLIGHT OF A DRAGON


 With speed like the wind, to the sky it soars,


 So massive this beast, listen to the sound as it roars.


 Legend or myth, this monster of fire,


 Just the sight of it is hard not to admire.


 Of long ago these stories are told,


 FLIGHT OF A DRAGON, in a time of old.


 Where did they come from,? these creatures so wild,


 Born down below or in the mind of a child.


 Sometimes in your thoughts, look up in the air,


 Flight of a dragon, maybe still there.


              Keith Garrett  

       DID YOU SEE THE WORLD TODAY?


 I awoke this morning to the sunlight along with 
 The musical tunes of nature,

 Scrub jays of beautiful blue, flying here and there,  
 Collecting their penuts.

 I watch the Squirrels running, playing, and eating 
 Breakfast set out for them,

 Life is awake, plants and trees, flowers and green 
 Surround from all around.

 In the distance I can hear many flying creatures, the 
 Echo of a dog calling out,

 The blue sky lay like a blanket over what has been 
 Created from the master.

 Did you see the world today, did you look around to
 All that may be found,

 Did you see the hills and green grass dancing back 
 And forth?

 Did you see the day change from yesterday, the world 
 Change before you,

 Did you see the world today, see it before it disappears 
 And goes away.
                      Keith Garrett