QUIETLY LONELY
Into the mist, through the trees, walking barefoot,
Leaves beneath my cold feet, leaves of brown and
Green.
The sun does not shine as the fog creeps across the
Land,
Making Its' way through these lonely woods deep In
Nowhere.
What Is alive as the morning awakes to a quiet day,
This day,
So old are these woods, what tales they may tell of
Yesterday.
Ghosts of the past, people who once were, they who
Lived here,
Quietly lonely as I think and dream, just quietly lonely.
Keith Garrett
SADNESS IN THE SMOKE
SADNESS IN THE SMOKE
Flames In the darkness, flames of fright, run,
Run, Into the night,
Men of fear, men who fight through the night,
A fire fight.
Sadness and pain as the heat and smoke devour
Natures beauty,
Who's to blame for this destruction placed upon all
Good men?
They run, they hide, but where to hide, animals,'
Creatures of all kind,
Death comes to visit, to take away the Innocent
Without feeling or care.
Fix your eyes to the tears' from those whom see the
Land die and die,
Look to the sky, watch as It rises, a picture of
Sadness in the smoke.
The wind will blow but there will be no trees for
It to pass through,
The grass you will not see, the animals' are gone.
Some men do not stand anymore, they disappear with
This tragedy
That must be forever remembered, some day we will
Learn to love This land that was created.
Sadness In the smoke above these hills' that burn
For the world to see,
Eyes must be opened before It's to late, before this
Land goes away.
Keith Garrett
WITHIN THESE WALLS
"WITHIN THESE WALLS' "
I'll let you In If a friend you are known to me,
These built for me walls' of height are a comfort.
Climb over you will not, the top Is not recognized,
There Is no door to be removed or forced, no key.
Within these walls' lies sanctuary for a searching
Man,
Living here Is all for a man to dream, I feel the
Sunrise.
All my wants' are at my fingertips' of touch, Imagined,
I build and I take down, a new level appears' In an
Instance.
To walk out of here I will need to make a door, walls'
Nomore,
There's a fear with the chances taken, stronger we
Grow.
Within these walls' I hide,within these walls' I cry,
Strength and wisdom exist within these walls'.
Keith Garrett
THEY WERE DIFFERENT
" 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
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
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 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
HEARTBEAT
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
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
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
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