HANGMAN
On a dirty street, in a western town, back in time,
The gallows,
He is the hangman, stands always still as the shadows
Drift with time.
He is everywhere, face covered always in a mask
Of darkness,
Not a ruler, but he holds the authority to life and death.
A noose hovers, it sways with the wind, waiting for those
Who sin,
You didn't just break the law, the ultimate crime lived
In your mind.
A life you did take, murder will get you a date with
The hangman,
Many years ago when life was hard on the trail, guns
An every day tool.
When a man chooses the wrong road, decisions of criminal
Deeds will do him in,
The hangman will watch as you climb the stairs, each step
You will sweat,
A choice you have made, time to pay, the hangman does
Have his day.
Keith Garrett
TODAY, TOMORROW, AND FOREVER
" TODAY, TOMORROW, AND FOREVER"
Today It Is that I awake to a new life, a new morning,
This morning,
Yesterday doesn't need me anymore, she holds' no
place in her heart.
Dreams' die hard fore wishes are merely a fairytale,
Make believe, Float do I on a cloud of hope and prayer,
Seeing my world, day to day.
Does tomorrow wait for me, If so, look forward to my
visit I will,
Not yet written, what words' does It have for me, does
It hold for me a story.
Forever In this world I can not be, I will fade away, a
Memory I must be,
Today, tomorrow, and forever, there will always be, a
Forever awaits me.
Keith Garrett
THESE THINGS I DREAM
THESE THINGS' I DREAM
Within myself, thinking of a place In another reality,
What lies around me may be a different consciousness.
This state of mind as I am not awake, floating, floating,
I see a world like never have I Imagined before, I see.
Visions' sent to my brain, pictures of stories past or future,
These things' I dream, a mystery from an eternity.
Keith Garrett
WIND IN THE FOREST
WIND IN THE FOREST
Wandering, walking, leaving behind this world
For a while,
Letting my footsteps' take me beyond what I know,
Letting go.
Deep, deep Into a land of which perhaps there's
no return,
Chances taken by a man with many fears, today I live.
Trees so high that darkness fills the sky, can't see the
Light,
Where the moon rests, not visible to these searching
Eyes.
Sounds' of the forest are the only company to me,
Speaking words to the trees, does anything listen.?
I can feel and hear the wind In the forest,
It speaks In sound, It Is with me, It finds me.
Keith Garrett
7 MINUTES
7 MINUTES
We all have 7 minutes before something we must do,
The same time before work is done and time to go home.
7 minutes waiting or 7 minutes up, what be the
Circumstances,
7 minutes in the shower, 7 minutes on the phone,
7 minutes before dinner, another 7 minutes all alone.
Time is of the essence, time never stands very still,
7 minutes late just may save your life, right on time,
Goodbye.
In only 7 minutes, from good to bad, your world has
Changed.
Snooze for an extra 7 minutes, it may do you a world of
Good,
7 minutes a long time to suffer, 7 minutes to love and
Dream.
Keith Garrett
1969
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
Wewr 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
SUNRISE
SUNRISE
Darkness disappears' as day comes to life,
Footsteps of mine traveling the morning light.
The fog begins' to lift showing the beauty of God,
I walk this way with hope by my side.
Quiet as It's early, fore sleep still lingers,'
On the move are these legs, tired, forever tired.
Rays of light shine through the distant clouds,
Sunrise has a story for a man roaming alone.
Everything has changed as the days' seem the same,
A song, he sings' a song In my ear always heard.
My favorite music from the man from Jersey,
Sunrise, sweet sunrise, each day my journey.
Keith Garrett
IN SEARCH OF
IN SEARCH OF
In flight, searching for hope of a better today,
Into the sun, across the wide open ocean below.
The sky has many colors' today, look to the sky,
Seagull soaring up so high, through the earths' window.
Freedom to wander, to fly, why can't I fly up so high,
Everything Is seeking In search of answers' of their own.
As a bird In flight, a man walks' the road,
In search of his own Independence of where he belongs'.
"Keep searching" Keith Garrett
A MAN WITH AN AX
A MAN WITH AN AX
Wood needs to be chopped, it sits waiting, many
Types and sizes,
Fall is in the air, chillier the air turns, work must
Be done.
A job it is, to chop enough wood, to warm a home
For the Winter,
Must be done, perhaps no fun as it is an
Accomplishment to be proud.
Stack it in a pile, carry it piece by piece, chopped and
Split wood for a fire,
A smell, can you take it in, smell the aroma as it's cut,
Stronger it grows.
A man with an ax gets this job done, he sweats from
Morning, Till the setting sun,
Swinging an ax, working as the cold moves closer,
The wood pile will rise higher.
A man with an ax is strong and determined,
He will succeed because he knows of its need,
When it's done, a Winter of warmth,
When the setting sun, he knows the job is done.
Keith Garrett
THESE THINGS I DREAM
THESE THINGS' I DREAM
Within myself, thinking of a place In another reality,
What lies around me may be a different consciousness.
This state of mind as I am not awake, floating, floating,
I see a world like never have I Imagined before, I see.
Visions' sent to my brain, pictures of stories past or
Future,
These things' I dream, a mystery from an eternity.
Keith Garrett
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