FACES OF CLOWNS'
Disguises are worn, they hide a world of fear,
Hidden with colors' of false smiles or frozen
Frowns.
We laugh and we dance, juggle our thoughts'
And emotions,
Our world Is a cage, a circus of freaks' and
Entertainment.
We challenge our own mortality, on a high wire
We dance,
Shot through a cannon to where we may land,
Life in hand.
Faces of clowns', dressed In costumes, they
Seem secure,
Acts put on for children, are they not the young
Whom have tears.
We dress In our own costumes, put on a face
That we choose,
Is what appears' real only a magicians' magic,
A trick of sorts.
Whatever expression we wear, whatever makeup
We're made of,
Faces of clowns', we all live with faces of clowns.
Keith Garrett
EMMA
EMMA
She walked along the shore, on a beach,
Many years before,
Young and beautiful, her life seen before
Her eyes, some time ago.
Long, dark hair with a smile that brightens up
That which is in sight,
A simple life with the wind blowing through
Her hair, a lifetime ago.
Her name is Emma, she walks along the shore
A different way now,
Shorter hair of a silver gray, a smile that is
Less as the years have taken.
Eyes that sparkle a little less with the sun
Going down on an aging life,
Her name is Emma, she walks much slower with
The wind through her hair.
She may disappear but she will forever walk
Along the shore.
Keith Garrett
FACE TO FACE
"FACE TO FACE"
Children disappear, we are who we are
In this today,
I now Imagine you, your face, an unbelievable
Smile.
Yesterday shows' your face to me, today my
Mind wanders,
Reasons' for all things', does now have a
reason.
Face to face, come show your everlasting
Beauty to me,
Face to face Is a simple concept, what might
Be seen.
Feelings' from the heart are held onto through
The years,
Soon face to face maybe we understand, spend a
Day with this friend.
Keith Garrett
LEAVING IT ALL BEHIND
" LEAVING IT ALL BEHIND"
I stop where I'm standing, looking around,
What Is this madness born to us all.
Leaving my work, my home, and the things
Known to me,
Go away to a place up high, way back In the hills'.
There are no people of jugement to listen too,
The loud sounds' of tragedy lost In my travel.
There Is no anger or the struggle to survive,
Out here, only nature to hear me cry.
Leaving It all behind,
The life that was once mine.
Keith Garrett
A CHANCE TO SEE
A CHANCE TO SEE
A chance to see fore never have I been able
to walk in light,
A chance to watch the sunrise as never before
Seen but dreamed.
A chance to see the trees sway in the wind as
the wind never seen,
A chance too see the mountains that I never
Thought a reality.
A chance to see the clouds so big in the sky,
Drifting slowly by,
A chance to see the waves in the ocean only
Heard through time.
A chance to walk without a cane, to be free,
Walk, and see,
A chance to see a smiling face that might
Smile back at me.
A chance to see all the things that I have
Always dreamed,
A chance to see what's never been before
these eyes,
A chance, a chance, to see what is in front of me.
Keith Garrett
A CHAMPION YOU ARE
A CHAMPION YOU ARE
You tee off at dawn with club in hand,
Swinging for your target, you take your stand.
Giving up is not what you do,
Eighteen holes, whatever it takes to make it
Through.
Walking the course no matter how tired,
Strength and fight are in you to win this match.
On to another day, one more tee off,
Again swinging that club till the end.
Every sunset under par, Always a champion you are.
Keith Garrett
A BRIDGE I CROSS
A BRIDGE I CROSS
Far it reaches through my time,
My travel across it a neverending journey.
Obstacles are sometimes in my way,
I'll hurdle over or push out of my way.
Moving along searching, always searching,
For just a little more of things not to hurt me.
Not ever knowing what's ahead,
Stop I will not until the end.
Keith Garrett
A BOAT LOST
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
PAGES
PAGES
My life starts' out like a book, not yet
A cover,
Nothing Inside, page one still not printed.
My story constantly being written with every
Breath,
How many pages there will be not known till
The end.
This title was Imagined before my creation,
Cover to cover Is mine to write as I walk my life.
With each turning page I Illustrate my own time,
The one before this just a memory In my mind.
Stay open It does until my story Is told,
Until I've been published, this mans' book
Will not be closed.
Keith Garrett
MOTHER, DON’T LET ME DIE!
MOTHER, DON'T LET ME DIE
I'm a child, only a child who lies here
Under rubble dying!
This I did not ask for but my fate rests In
God's powerful hands.
I'm afraid fore I'm In such pain, why,! Oh
Why! must I die,
The Earth exploded with a thundering sound
All around.
Lord, as I lie here It Is that I think of my
Mother, oh! mother,
Please take this from me, the fear and the
Pain, I'm coming.
"Mother" don't let me die! I need you tonight
At my side,
Tears run down this little girls face, mother!
Don't let me die.
If I must go then please In heaven make It so,
Let me go,
" Mother" " mother" please don't cry, mother!
Don't let me die.
Keith Garrett
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