HEART AND SOUL


 Everything I've got, what's Inside of me 
 Strong,


 Pours' out with energy, stopped I can not be, 
 Give up I will not.


 Stand and take notice as I conquer what 
 Invades my spirit,


 Emotionally grow do I, strength and power 
 Absorbed within this soul.


 Heart of the lion, oh! I do possess, listen 
 To me, Hear me roar,


 Weakness stares at me, such a pathetic coward 
 It is, Look away.


 Fear and sorrow attack and Intimidate who I am, 
 Rise up and fight,


 Walking away, turn and gaze over my shoulder 
 Leaving it behind.


 Hear what this man has to say, do you know 
 That which lives in me,


 I grow and grow fore I have the heart and soul.


            Keith Garrett 

                 "JUST AN ECHO"


 If you listen carefully your memories can 
 Be heard,

 Words' and phrases spoken or listened too 
 Are recorded.

 Thoughts' In your head feel at times louder, 
 Just an echo,

 Sounds' and scenes from a lifetime played over, 
 Can you hear.

 Noises from children playing back when just a 
 Child, Just a child,

 Friends' from long ago, just an echo In time,  
 Listen, they can be heard.

 In the span of a lifetime like the wind moving by, 
 created in an instance,

 An echo In time we will be, just an echo In time 
 For you and me.

                 Keith Garrett                                       

               IS LIFE BUT A DREAM?


 When we go to bed do we go to sleep,


 Are we already dreaming of the life that 
 We believe?

 Are the things' that we see Imaginary or real,


 Is there another life that we live and feel?


 Is our reality here and now,


 Are we a thought of someone else somehow?


 Could It be that we are In another ones mind,


 In some other place, In some other time?


 Maybe In a coma for a period not known,


 When we wake up to a life not our own.


 What does It all mean,


 Is life but a dream?


                                                                                                     Keith Garrett

                                                                                            
                   BOARD GAME


 Watch the world as the pieces move never 
 Ending, the world turns,

 We start from a beginning moving with a roll 
 Of the dice, a card chosen.

 Does God watch as we play, is he in our every 
 Move?

 Round and round we go as this board game of life 
 Takes us away.

 Is the game played right, do we understand the 
 Consequences of our choice?

 Are we the players or are we being played, is there 
 A point to the game.

 Could the game be everlasting or does it end in 
 A moment for some,

 Spin the wheel, flip a coin, take a chance and 
 Walk your own path.

                    Keith Garrett

             BETWEEN DARKNESS AND LIGHT


 The sun shines bright, it then fades into 
 The dark of night,

 Just as the heart and soul of a human crawl 
 From the light into dark.

 To hide from the pain and sorrow of a tragic day, 
 Hide inside and go away,

 Try and forget in ways that at the time seem fine 
 To a broken mind.

 Trauma is a most unpleasant visitor as it has no 
 Sympathy or kindness,

 Steals from one the smile and sometimes brings 
 forever scars. much fear,

 Falling, a deep hole in which a soul believes    
 No escape, hurting the self appears the way,


 A path of destruction with no turning back, 
 But wait! there is surely a chance.

 You found your way lost, between darkness and light,  
 You must fight to make it back,


 Something has happened that ripped you apart, not 
 Fair but it was God's will.

 He knew you would fall, your test would be to 
 Find your way back from the darkness,


 You climbed out of that hole and with his hand  
 You also found your way back to the light,


 Today holds a piece of yesterday, forever a thought, 
 Life does move ahead, another day.

                Keith Garrett

                A NEW WORLD BEGINS'


 Tomorrow I leave today behind, this year vanishes,


 Gone Into memories, put away like antiques on a 
 Shelf.

 What's ahead of me only God In heaven can know,


 Much lies ahead of me In this land of Imagined 
 Dreams.

 Left behind Is yesterday, many things' to cry about,
 To say goodbye,

 Today a new world begins' as If to be born a baby 
 Next to mother.

 I'll see things' that were not known to me, days' 
 Since past,

 More that will be understood by a man with a heart 
 That heals.

 Lessons' learned but not without teaching have 
 They been.

 This world goes around and around, so what 
 Have I found,

 Fore a door that's been opened, mysteriously 
 The wind blows shut,

 A window lifted, opened to a place of freedom 
 For which is me,

                                                                                 Keith Garrett

                                                                                                                    
              A BIG HEART



                                                                                           He was a small man but only in height,


                                                                                        He would lose his wife as a child was born.


                                                                                                 Lou was his name, a man so kind,


                                                                                     Trying to survive, taking care of his daughter.


                                                                                 
 A job was needed, treated like some kind of 
 Freak,

                                                                                Turned away, desperate, he would steal for a meal.


 This is not who he was, why are people so 
 Ignorant and mean,

 Confined to jail by one who did not care, a much 
 Needed favor.

 A daughter in danger, this little man with a big 
 Heart was needed,

 Risk his life he would, even for those who did 
 Look down upon.

 A big heart in a man who did appear to stand 
 Taller than all,

                Keith Garrett

            A BEGGER, A THIEF


 He wanders the streets, a taste for food, 
 A thirst for drink,

 Cold to the bones, waiting for a warm place 
 To sleep.

 Asking for that which comforts his pain,


 Pride and self respect are put aside.


 A human being, a man with a story,


 A begger today without any glory.


 Taking what he wants, no morals or remorse,


 Criminal thought's, a good man not.


 Working for nothing, he does not care,


 He steals anything, he has no heart.


 A thief many times over, a quitter of sorts,


 A begger, a thief, so many differences of course.


               Keith Garrett 

                  THE RIDER"


 He'll ride In the morning, through the day 
 Travels the road,

 High upon the hills a shadow beneath the clouds, 
 He rides.

 Into the wind, the rain blowing against his face, 
 He rides,

 The snow falls as through the mountain passes 
 He is moving.

 A man with no name, throughout the land maybe 
 A glimpse,

 He's known only as the rider carrying whatever 
 For hire.

 This horse he rides with colors of solid black 
 And white spots,

 A demon creature, wicked with speed like the wind.


 Brown and black hat worn on his head gives a 
 Mysterious appearance,

 A coat so long for cover and warmth shields 
 Him from weather, the rider.

 Boots on his feet of dark, broken In pattern 
 Can be noticed in the stirrups,

 This man of the land rides and rides, just he 
 And his faithful companion.

 Like a ghost so quiet he roams the wild wilderness
 Of life,

 He's known as the rider, Into the night he rides.


                Keith Garrett

                                                                                    
              WHEN THE CLOCK STOPS


 It measures our time, an hourglass in our mind,



 All are not equal, not the same amount of sand.



 A timepiece which shows our days, hour by hour,



 With the sun we plan our existence, minute by minute.



 Everything is measured from the creation of time,



 When the clock stops we drift into a consciousness 
 Of another kind.

            Keith Garrett