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

              WHEN I TRIPPED AND FELL


 Not seen by any one person, only felt the
 Heaviness of me,



 By me, not really, spirit who sees everything, 
 Whom guards the sky.



 When I tripped and fell, I may have cried, I 
 Did not die, He was at my side,



 I did not scrape my knees, I did not bleed, 
 The pain traveled within me.



 Picked myself up from the mistakes that have
 Been made, Forgave myself,



 When I tripped and fell I did not land in any 
 Kind of hell, a helping hand.

              Keith Garrett

                                                                                                        
                 WHEN EARTH IS HEAVEN



 Will it be this place or is there possibly 
 A perfect other,


 Heaven is an invisible, wonderful, world  
 Somewhere within.


 Can it be that one day we will all inhabit a 
 Kingdom such as this,


 Might it be that this Earth that we wander 
 Today may be reborn.


 When the Earth is heaven, a beautiful land 
 Without pain and suffering,


 Corruption and greed will be no more, a time 
 To enjoy and see what we missed.


Pollution and all dirty things will not ever be 
 Again as we sit by cool waters,

 Walking hand in hand without hate and anger in 
 This new land of eternity.


 When Earth is heaven we will be free of all bad 
 Things that man has created here.


                Keith Garrett

                                                                                                      
                WHEN HE KILLED


 When a killer has a heart but how can 
 This be,

 A young boy of a slow nature tormented 
 By all.

 Never treated right, he grew as an adult 
 Child,

 Killed his mother and lover, thought they 
 Were being bad.

 Sent away and then set free, the world was
 A scary place,

 His name was carl, had no one who did love 
 Him anyway.

 A purpose for a man, born into a sad, hard 
 Life of loneliness,

 When he killed they sent him away, lost in 
 Another place.

 He wasn't meant for this world anymore, quiet 
 With many thoughts,

 When he killed he was only twelve years old, 
 He thought they were bad.

 He grew up and learned he was wrong, not 
 Supposed to kill anyone,

 Too help another child who would not become 
 Like him.

 When he killed a certain someone, he thought
 The world be a better place.
                             Keith Garrett

                                                                                                
                  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

                 "FOREVER"


 Above from the wide open sky the sun 
 Shines ever so bright,
 Will It warm our world always or one day 
 Say a farewell.
 What If the wind that we can not see goes 
 Away,
 Will It again blow across the hills and make 
 The trees sway.
 The glowing moon sits like a lighthouse In the 
 sky,
 Watching, always watching but for how long 
 Will it rise?
 The rain falls from the sky, from the clouds 
 That drift on by,
 Will the drops take from the Earth the thirst 
 So as not to die.
 See the animals run through the woods and 
 Across the plains,                          
 Today they live somewhat free, tomorrow will 
 They be.
 We live, we love, dance to the music, sing 
 From our hearts,
 Search for the happiness that makes It all 
 Worth living.
 There are things that may be never, things 
 Never lost,
 Nothing lasts forever fore forever we are not.


              Keith Garrett

                                                                                                               
                 AGAINST NATURE



                                                                             
 These things that are against nature are a reality,


 Certain it is that we are not allowed to be here 
 Forever.

 Trees may not stay small, age they will, older 
 Than man are many,

 Mountains are formed, they age and change but 
 May be always.

 Against nature that all things will stay the  
 Same, This is true,

 There are more of these against nature, take a 
 Look with me.

 Burning things that sicken the lungs and dirty 
 The air,

 Bombs dropping from the sky, chemical spills 
 Everywhere.

 Trash tossed from windows, lining the streets 
 You see,

 Environment is being altered, everyone sees, 
 Eyes are closed.
                  Keith Garrett

              A DAY WITHOUT SYMPATHY
 I awoke in the morning, I fell out of bed,

 A bad headache but no aspirin for my head.
                                            
 I went for a cup of coffee but only an empty 
 Jar,
 Maybe some toast but the butter was at the 
 Store.
 I went to get the paper in a puddle of mud,

 The dog chewed up my shoes, what am I to do.

 Got dressed and headed for the car, off to work 
 I'll go,
 The car wasn't there, stolen wouldn't you know.

 Went to call the police, locked myself out of 
 The house,
 Headed for the bus stop, watched the bus drive 
 On by.
 I flagged down a cab, please get me to work,

 No wallet in my pocket, I gave him my watch.

 I walked through the door, fearing I was so 
 Late,
 This is your day off, you don't work today.

 No way home so I put out my thumb,

 No one would stop, I walked all the way.

 I had not a key, Oh! what a day,

 I broke the window, the door was open all 
 The way.
 My T.V. was gone, the phone did not work,

 Nothing to eat, time for some sleep.

 I went to my room, the bed was gone,

 A day without sympathy, on the floor I did lay.


                                                                                    Keith Garrett

                                                                                                  
               FINDING FREEDOM


 The search for freedom and a fight to keep it,


 After thousands of years more is taken away today.


 It's all up for sale, we can barely walk in the 
 Hills anymore,

 Dirt, water, and even air are not ours without 
 A dollar.

 We are not as free as we believe, we are allowed 
 To do as they say.

 All wars are not about freedom, most are of 
 Corruption and money,

 Finding freedom when so much has changed is 
 Becoming rare.

 We are losing it from every direction, before  
 Our eyes, and behind our backs,

 The enemy appears to be us, look to our neighbor 
 More than across the sea.

 Look around people, we are losing our rights, 
 Finding freedom between what is seen.

                Keith Garrett

              FAVORS IN THREES


 How is it possible to change the world,


 Can one man get it started, where to begin.


 Do a favor of unselfishness and ask that in
 return

 This person do three favors,


 Two more favors of you must be accomplished 
 To start.

 It is that someone first did a kindness for you,


 They then asked of you to do these three things.


 Favors of three may be quite a sacrifice indeed,


 A price this may be that you pay in many a way.


 A person, just one to take a chance is possible,


 If each that have been given this gift does 
 In return

 Pass it on then it will never stop.


 The world would be as one family, In other words,


           A PERFECT WORLD.

                                                                                 
             Keith Garrett