Desert

The mind is a desert,
Our thoughts are the sand
Moved by the currents
That dance on the land.
They swirl together
As one with the dust;
A tornado of souls
With eyes left untouched.

by Garret Woo

4/8/2019

Past, Present and Future

It is wise to learn from the past
But realize it can’t be changed.
The present holds all we’ve not yet lost
Though its flow can’t be staved:
A moment so brief it can’t be measured,
Like a spark pushing past and future together.
The future dances in the wind
As the wheel of time continues to spin.

by Garret Woo

3/26/2019

King

Horses, gold and castles,
Rooms of treasure to the brim,
Honey-wine by the barrels and food by the fist.
With passions restrained and body able,
He ruled with judgement pure.

Behind that veil of cheerful eyes
His hopes have lost allure.
An abyss of dismal nothing
That darkened clouds obscure.
He has forgotten how to love
And cannot find the cure.

by Garret Woo

3/20/2019

Torch

What would you do if given the torch?
Lead, follow or make your own course?
Would you carry it proudly or find someone who could?
Or make even more torches of fire and wood?
Whatever you do, keep hold of the light:
Do not let it go in the darkness of night.

by Garret Woo

1/29/2019

Night’s Symphony

When the sun is exhausted by the pull of the moon
It loses the power to balance the two.
The wing of a shadow spreads over our eyes
Consuming the earth with secrets untied.
And all of the plotting by darkness contrived
Brings forth the sounds from nature derived.
The noise of the wind through hollowed out trees
Plays ancient notes of the Night’s Symphony.
Ebbing and flowing through leaves of green,
The air fluxes and murmurs in somber routine.
Things in dark places make curious sounds
With skittering feet, around and around.
Until rays of sun through heavens extend;
As quick as it started the Symphony ends.

by Garret Woo

1/18/2019

Fate’s Will

A rational pain has found refuge in me,
Once given to whims but now I can see:
It is acceptance by which destiny thrives
And only Fate’s will which dictates our lives.

So do as you wish for finality’s sake,
As so often the end unexpectedly takes
Our entire existence and all that we’ve done
And drifts into nothing like clouds to the sun.

by Garret Woo

c. 2004

American Sons

American sons for enemy blood,
TVs and hand-grenades, coffee and guns;
Coins show our greedy eyes, blinded by mud,
The horrors of war mistaken for love.
Trust may be bought and is easily sold
Like innocent men sent into the hole.

by Garret Woo

1/14/2019

Sorrow’s Grip

Sorrow’s grip is cruel this evening,
It’s tighter than the usual.
It seems I cannot shake these feelings;
The desperation is mutual.
Thoughts wander through the night
And leave a trackless path,
Like memories I cannot revisit;
Like wheat without the chaff.

by Garret Woo

1/10/2019

The Parade

Favorable weather with flowers in May,
I came down to see you and watch the parade.
You weren’t there because you’d found another,
I walked away silently and left the bouquet.

Today my attention, tomorrow my love;
I’d give to you everything like the sky to a dove.
But you had no interest in returning the fire
So I gave up my kindle and abandoned the pyre.

I burned down the bridges and lowered the gates
And walled myself up in a palace of hate.
I forgot how to love and let go of the reins,
Submitting to solitude, consumed by the pain.

by Garret Woo

c. 2004 edited 2/13/2019

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