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

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

Secret Lantern

By pictured form or written word,
I plot my thoughts upon the map;
Digitized by growing eyes,
Their hidden meanings I unwrap.
The secret lantern shows the way,
It illuminates the path;
Its glowing vessel set ablaze,
To animate my craft.

by Garret Woo

1/6/2019

The Leader

Six thousand eyes upon you there,
Standing on the platform square.
Fractured light by marble columns
Moves solemnly across the stairs.
It warms the mantle above the commons,
Below whose vaults you do prepare.
The noise makes room for silence,
Which quickly do you seize.
The crowds are finally quiet;
The time has come to lead:

“Let those of you who know me
Validate my deeds.
To those whose eyes I stand before:
Open them and see.”

Into the day are your words carried
To captive ears by silver tongue.
The verdant palm branch has been readied,
And the Eagle’s banner hung.

by Garret Woo

1/5/2019

Someday, someday

Have you ever seen a person where
Their beauty, oh so fine and fair,
Commandeers your very eyes
And the freedom of will to them denies?

It pains me so to see you standing there
With beauty that I cannot bare.
And so I give one final glance
By aching heart without romance
To leave you there just as you may.
I remind myself: “Someday, someday.”

by Garret Woo

c. 2004

Fallen

With wanton eyes: the fallen.
They look at you: the fallen.
They eyeball me incessantly
As the fallen seek to see
Through eyes of broken pasts;
They wish a wishful dream.

by Garret Woo

c. 2015

Imperator

Shed that veil from velvet eyes;
Observe the the eagle and how it flies.
Study the patterns that you see;
Know those secrets which reveal me.
Appointed by the will of men,
I hold the power of fist and pen.
Privileged to an open stage,
I bleed Our will onto this page.
Until stillness has quieted the mound
And the flags of our foe decorate the ground,
Will our persistent attacks cease;
Only then will I grant peace.

by Garret Woo

c. 2003 (edited 1/4/2019)

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