SATOR
AREPO
TENET
OPERA
ROTAS

Cropsman,
Alpha-Omega is with you, and bids you go forward with a patient but steady momentum.
Keep yourself to the Old Truth.
Your work
Is that of the seasons which are cyclical as the wheels of your sowing and reaping contraptions.

Between the lines
Is an Ocean
Of Blank Space

Space for

Interpretation.

Get (Be) META

Or not.

Your decision-
You are well come
To my (Im)precision

This           is             not
A po          em           But
rather       a cha        lange
For             you            to
Write.     A poem      about
The sh    ape that       you see.
What oddity, unusual deformity do you see inYour precious minds eye?
               A castle?
                A cloud?
               A hand or
               A heart?

The Guide
the guide that lies in front of my eyes
The spirit that no one can see,
the spirit that knows no apathy
Only cold purpose
And it would never try to shirk it's duties to us pitiful humans but do we
as people, as poets, as breathing life forms
Do more harm than good, or Good than harm with our words whether slurred, spoken, written or whispered lovingly being the barn?
Do we live our lives to the fullest while chopping down another's forest
Or do we abhor this enough to encourage life among all organisms within this earths strange prism?

I love you

Every interpretation of that phrase
proves to be true
when it comes to me
about you

-h.w.

streaks of roman purple
finish the painting
the symbol of life
the constant pain of humanity
the fight for existence
the acceptance of ourselves
cuts on a hand
show that the person isn't hiding
not completely
not pretending to be invincible