echoes and whispers - uncut

ECHOES AND WHISPERS - UNCUT

2009-08-28T09:46:00.000-04:00

ECHOES AND WHISPERS

- UNCUT

Listen,
the whispers,
of leaves
turn color
announce
autumn is here.

Touch,
the echoes
of the rain
that waters
and blossoms spring.

Taste,
uncut
the snow shapes
the crisp cold
ices the wintertide.

See,
the sand sculptures
that paint
that rekindle
a childhood summer past.

Smell,
the seasonal airs
stimulates the senses
and the memories they carry.

In the glee,

in the hopes and dreams,

in the human spirit,

lives the miracle of life.

The magnificent
voices in every pitch
deep and resounding
the melody of

echoes and whispers – uncut

Armand Hamouth

A Charles Hamouth Pick

2009-08-27T08:44:00.004-04:00

UNMASKED

I am
asked,

What
part of you
would
I wish to be?

Without
a pause
for I have,
ALWAYS
known.

I reply,

"I’d be your tears."

conceived
in your heart,
born in your blue eyes,
to live on your cheeks,
and die on your
LIPS.

Pour Carol

2009-08-27T07:54:00.001-04:00

For You My Love

I walked alone, my stride was awkward and I tended to swagger, there was no confidence in my steps.

You appeared and illuminated the dark void I resided in. The air around me filled my lungs with the soft fragrant taste of a new day.

I lost myself in the unique color of your stunning blue eyes. I had never seen any quite that blue before; they engorged me and I saw the depth of an ocean. You reached carefully and held me, held my heart in the comfort of your gentle touch.

I could hear the song of the Scarlet Tanager again. The vibrant colors of new blossoms engaged me. The ground beneath my feet was soft, and warm. My stride was steady.

My love, how do I explain what you mean to me? Release doves to blanket the sky in white? Should I drop rose petals at your feet as you walk? You know I would do it gladly, willingly.

More than this I want you to know even when we first met I knew then it was only you. You are my one my only love.

You are the laughter in my every pore, the only vision in my sweet dreams. You are all the strength I possess. You are the new wonderful me.

Armand Hamouth

THE BRIDGE WE CROSSED

2008-12-16T13:48:00.001-05:00

CAROL

Love,

nothing

and everything.

With you in the serenity of nothing

that my love is everything.

Armand

BEYOND

2008-12-15T14:59:00.000-05:00

Dark Parlors

In caves
on mountain peaks
are Gods.

Wheels turn,
balls spin,
chips are
placed.

In
dark
parlors
our fates
are sealed.

Rulers of
the elements
in their fancy
gamble away
the pages
of our books.

Armand Hamouth

THE WRITTEN WORD

2008-12-15T10:12:00.000-05:00

A LEG UP

It is the star that shines dimly in the skies
In the open hearts of those not jaded by lies
The smiles they bring, the joy they kindle
Knotted up and filled with riddle

It is the winter blooms the untold glory
It is just a few words to tell the whole story
My predecessors have done well
So I have no new tale to tell

Armand Hamouth

NO SECOND CHANCES

2008-12-15T09:40:00.003-05:00

ONCE

Once,
I held a star ,
found it
underneath a rock.

I
threw it
in the air
and so
to the ground
it fell

I
watched it
I
even made,
a silent wish.

I
put
the star back
in space
and
walked away.

Armand Hamouth

DANDELIONS

2008-12-13T08:57:00.000-05:00

FREE

FLYING

Fluffs of re-roots
on nothing float.

children wish
set it free
fly again

to the joy
the elation
of innocence.

that's the rule
fresh from heaven
babes know

even weeds
deserve to
be free.

Armand Hamouth

KNOCK ME OVER WITH A FEATHER

2008-12-12T20:11:00.000-05:00

A RHYMING

POEM

Tickle your quarrel.

Armand Hamouth

A BURNING PASSION

2008-12-11T19:19:00.002-05:00

HERE ON MY LAND

This one’s for mine in kind.
What then,
what did you think you’d find,
your hen?

Would you strip me of my passion,
or maybe extinguish my flame,
am I no longer in fashion,
or did you just think I was lame?

Armand Hamouth

PEAHENS

2008-12-11T19:14:00.001-05:00

SINGULAR

CREATIVITY

No sheep here
We won’t apologize
Sorry dear
We don’t compromise

These square blocks
won't fit your round holes
Not peacocks
That anyone controls

Armand Hamouth

HANDCUFFED

2008-12-11T16:35:00.000-05:00

FACELESS

THE PUPIL

I stood there faceless

my hands were tied

Condemned and speechless

Whistled offside

Shocked, betrayed

Silent.

Call it a raid

Violent.

The blind still leading the blind

Thanks, I’ll wait for my own kind.

Armand Hamouth

WE THE PEOPLE

2008-12-11T14:32:00.000-05:00

GIANTS

We are giant red oaks
adjust to the wind
your saws are jokes
We won’t be skinned.

Change us?
not in these fields
you have no hope your highness
we wear invincible shields

Armand Hamouth

THIS GUY

2008-12-11T13:03:00.005-05:00

NICKLE FISH

You shoot me a five cent smile
Sitting on your million dollar ass

Forgive me if I seem hostile
Your bait didn’t hook this Bass

I’ve played the game of two
I’ll just stand in my barrel of booze

If it’s all the same to you
I have a vat of Vodka to infuse

Armand Hamouth

IN OUR SILENCE

2008-12-11T12:58:00.002-05:00

NOT JUST

AN AFTERTHOUGHT

We are not just an afterthought.

If the roar of the malcontent
called out their lament.
Our silence would circumvent
their original intent.

Won't give up for what we fought.

Armand Hamouth

THE WILL OF TWO PERCENT

2008-12-11T12:38:00.001-05:00

IGNORANT RULE

The breath
of humankind,

f
a
l
l
s

the great icebergs,
once anchored
safely.
In
their own domain

Ever

so,

so,

slow
l
y

Commence.

A catastrophic,
journey.

Footsteps

IN
THE
ICE,
submerge our lies.

It was
us
driving
those submarines.

Speedingthroughtime

WE!,

who,
overshot

our

MARK!

Armand Hamouth

A DROP OF

2008-11-25T06:34:00.014-05:00

LIPS STICK

What is in a kiss?

vision, words,
traveled miles.

times when you can't
stand that you're apart.

exploits,
milestones,
dreams,

a heart
a voice,
a walk,

all unopened files.

Me

You

We

Tout

What is in a singular kiss?

Fresh on fresh,
Mesh of flesh.

a golden moment,
total bliss.

breath, air,
scent, lips, touch,
a pair.

With
both arms
both clutch
though faint from hold
feel strong, consoled.

What is it
that is in a kiss?

the vast chasm
of our abyss

and more.

Armand Hamouth

ONE VIEW

2008-11-25T06:11:00.009-05:00

ALONE

WITH CAUSE

Then let me rip it all out
A one on one bout
Reach in deep
Take the leap

Use a shiny steel spade
On this empty arcade
I’ll shovel the works
Where loneliness lurks

After all there is a particular allure
To catatonic and nothing to endure

Armand Hamouth

THIS WORLD OF ONES

2008-11-21T19:39:00.010-05:00

IN THE STILL

OF THE KNIGHT

Now that you are gone,

WHO

will every morn,

lift the sun,
unveil the sky,
etch in the clouds?

WHO

will paint the rainbow?

Now that
'US'
is just a word.

No longer with you as
ONE,
alone I try to wind up the metal toys,
and cut out paper dolls,
but with the beach
swept from under my feet
the child in me flees.

Instead now rusted,
a fools gold chain of loneliness
hangs around my neck
like a noose.
Mourns a union
that once had breath,
a twosome, that now is dead.

AND

the moon no longer smiles,
the stars no longer wink.

In this decade of one,
hope is a wick less candle

AND

THE

NIGHT

IS

JUST

THE

DAY

WITH

OUT

LIGHT.

Armand Hamouth

FINGER PAINTS

2008-11-16T07:16:00.013-05:00

A HUE OF

BLUE

A friend and I,

Colors rule
Abundant blues
own my beating carmine.

a lighting design
of a million hues
compliments our stage of
wooden varnishes.

It's passionate reds
designed set
Written, Directed,
Produced and Performed
by

Nature
Our Mother
Our Creator.

Under the heat of Gold
barefoot on beige grains
I hold her fallow fingers

A Friend
true sapphire.

Bite Viridian Rind
surrounded Amaranth
juices magnolia and
blush flow

And finally
we touch magenta
and
wave a tea rose
goodbye.

Friends
true.

I stay in the
multi-colored safety
of this
very real
daydream.

Watch an eggplant
sunset
our mother by my side.

In time
stroll home
the yellow bright
of before
is now retired.

This ebony eve
an intense black
is lamp lit,
at least a guided path,
all else
an eerie void of view.

So I march
to a silent
beat.

Reflect on
a colored day.

Thank a colorful heaven
for my angel pure.

A friend
held my flesh,

rose glassed my depressed state,

and

I make it through
another cobalt day

Armand Hamouth

The Pleasure Of Sin

2008-11-14T07:13:00.012-05:00

SNAKE

MIND

I love women
the passion of a Stallion in the wild
I love women
a passion true and tried

disrobe them with my teeth
Massage them with nimble hands
Spank her, beneath
Caress her strands

Pull her to me decisively
Kiss with the touch of an Angel
Raise the ante
Listen to the beating of her Candle

Hold her against a wall and take her
smell her hair peaches and cream
Cross her border
Cuddle her dream

Shove in
Laugh, just us
with the force of a Kingpin
Stare at her eyes, flawless

Make her yell over and over again
Float on clouds while linked
tear my flesh off, amen!
as one, distinct!

I love women

I love women

Armand Hamouth

On My Still Life Birth

2008-11-12T04:06:00.010-05:00

Insanity In Progress

I walk blindly,
I think
to the offbeat
of the music
in Mother Natures breath
My head always up

I fell
into a puddle
O negative

The blood type
My Lord

I’m not sure
but I felt a tip
of sharp

I got out
just as the blood started to boil.
It was too late I had been tainted.

Next I’m sure that I fainted
When I awoke
I was in a porcelain tub of water
Surely this was better then the former

Still the water
The water was drenched in
in life juice.

I drained it.

I refilled it.

Once again,
it was stained dark red

Four more times I repeated
Finally the water was clear

But when I looked at my reflection
There she was,
an Angel
Blue.

And yes they do have wings.

Just then he appeared
Touched the fragile dove
She disintegrated into dust
And then none

His eyes were a platinum blue
He must have been at least
Eleven feet tall
To be honest he

He resembled a God

Pure muscle
His skin the whitest
the whitest I had ever seen
He was naked

Naked and not one hair on him
not any where
No eyebrows or eyelashes
No hair

The most striking of all his features

He had no genitals
He had no cavities.

At that moment
I thought back to the burning pool of cells
At that moment
I thought I must have signed with the devil

But,
where were his horns,
his pitchfork,

He was perfectly still
He opened his eyes wide
My lord
I felt him
That is the only time I felt him

And then

he was gone

And then

I was liquid

And then

I rained

through
a drain

through
an endless

waterway

So here I am my Lord
Squarely in front of you
I know no more than than this.

As for me,
I am a predator of sex
But I only prey
My lord
I only prey
on the willing.

My colors?

Black and gold
Gold and black

They are
are
are my colors of choice.

Sometimes,
I replace the gold with silver
Black and silver

I never use any other colors
Never
I am predisposed
To those two choices

If that is a crime
Than I am guilty
I wish I could say more in

In my defense
But that is all there is to say.

I mean my lord
that is all I know,
My Lord!

Armand Hamouth

MISTER SANDMAN

2008-11-10T16:13:00.008-05:00

Hey you,

Dream Weaver!

My imagination is on overdrive
and my dreams especially took a nosedive.
Every one painted a shade of black.
Come on Mister Sandman, cut me some slack.

The night is too vivid for me
and the day is to dull to be
or not to be. Do you see what I mean
I am even copying from the cream.
It is impossible from them to steal.
Go ahead inspire me, don’t make me kneel.

This creativity of mine rides like a unicorn.
Now that hurts! From where I am sitting I can feel his horn.

I really need to write.
How about just a bite?
Even a nibble, Please!
Let me build with ease.
You know that I won’t ask you twice.
Oh hell yes I will, even trice.

I am desperate and in need.
Can you send me even a lead?
Oh! Yo! Dream Stalker.
Or is it walker?
Or Sir, if you will.
How about a pill?

I have to dig,
or dance a jig,
that’s what I do, create.
So cast, I’ll take the bait.

Armand Hamouth

MY MORNING MEAL

2008-11-09T07:58:00.016-05:00

SOUP DU JOUR

Morning
cauliflower clouds
an orange colored
cream soup
with a generous scoop
of lavender.

A dash
of
Cayenne
hot to the buds

Perfectly round
carrot cut
at rise
with a wink,
says
"how do you do?"
"fine sir, and you?"

A Wide eyed slice
of the good life

tastes this singular morn.

A
tip of
the hat
to
the angels,

Morning Soup

Armand Hamouth

I LOVE YOU

2008-11-08T07:52:00.006-05:00

IN YOUR HOLD

ETERNAL

This my love is eternity,

To glide
and ride
images in the clouds sleep
fantasies from my pores seep.

Look,
your,
eyes,
a,
temple,

Worship,
the,
sense,
of,
you,

Hold,
as,
our,

hides mingle
hands tingle
to the tip of my fingers
this slice of we lingers.

A peek,
mountains,
A creak,
fountains,
evergreens
the Queens
a height beyond a star
entrance to your boudoir.

You cradle
my love.
and able
my dove,

And I?
Yes, cry.

The end lantern
with its wick
though cosmic
has no burn.
Not prayers,
But layers,

Our memories,
thankful for
all the journeys,
I adore

Still
an honest broker
Still
without a flicker
yes you will, even then be
an eternal part of me.

This my love is eternity,

Armand Hamouth

THE NAKED EYE

2008-11-07T10:14:00.014-05:00

WORDS

IN WHITE

broken arrows
and a crooked bow
muted words
on pierced drums drop

a life written
in and on
white

and me so sure
of my
multicolored
reflection

forgive the clarity
these senses
not quite like
the rest

here I stand
a perfect blend
against
the open air

Is anybody there?

Armand Hamouth

AN EYE

2008-11-07T09:57:00.010-05:00

FOR

AN EYE

parts we borrow
cleanse our sorrow
a very large wheel
a demons squeal

Crucifixion
Reincarnation

hands rise up high
reach for the sky
show their color red
the evil are these dead

Midnight
Moonlight

Armand Hamouth

CLINK!

2008-11-07T09:46:00.007-05:00

THE LIME

IS MINE

I thought,
first I saw her.
I could feel her purr!!!!
I jot
down her number
had I cables I would have jumped her
Engine!

A strawberry red blond
made for sin
and me with a magic wand

Martini in hand
I sang with the band
I had the spirit
for it

Head first
felt the glass burst
tried to dive
into my drink
for a lousy five
cheers, clink!!!!

Did I mention my nurse
who I tried to coerce????

Armand Hamouth

JUST HERE FOR THE RIDE

2008-11-03T11:56:00.014-05:00

HIGH

ON LIFE

KNOWLEDGE, THE MUSIC OF LOVE
LIEs
TURNs YOUR HEART FROM ABOVE
DIEs

So the truth,
is a whore in a knock off gown
Still uncouth,
your hitch leaves you with a frown

Eternal, springs a leak
Fidelity, ruptures
long live the Queen of sneak
The Joker conquers.

Night turns,
It churns,
Bars of ugly notes, and off key strokes.
We dread sleep, the nightmares it evokes

The clown teases,
“She doesn’t love you, love you anymore.”
Never eases
“Your lovers gone, without an encore”

The air’s chilly
C’est tout. Fini!

LOVE LIED,
AN ALARM WAS SET
YOU SIGHED
ON THE DAY WE MET?

And now switch. Free verse, hop on.

Turn the crank.
POP!
Can’t escape mental jail.
POP!
Can’t hear my silenced heart.
POP!
Can’t feel dried out tears.
POP!
Can’t see happy memories
POP!
Pop goes the easel!

End of Free Verse, time you leave.

back to poetic form at its core.
the clown teases,
“she doesn’t love you, love you, anymore!”
hurt never eases!

That is story love
It says goodbye
A free flying dove
It is set in dye

That is love
You get back on the roller coaster
That is love
Hang on tight like bread in the toaster

Armand Hamouth

THE UNTOUCHABLES

2008-10-30T08:23:00.032-04:00

STICKS

AND STONES

I can see beyond the rainbow

the jagged rocks it embraces

Rainbows are intangible

you can't pocket them.

they emboss

a deeply rooted happiness

on the human face

a positive footprint,

rainbows are

BEAUTIFUL!

The pragmatic mind

has no time for the inanimate.

They understand rocks,

They understand weapons,

The understand 'concrete'

but
what of
PEACE!

Weapons!,
can be pocketed,

they
can
be
held

but they are...

UGLY!!!!

Armand Hamouth

CANDLES BURN OUT

2008-10-24T08:39:00.005-04:00

Without A Flicker

To glide
ride the blue
fantasies
from my pores seep.

Look your eyes

Worship,
our hides mingle
this slice of we lingers.

You cradle
my love.
And I?
in
awe of you.

The end
when my wick
no longer burns.
Our memories, and
thankful for the journey.

Even
without a flicker
you’ll be
a part of me.

Armand Hamouth

FRIENDS

2008-10-23T06:07:00.013-04:00

THE 'F' WORD

They seed your ego.

Their words
chocolate coated
smile
and melt sweetly,
on your taste buds.

BUDS?

shed tears

From the heart?

you’d swear they were real.

The Crocodile Type?

and

when tragedy befalls,
write you straight in the eyes
not a vowel will blink.

Believe?
Your gentle nature craves it.

Their SMILIES
laugh.

between a well timed a pause,
they call you friend,
Once, Twice
Ad infinitum,
,
Real?

A kiss on the lips,
read
mmmmoi,
HUG,

leave their scent,
Suggest acts

lips move,
and,
captions appear
But you know,
and your head lowers.

Make believe?
YES!
you're in a cartoon.
NO
you are the cartoon.

You can't walk
where there are no grounds.

Everyone’s long gone
The sudden stop,
breaks you..

No one catches you.

You want to believe,
but you are a rabbit in a hat

nothing up my sleeves

Abracadabra

Poof.

Armand Hamouth

THE CAROUSEL

2008-10-22T14:59:00.011-04:00

Love Can't

Buy Friends

you do your best
shrug your shoulders,
take one last look,

the stud with the vibrant finish,
the innocent looking bench,
the painted Ram,
the only Unicorn
the long necked Giraffe,
the stripped Zebra

they,
pushed you off,

good friends,
stab you in the front,
isn't that what they use to say,

guess it was the,
wrong Carousel,
reproductions,
and forged signatures;
no beads of passion
not on these carvings.

you remount ,
the black horse
a two leg stance
flames that flair

the same circle,
same ride at the fair,
around you go again,

you do your best.

Armand Hamouth

AND TWO MAKES ONE

2008-10-21T07:30:00.026-04:00

RIDDLE ME

THIS

Before what I'm thinking I lived a half-life

Here's a clue it was a gift from my wife

No it’s not a multi purpose Swiss knife

Yes definitely the music, but not a fife

It is the reason I smile through my strife

The love in me for the answer is rife

Give up? You both! My daughters. My life.

Armand Hamouth

A TOUCH OF YOU

2008-10-18T07:34:00.007-04:00

SIMPLY HER!

Her,

intensely,
passionately,
singularly,
emphatically,

her.

Her

simply my world.

Her

juices echo,
a unique melody
cooling,
burning hot,
notions
visions,
wants,
needs.

Her

trickles out,

my lick
my bite,
my pucker,
my clef,
smears flesh.

Her lingers.

Her a taste,

Her?

a touch of you.

Armand Hamouth

HEAVEN

2008-10-13T19:39:00.014-04:00

NAKED AS WE ARE

JUST

Naked as we are

Covered in a vintage champagne of lust
I feast on the fruit of the original sin
Its sweet burning nectar, and the char of your skin
Insatiable our desire to the devil we entrust

You rob me of all my restrain
Strip my skin peel my every sense
I travel every crevice every grain
Flesh on flesh, we make no pretense

At the peak of your faint
Lost in the ecstasy of your kiss
I am covered in your taint
A prisoner of your sexual bliss

Captured in the walls of your reverence
Let me never face another day
Or ever feel a single sun ray
Now is the heaven of my existence

Naked as we are

Armand Hamouth

A WHISPER ECHOES, UNCUT.

2008-10-12T17:10:00.007-04:00

BEYOND THE

MOUNTAIN TOP

You are the Evergreen
that scents the raging cold of my winters.

The laughter beneath the all too serious.

You are the calm
that soothes my racing thoughts.

The smile that garnishes and flavors
the otherwise bitter taste of regret.

The thorns and petals
in perfect measure.

You are the path
at the proverbial fork in the road.

The perfectly carved filly
on this crowded merry-go-round
of plain old benches.

And we,
once
perfect strangers
now
lovers with hearts in sync.

This is not meant to be a loud boast
from a mountain top.

Just a few quiet words
to say
Thank You,
and
Thank God.

Armand

VOID

2008-10-12T08:13:00.012-04:00

SILENCE

Now,
I need the noise to stop
To lower my voice when I speak
To listen intensively

To write less
To read more

Now
is the time for silence

To ignore the roar of the crowds
The well meaning advice of friends
The screams and attacks on my worth
The sound of my own internal bark
The echo of the laughter behind my back

Now
is the time for silence

Quietly and meekly
Softly with out weight
My full body across a bridge
Of rice paper, walking

Now
is the time for silence

My presence
Camouflaged

Now!

Love,
Armand Hamouth

WHAT THEN (in poetic prose)

2008-10-11T07:50:00.005-04:00

EXERCISING MY VOICE

This one’s for mine in kind.
What then,
what did you think you’d find,
your hen?

Would you strip me of my passion?
Extinguish my flame?
Am I no longer in fashion?
Did you think me lame?

Slither on the ground
and hide under a rock?
Here I am, still around,
watch me prance like a Cock

No excuses,
just revving up.
Watch my juices
still just a pup.

Turn me inside out
even pop out my eyes
if you have doubt.
Check me like merchandise,

you who are devout.
My will I possess.
It can not be bought.
I won’t acquiesce.

I am not just an afterthought!

If the roar of the malcontent
called out their lament
my silence would circumvent
their original intent.

I won't give up for what I fought!

I am a giant red oak
adjusts to the wind
all your saws won’t provoke.
I can't be skinned.

You want to change me?
You Sir, are in the wrong field.
No, not this old tree.
you won't, you can’t break this shield.

There are no sheep here,
I won’t apologize.
So sorry my dear,
I don’t compromise.

This particular shaped block
will never fit your round hole.
Let's just call this a deadlock.
I'm one you'll never steamroll!

Armand Hamouth

ON HIS GIFT

2008-10-09T07:43:00.004-04:00

BILL SIENKIEWICZ

Water runs from
My one eye
His colors stunning
Send me

Oils covers canvas
Leave barely a
Piece untouched
Just white

It is waves tidal
Mangled trees
That stand
A horrid orchid

Nature crippled
The ugly
Beautiful
In his hands

Finally I break in tears

I sprout wings and soar
For just a moment
Angels hold me
Gladly share
The sky

For a moment in time
I am a King
Crown and all

Armand Hamouth

UMBILICAL CORD

2008-10-08T20:32:00.033-04:00

PUZZLE PIECES

An umbilical cord swings
on a grandfather clock,
strikes a Church Bell
next to the synagogue,
where a cantor
reads Erotic poetry
to a College Group,
in a business seminar,

A bald Donald Trump
plays a guitar
strung with his hair
that a
woman brushes
in Iraq, in
the middle of a football field,
where both Teams lose.

A player squashes Red Ants
starring in a play
directed by Des Macnuff
hosted by Colin Mochery
who Sentences
Bill Gates to
Ten Years in jail,
who Googles Warren

Buffet,
and the crowds fill their plates,
scoring it a hit
James Carvel scores
the winning run,
and run
Dennis Miller
does
tripping on an inane
combination of words,

Sung
to the
tune-up
the Popes Mobile
who blesses
a sneezing
Chinese President,
while Arnold flexes his muscles
to the crackle of the Burning

Bush,
pushes an
850lb Atomic Barbell.
Sadam dressed
in Hilfiger black
hangs
fearless and unremorseful
too late to put
in hospital.

A new child
enters the fray,
crossed fingers,
Hope?
Bob, up and down
on your knees
Praying,

Mantis
an alcoholic
quotes
“Do not ask
for whom
the bell

Tolls
on the highway to
another
day,
Days of our lives,
click
news
the weather
or not

Too hot for October
November follows,
another year
another never ending
Why?
Answered
succinctly
in the silence
of acid
tears.

Armand Hamouth

............

A LOVELY CHILL

2008-10-07T18:29:00.009-04:00

CAROL'S EYES

My Love,

would you mind if I took the time,

to share a lovely chill that tickles my smile?

It's your eyes!

I'm afraid that I lose myself in them.

In their promise.

In their million shades of a million blues.

I have to confess they inspire in me

a dark red desire,

a desire that flares with a devilish pucker in a place I won't mention
now,
( later, alone,
I'll tell you in a whisper
but I deviate)

When your eyes touch mine,

my thoughts hitchhike on highway mischief
like a teenager barefoot on scorching hot slate.

Sometimes,
my sweet
I imagine
diving head first
into our locked stare.

There I bathe in the milk of your

DREAM EYES

And in the fix of my wake
I reach the surface drenched
in the solitude
of your loving glare.

I feel compelled to tell you that my body,
my whole body,
trembles in my admiration of them.

What I am trying to say,
my love,
is...

OH MY GOD,

YOUR EYES!

Armand Hamouth

SPEECH

2008-10-06T13:40:00.005-04:00

TWISTED WORDS!

COMMUNICATION.
ugly dreams
body soaked,
yellow-headed weeds.

blacker than night
spin right
then left.

a large target,
crimes.

surrounded,
circle the wagons.

important words
soap bubbles,
pop!

intent
action
merge!

people taken back.

misunderstood?,
heat of the moment?,
ridiculous importance,
words!,

written,
spoken,
ineffectual!,
COMMUNICATION.

Armand Hamouth

WITH KATHARINE

2008-10-05T11:49:00.012-04:00

Co-written With Katharine

THE CREATIVE MIND

IN THE CITY

the sun lights a blazing sheet of white seeded in diamonds

creative genius is a snowfall
angels descend from the clouds

unique
blankets the gray

silk scarf
pearl necklace
a dove in flight
a cornucopia of north stars against
a pure white evening sky

engines burn

grit your teeth

masses trudge all over
your virgin piece,
peace.

creative genius is
fresh fallen snow

still untouched.

Armand/Katharine Hamouth

A VERY ROUGH DRAFT

2008-10-03T08:33:00.020-04:00

IN THE PAINFOREST

Apathy
is the shame
of our generation.

It
is the time
to act,
before the curtain
closes.

Unchain the Mountains
whisper in their ears
to cut and run.

Spring the clouds
the white the gray the black
tell them to scamper and fast.

Pardon the forests
suggest they uproot
and skedaddle, leave.

Discharge the fields,
the hills
the valleys
pay their cab fare and
send them on their way.

Absolve the waters,
open the faucets,
everywhere
drain it,
all of it,
drain it
dry.

Wind-up
the fliers, the crawlers,
the prancers, the hoppers,
the jumpers, the leapers,
the dancers, the runners
the swimmers,
give 'em a push
watch 'em
escape,
scoot,
vamoose.

Tell the piper to bring the children
play his magic flute,
its time to blow
this Popsicle stand
time to mission
to somewhere else.

Deflate it all
don't bother packing
dash, trot, speed walk
exit
stage left
or right.

Abandon
what you can't grab.

Throw a lit match
on the way out.

Let it all implode in
its own gasses

This book
Has reached
its last chapter,
its last page,
its final word .

When the stench
of rotting flesh
subsides
give me a holler.

then,

we will return.

Armand Hamouth

IN THE VERNACULAR

2008-10-01T09:34:00.005-04:00

KNOCK KNOCK

We bleed in a multi - spectrum of paint swatches

We breathe the exhaust of weeping willows

Plugged into a wall of green foliage
our fuel is a rare chloroform.

Organs, drenched in the acid bite
of a deadly virus.

Even prayers flow like a silence
and fall before reaching ears.

Test tubes are the messengers of our work.

Who will answer your door.

Armand Hamouth

KALEIDESCOPE EYES

2008-09-27T11:31:00.005-04:00

A DARK

CLIMB

A few missing pieces,
three blind eyes,
pink butterflies
and a lonely guitar.

My psychedelic lies
flow down
black and white swirls
checker board squares.

black on black
blind in life
blind in death

who will save
save me from

Frozen with fear
gray clouds
won't burst
won't sting.

Black clouds
with
their long
lit streaks.

Where is the man
who parted the waters,
the large belly,
the long beard,
Where is the one
whose image is me

who will save
save me from

Wounded hands
refuse to speak
e-people die
no sins
mine or yours.

Women
bleeding lilies
no time
twisted clocks.
Razor blades
on their tongues.

Strum a lonely shape
strings bite
play.
Tips break
skin and bone
show too many
fret less strokes

who will save
save me from

me.

Armand Hamouth

NOTE FOR NOTE

2008-09-23T17:52:00.004-04:00

JUST THE MUSIC

I will sing you a song without using my voice
Not a note will I draw no scale to look at
Listen because in two lines I’ll start by choice
Now the music, I’ve laid the welcome mat

An iris purple and green
A squirrel from winter lean
Oceans Lakes Rivers and Seas
Doors and gates without keys

A warm yellow sun that doesn’t harm
A happy family working their farm
A wanted warming kiss on the lips
A dance with steps and dips

An ice cream well held and enjoyed in a child’s hand
Parents and children listening to the same band
An awe inspiring experience with the outdoors
That lion at a great art film the one that roars

That was just the music you listened to
I‘ll work on adding the lyrics too
Words that compliment my tune
By the next phase of the moon

Armand Hamouth

THE BEAUTY

2008-09-22T07:17:00.004-04:00

OF PROSTITUTION

In the shine of the night
and the dark of the light

In the game they easily call life
A slice of or the cut of a knife

Where we all sit like a lonely moon
And listen to the cry of the loon

Enough, spread your ah silky wings
It's not like we're exchanging rings

Let us make fun of the world and together laugh
We won't worry and I'll pay you time and a half

let us pretend this is not a game that we play
I'll pay you more let's be in love just for today

I know my dove
This is not love

if you won't play
let us not lay

now it is the time to bend
after all that is your end

Armand Hamouth

AKA

2008-09-21T20:52:00.003-04:00

MY DAUGHTERS

FROM HEART TO PAPER UNEDITED

For every tear you shed from hurt
physical or emotional
For every tear you shed from shame
rightly or wrongly

My loves

my heart sheds a beat

I never knew love
Until I knew you
I love you both
from my tippie toes
to the peak
of my silver threads

Don't hurt my dears
But when you do
I will hold you tight
Encase your fears
Minimize the pain

And when my heart bleeds
or slightly feels a crack
It's because my daughters
your lives before mine.

Armand Hamouth

TRANSFUSIONS BY THE PINT

2008-09-21T10:27:00.010-04:00

THE PEN, THE KEYS,

THE MICROPHONE

i think they expected blood
when they first cut him
with their razor sharp piano wires

wrong

ink not blood cells flowed
poems and stories
plays, essays and jokes

his ideas
her thoughts spilled unto the streets
covered the concrete
the pavement too
each and every dash of white
that mark the roads
a verse became

first one and then another

lined up
in a chaotic
disciplined
structured
straight
double line

the yellow lines bucked
fought like wild stallions

but eventually she won
and he corralled them into simple thoughts

they came looking for death
they found us
we don’t bleed
i warned them
they are
morally
blind
deaf
dumb

they dare to raise a foil

the pen is
and always will be
mightier than the sword

the moral i fear
you can not

delete
satisfy
pay off
over feed
a taste for meat

humans came upon the earth violent
the species behave like vampire
left to their own devices
one day we would be down to one
and the winner is
we all know how that story ends

we will not let it happen
pens in hand
we will write
swirl
curl
punctuate
underline

we will strike the keyboard
like drums of peace
or
even speak through a microphone thing

we will win by any peaceful means
a ruthless peace
be afraid
be very afraid
we are armed

olive branches
words of love
poignant
full circle ideas
we are armed
with the word
one

En Guard

Armand Hamouth

THERE IS NO POINT TO THIS

2008-09-21T04:03:00.005-04:00

A WASTELAND

Coffee Grinds
Moldy bread
Lemon rinds
Salad shred

Images float
A daydream
Flying boat
Heavy cream

Not worth
A dime
Or birth
This rhyme

Needles pins
Spine play
Garbage bins
Left yesterday

Armand Hamouth

To Be Honest...

2008-09-16T07:15:00.009-04:00

AFFAIRS OF

THE HEART

Her smile thawed my winter bulb.

Her voice led me,
out of a massive depression!

She dissolved the cobwebs
that had saturated my brain.

She grew paper whites,
healed my seized up bones
added a spring in my walk.

Nevertheless,
here the story takes a twist.

In the process,
my fears were never dismissed.

Love is not always kind
Scared I left her behind,
built a bigger maze
hid in its haze.

I wonder if she thinks of me
The woman I no longer see.

Just Numb
a ship come and gone
ho-hum,
I'll pass on the baton.

end of the story
no guts no glory

Armand Hamouth

A THORN BY

2008-09-15T17:45:00.007-04:00

LOVE

Love is

the distinct fragrance
of her
beneath the perfume
she wears

the space
between
you
and the ground

not just
the petals
of the rose
but the thorns
that wonderful bite
draws your
boiling hot blood

the hug nature returns
when you are together

a tight
focused view
her lips
on a
succulent fruit
the liquid smile
that follows

it is being enrobed
in each others warmth
the laughter harmonized
in the music of your real

Love is
everything
and nothing

it engages you
in the wealth
of doing
nothing together
and that
is everything

Armand Hamouth

Drama Queen

2008-09-13T11:19:00.006-04:00

A KISS IN

BLACK AND WHITE

A movie kiss

No ones man
you can’t indulge

enjoy
the cuffing
of lips

your tears
identify you
give you up
shackle
your wrists
confess to
your folly

be careful of the man
with the white suit
blood shows well
against pure light
his stains
yell loudly

when a couple
kiss
in a movie
I cry

it’s the romance
It draws
my tears
even a simple one
in black and white
I always cry

Armand Hamouth

WOMEN

2008-09-12T09:12:00.004-04:00

Woman

She can see for miles beyond her view
I saw her pick light from the midnight sky

She is a sister
A healer
A scientist
A leader
A singer

She is a wife
A musician
A poet
A grandmother
A philosopher

She is a friend
An Inventor
A Politician
An Astronaut
A visionary

She is the Gate of life
Your mother
A nurturer
A protector

She is the Gate of Heaven
Your nurse
A hand
An Angel

She isn’t rare
I see her everywhere
She is
Simply
woman

Armand Hamouth

CAROL

2008-09-11T09:38:00.007-04:00

LETTERS

MOVE ME

“C”
cool breeze
beckons me
calm voice
over thunder

“A",
me

“R”
rolling
sweeps,
an emerald isle
returns,
held dear

“O”
what I feel

“L”,
live,
love,

laugh
lots,

recently
certain
letters
complete
me
unravel,
a puzzle lived

finally,

the missing peace

Armand Hamouth

A SINGLE TEAR

2008-09-10T07:15:00.008-04:00

A POEM WRITTEN

IN PROSE

I do not draw well,
but I can fake it
and I’m a great doodler

Regardless
I decided to draw love
for a friend in peril
for a friend in need.

Nothing common
like hearts,
clouds,
angels,
or cupid
she is more
special than that.

I wasn't looking for just
a representation of love,
a picture of
flowers
and
candles
and
chocolates
the situation
called for more .

Nor
did I want it to be
what love might mean
with nature at the forefront
with oceans and mountains

Or
beyond nature
stars and moons
or even galaxies.

Affection
and
even sex
is a marvelous
part of love
but it is not love.

There
would be no
hugs,
embraces,
kisses
or hands holding.

I
wanted
it to be
love
not about love.
I
wanted
it to be
unique
at least to me
something
new
something
fresh.

I practiced
and
drew it repeatedly
and
finally,
I was
satisfied.

I drew a tear
a single tear
that contained
my sorrow
my fear
my shock
that contained
our laughter
our joy
our zeal

and
if you looked
carefully
if you looked
through the tear,
you could see it there

clear as day
my
LOVE
on the
other side
of
my tear.

Armand Hamouth

A PIECE

2008-09-09T15:55:00.023-04:00

PART AND PARCEL

Components of an unfinished opus

Fragments
Of memory

Shards
Of time

Pieces
Of truth

Parts
Of concrete

Slivers
Of work

Bits
Of writing

Parcels
Of potential

Shreds
Of dignity

Segments
Of reality

Parts
Of choice

Slices
Of blindness

Chunks
Of good

Patches
Of evil

Defined by morsels of devoured crumbs.

Armand Hamouth

IT'S YOUR WORLD

2008-09-09T15:47:00.007-04:00

CAUTION TO THE WIND

Let us shatter the ills of time
Never be chained by numbers
Let our passion evolve beyond restrains
Never succumb to the padlocks of logic

We can seed the vacuums of space
Leave the boundaries of ‘common sense’
We can live a wild romp of infinite joy
Leave the constraints of physical walkways

Make random sounds in harmony
Knit your flesh to mine as one singular explosive weave
Make and sew in new fabrics into the skin of our planet
Crochet dreams and reality as our new existence

Be our intensity
Breathe in, our unique ways
Do our love
Walk in our defiance

Social acceptance?
Tables and chairs?
Hell no!

Happy to buck the trend
Live in a world of our own making!

Armand Hamouth

A TOUCH OF STEEL

2008-09-08T08:03:00.006-04:00

DRUNK WITH

EXPOSURE

Without a knock
I Slide in
on a kind invitation
My touch
barely focused
I taste
Tantalized

hunt,
pure and
unarmed
lungs
with wind
in breast

Merge
feed on the divine

I bite the dirt
and
lick the lake

touch with
eyes
an endless
glare

I swagger
away
a jubilation
all too
real

Drunk
with
exposure.

Armand Hamouth

ON CONSCIOUSNESS

2008-09-08T06:48:00.006-04:00

A Rude Awakening

She was pushing
To evict me

She owned
My dwellings

But
what of my rights

The whore
spread her legs
Solicited
an accomplice

I was defenseless
An unprovoked attack

Before long
Exposed

Pulling
In cahoots
with the bitch

My fate was sealed
They had won

Banished
My peaceful
existence stolen

The noise
was deafening

It was
on that day
I started
to die.

Armand Hamouth

SHE DIDN'T

2008-09-06T17:14:00.009-04:00

WHEN THE FIRE

BURNS OUT

my heart
she didn’t
break it
not really
it's not made of glass
or
harden it
as if it were concrete

she didn’t
tear it out of my chest
make me cry
or bleed

she didn’t
even try

my reality
just mine
that's fine

true
a lonely cell
rings
flat
i'm sorry
she's not here
anymore.

Armand Hamouth

SIGNED, UNDELIVERED, I'M GONE!

2008-09-06T12:13:00.009-04:00

You Had Me At Goodbye!

Took down the
'For Sale' sign

Threw in the
white flag

Embalmed it
like a stiff in a fridge
Sealed it
with a musical lick
Packaged it
with airplane black box wrap

I hid it
it’s sitting with Hoffa

Finished
Over

Took its last bow
Curtains Closed

I wrapped it in wire
Barbed!

This heart of mine.

Armand Hamouth

HEAT

2008-09-06T08:25:00.005-04:00

Just another day

In the now
of our discontent
we wade through
a garden of weeds.

We
speak,
even curse,
at the sky
as if it had ears.

We
the children
of our own making.

Imagination leads us
as we fight for
our 'insanity'!

Inmates
remain collected,
collected
in their
own contradictions.

In the
cool temperaments
of The Institution,
they rake us
into piles
of burning leaves.

They seek
to dine on the ‘mad’
feast on a dinner
of the masses.

Having sodomized
Mother Earth
they gather
the corrupt.

Forces assemble
iron bars in hand,
forged
in the heat
of the moment.

Just another day
bodies
destroyed
without a thought.

With no one
left to draw upon
the world is
but
a catastrophe
waiting to happen.

Still ruled
by the elected
and no leaders in site
fear rules.

What?,
when the devil sees
he is fighting
his own demons.

Where are
the wings
of gold,
or at
the very
least

The Meek?

Armand Hamouth

PART THREE?

2008-09-04T07:52:00.004-04:00

Bones Rattle

Part one:

And even as this spills unto the page
I smell the trouble we are in friends
We might have reached the point of no return
We endure our ways to merely exist these days
The majority cares less and less or not at all
Carry the weight all by ourselves?
Might as well file our nails!

Part two:

Restricted by our humanity
Dismiss genders
A Leather Bound Fable
We are all brothers
A hotel room drawer
Let them eat cake
Crosses
Flavor is not the issue
Excuses
Diverse your tastes
Murder!
Death comes too soon
The reaper
Doesn’t seek
skins
Doesn’t want
Bodies
Dressed human flesh
Drenched
multitudes of fragrances
Dominates
our day to day
Ends!

Armand Hamouth

RING OF EARTH

2008-09-04T07:01:00.005-04:00

A CHANGE

OF WORLDS

Piercing of bone,
ring of earth,
necklace of vine,
now the moon rises
every morning.

A chest filled
with words,
images,
a poets bloom.

Artist’s
colors,
nuclear!

Falls
African
atoms split
waters.

Putty,
Molded.
An abyss.

A trance,
a state of frenzy.
a blanket of dark.

A blade,
a breast bone
a heart shaped hell.

Gods with
boundless,
strength.

Innocence
worn
like
jewelry!

A collage of exquisiteness,
of creatures,
of multitudes,
of bold backgrounds,

Collections of vision,
neatly cataloged
neatly saved,
within the womb
Of Mother Nature

Our Planet
and all its delicacies
now saved
in the journal
of Father Time.

As the clock ticks
and the embryo develops
a new day approaches.

The end
and
The beginning,
One,

And
fade,
And

Armand Hamouth

THE SCENT OF BETRAYAL

2008-09-03T18:42:00.007-04:00

SORRY?

So I see you look my way,
did you have something to say?

I have heard all the whispers
so would you care to speak face to face?
You know your words have spurs
I've noticed you use them like mace.

We have seen the evil you hide
In the cover of the night.
The thoughtless few with which you ride
I have no desire to fight.

I’ll soak in the rays of gentleness.
Lay in the comfort of kindness.
Always get my full nights sleep,
as you sow so shall you reap.

So I see you look my way
did you have something to say?

Armand Hamouth

MY WORLD

2008-09-03T11:41:00.002-04:00

HER

Her

Simply,
my world.

Her

Nectar of juice
playing
trickling,
cooling,

Seared flesh!
,
Her

smears,
flavors,
rings,
pierces,

Cool lips!

Her

bite
touch
lick
taste

Flexed abs!

She is

The bloom
that through concrete grows,
the promise it whispers.

A concert inside
a single note of music,
the crystal clear sound of passion.

A fleeting second, a brief moment,
cherished with no regrets
In my own molded universe
Carol is time.

HER

Simply,
my world.

Armand Hamouth

MONOTONE

2008-09-03T06:35:00.002-04:00

HIGHWAYS IN

THE CLOUDS

In every sound of the crickets at night
In the humidity that floats the air
So is the sweat on my brow
So is the music of my want

Dreams hidden in the vast wasteland of the desert
Prick like the cactus plants that inhabit it.

A butterfly in a child’s net.

My life hums in a monotone of nothingness.

My heart cries the voyage of my own tears.
Speak their words,
as they splatter, and
evaporate on the blazing hot concrete.

Destined to abuse and lose my abilities,
I live in a hell of my own making,

Save the images,

I create on the highways of
the clouds of my solitude.

Armand Hamouth

ARMS THAT HOLD

2008-09-02T17:03:00.004-04:00

I'LL FIND YOU

when you’re thirsty
or hungry for a meal
when a table for one seems scary
or one menu doesn't feel right

I’ll be on the next flight

when you have worries
and life stresses you out
when friends don’t understand
and you chomp at the bit

I’ll be your ear ‘no bout adout it’

if you’ve lost a memento
or worse your self worth
if your eyes see a mirror’s lies
or worse just points out an unlike

I’ll fix your psyche

whether it’s now
even if it’s later
whether it’s a second
even if it's forever

I'll be present just older.

if you’re ever lonely
and desire a man
if you want arms that hold
and lips to lock on too

I'm here waiting for you!

Armand Hamouth

TRITE

2008-09-02T15:04:00.002-04:00

THE FRENZY OF

MY FANCY

I was lulled into a trance,
on roofs the rain would dance
me in a state of frenzy,
inanity was my fancy.

Even the words I would mutter
like a hot knife through butter.

A collage of creatures,
with distinct features
life small and large
all on the same barge.

A million bold backgrounds
a million unidentified sounds.
Visions become words I write
still it all feels so trite.

My belief strengthens
I thank the heavens.
A fleeting second,
gladly beckoned.

A brief moment
barely a fragment.

Always cherish,
still I flourish.

Never regret,

once we met.

Armand Hamouth

GHOST

2008-09-01T08:45:00.001-04:00

CELLULOID

There is a ghost in my blog,
hovers in the background,
inspires me!

If you squint your eyes
you can see him hiding.

Shades of purple on purple.

That is not really a tear
below his eye
it is a scar, filled
with joy and sorrow.

That is life,
contrast!

That is who he is
only slightly visible
but he is
contrast!

He is waiting for his release.

Maybe,
one day soon
his creative voice
will be heard again.

Maybe,
one day soon
he will leave the shadows,

SPEAK!

From a wooden riser
where his talents lay
direct the traffic
on a stage.

For the players,
for the writer,
for the designers,
for the total.

Dialogue off the pages,
simply telling the story
dressed for the occasion
orchestrated to the written notes
dancing to the sound of the music.

As
conceived
As
intended

To bring to life
To celebrate
To engage
To move
And more.

There is a ghost in my blog,
hovers in the background.

Can you see him?
Do you feel him?
Can you hear him?
Do you fear him?

Please don’t,
he is only me.

Armand Hamouth

HERE IT IS

2008-09-01T07:58:00.002-04:00

WHAT ABOUT

IT

Have you ever played with it?
Even if just a bit.

Or thrown it.
Because you were in a snit.

Did you ever eat it?
Then throw out the pit.

Or caught it.
In your mitt.

Would you yell at it?
In a momentary fit.

Or might you with it?
Have a comfortable sit.

If your with it.
You’re sure to be a hit.

When annoyed by it.
Is it your teeth you grit?

When you didn’t get it.
Where you called a half-wit?

Have you ever flown it?
I mean sat in the cockpit.

Have you assembled it?
From a bought kit.

And when you want it
Do you go ahead and commit.

Have you stayed with it?
While you had to housesit.

Did you rub or hide it?
Under your armpit.

Or somehow lost it.
And have to admit.
It was you misplaced it.
Who then was mad and backbit?

Took off with it.
Like a bandit.

Have you stood on it?
Held on to the bowsprit.
And while you were on it
Did you catch a net of brit?
Or were you on it?
With a friendly Brit.
Did you really decide to do it?
Because you two were close-knit.

Have done with it.
Because it’s unfit.
Well what about it?
Are you the culprit?

That’s the thing about it.
You just submit.
I mean to it.
Like it’s backlit.
I still mean it.
Like it’s sunlit.
Still speaking of it
As if purposely moonlit.

I know very well of it
It passed me in a flit.

What is it?
Made me omit.
That sometimes it.
Can be an outfit.
Or that at some other times it.
Can be nothing more than a zit.

Did you ever showcase it?
Had it floodlit.
Or did Nature feature it
Was it also starlit?
Did beauty surround it?
Would it a King befit?
And who paid for it?
Did you pick up the chit?

Have you ever done it?
Did you to love submit?

When you come down to it.
It is just a tidbit.

I have often succeeded in buying it.
I usually did with my available credit.

And if I couldn’t use it.
Would they think me a dimwit?

When I have eaten it.
I sometimes did emit.
Not a big it.
More like a flit.

When I stayed out in it.
I ended up being frostbit.

That’s the thing about it.
Sometimes you need to pinch-hit.

And if it.
Involves a slit.
Well then it.
Would be twilit.
That’s how I like it.
When the time is legit.

With who is it?
Not a half-wit.

My mom did it.
Yes she would knit.

Also my friend sprayed it.
Afraid it was a nit.

Use a banana with it.
To make a split.

To talk into it.
Only to transmit.
To send it.
Your honed wit.

To do it.
Never quit.
Perform it.
In a skit.

And receive it.
An unwanted writ.
What about it.
Are you unfit?

Chewed on it.
Only to spit.

Or write it.
In Sanskrit.

When it comes right down to it
You do know I would be remit
If I did not say this about it
It can be, oops, yes a tit
And that’s it!

Armand Hamouth

INTERNET TROLLS

2008-09-01T07:05:00.002-04:00

ON DEALING

WITH TROLLS

insects

their annoying buzzing
and those blood bites
involuntary donors
leave an itch

their constant hovering
attracted to the lights
let me interrupt
with a well placed

SWAT!

GONE,

just like that

insects

Armand Hamouth

Paper Soldiers

2008-08-30T06:33:00.002-04:00

Too Young

It was war
Blood and gore

One by one they lined up and took their designated places
They stood across from one another with their war faces.

Battles are dark
I wear the mark
The General yelled for ammunition
Loaded and released without hesitation

His aim is sure
But less than pure

The wounded are removed from the field
Both sides are determined and neither yield

Young Teenage boys
Playing with toys

One side will win this hard fought battle
Bodies will fall and treated like cattle

Children maimed
No one blamed

The winners get one point for their effort
But both teams leave covered in dirt

Except for one youngster
Decides he’s no soldier

Even in the worse of instincts lays hope
Not every man smokes violence like dope

Our folly continues
With few breakthroughs

Playing high school football can be futile
So many young boys lie on a broken pile

That is the crime
Cut in their prime

One boy will be forever called ‘wimp’
As he bravely leaves with a life long limp

Just like war
Blood and gore
...

Armand Hamouth

DEEPER

2008-08-29T08:43:00.006-04:00

A MEASURE OF MATTER

And if my love for you was greater
would not all the trees courtesy,
the animals pause to look.

All the oxygen that covers the water would certainly rise,
feed and sustain the breath of my emotion.

Mountains would shed their peaks like tears of joy.

Deserts serve up their fruits, their prickly pears peeled on a platter.

Sunset would pause and sunrise hurry all at once
and exist in a paradox to please the force of my reverence.

Petals would climb their stems and regroup to bloom again.

All the crawlers somehow cocoon into butterflies.

The skies would willingly shape it, etch it, paint it, and frame it in clouds.

The planet would swell,
and the galaxies expand.

The heavens would open
for angels to look.

The devils pit, without choice erupt with cooling winds,
and an almighty voice would boom in festive laughter.

In the endless depth of my love,
I hold you dear,
safely contained in my impish smile

and I am yours

for now,
forever,
more.

Armand Hamouth

YESTERDAY'S PUDDLE

2008-08-29T08:34:00.006-04:00

Painted

Puddles from yesterday’s rainstorms
and logs in the fireplace that warms.
Carefully painted hearts,
and oven baked tarts.

Cut-out doilies,
Made up stories.
Fresh whipped milk chocolate,
tickles a child’s palate,
and a well thrown pigskin
easily caught on a backspin.

Your hopes and dreams surely will last forever
If you hold them dear and don't let go. Never.

Armand Hamouth