ECHOES AND WHISPERS - UNCUT

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

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

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

CAROL Love, nothing and everything. With you in the serenity of nothing that my love is everything. Armand

BEYOND

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

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

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