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

DANDELIONS

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

A RHYMING POEM Tickle your quarrel. Armand Hamouth

A BURNING PASSION

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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