A WHISPER ECHOES, UNCUT.

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

GHOST

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