RING OF EARTH

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

MY WORLD

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