Archive for December, 2011

“the unwaking”

i rise to the cold
and to the distant sound of rain,
triumphant in the morning wake.
the birdsong follows me in the showering light!

i amble over stony gravel,
a scratching song beneath my feet.
familiar is the rhythm of the day?

each new morning my heart is unstrung
and must be tuned anew,
for the shifting day,
a file of papers
and words that flow across copper wires.

the hallways are quiet,
warm air rushes about
while this lonely soul beats out a tapping…
racing hands along the lettered board.

but there will be suprises?
and blue vinyl horses
dressed in their sunset orange might.

there will be devices
and words to create.
thoughts to be delivered
to the weary souls aflight.

come back to me now!
oh day that has gone.
forever in the unwaking silence of sound…

-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 12/27/11

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“above clouds in the beginning”

travel with my thoughts,
mindless with intimate surprise…

i float on clouded seas above faint and snakish rivers,
expanding awkwardly in the dying sun.

i feel slighted and content as i embark on this journey of journeys.

familiar softness resting in my head,
but not of pillows,
truly, rum and juice.

now i fasten my seat belts,
and cry for the love-lost kiss!
descending into darkness,
when once i was high and above such heart-felt meetings.

-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 6/4/97

“cloud splitter”

the wind blows soft secrets into the sternest of ears,
and they will not be denied.
nor will they wait,
for on they blow,
crazy and silent with infinite direction,
paralyzing all
in remembrance of their final thoughts.

but soon they are gone?
forever, they are never left behind.

but i am glassy-eyed,
silent and trembling,
red with tears of sweat,
aching with joyous pain!
for now i know salvation…
in one of it’s many shocking and desperate forms.

-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari (May, 1997)

“i wanna love you”

i wanna love you most every day,
even when the sun and shadows hide you away!

and i wanna love you most every day,
even when the wind,
it blows you away!

even if the sun,
should refuse to shine,
i would lie in bed with you,
until we come undone.

even if the wind,
should refuse to blow,
i would spin my heart in circles,
because i love you so.

i love you
when you’re walking in the sun.
and i love you
when you’re walking in the rain.
i love you
most every way,
because my heart is jaded by
the things you say…

-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 12/23/11

“paint me a picture”

pull the curtain back
and reveal the ivory keys.
reveal the dust of memories…

race the rings of saturn.
and burn their icy bondage.

for here, the blue-day lingers…

blow the ash from those forgotten pages
and place them on your heart.

find the wilted flower,
in the keep-sake box below.

fill me with your memories,
for i have lost my own.

you read like a book now,
where the words have all gone.

you talk like the wind,
in syllables unkown.

i’ve never had…time on my side
but you….
you have created this great divide

so please,
please wipe those tears from your eyes
and tell me why?

why am i wounded?
by your desert walks alone…
driven by the centuries
to the tide-lands of my home

so please!
just paint me a picture,
they say it’s worth a thousand words.
tell me your story
or don’t say…anything!
just lay here in silence,
it’s the simple thing?

-Jason Akhtarekhavari 12/23/11 (in remembrance of the 22nd of December 2011)

“cubit’s knight”

in the swift turn of air
a solemn song dissipates
it turns the shattered leaves
and sends a high chorus
through the great cathedrals of man.
but they are not of stone,
they are built of the soft flesh.
they resonate from the soulful tomb
carving and twisting a vision of beauty,
and in the orange-sweet breath of sound
they live and they die
but never, never are they gone!
passing the broken homes
and scraping the high towers
here in this lofty space…
slowly they dwindle,
slowly they dance by the sweet ear’s of children
the vibrant echo fluttering faster
in the ageless heart of youth.
the dream grows on now!
it tears me from my doldrums
and lifts me into space
forever to remember
this momentary grace

-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 12/23/11 ( inspired by today but written for the past)

“the shuttering heart”

in the deep night,
in the dark night,
surrounded by faces unknown.
truly, it is coldest before the dawn!
but day brings forth no certain promise,
a coldness in the bones that cannot be reached…
i shutter beneath the guilted darkness
the iron wrought of pain
and in the weeping sadness
i find myself still dreaming,
still dreaming again!
and if there is a cleansing wind?
that blows above the earthen sky
let it find a way,
into my shuttering heart
for here i need you now
or in pieces, fall apart…

-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 12/22/11 (Tuesday’s eulogy 12/20/11)

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