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come to me in the bleach-white darkness
shower me with black-water sparkles
i am the dust of your enemies!
i am alive in your veins!

push me from the vaulted window
i have flown over your victories
you are the star-burst vengeance
elegance in form
you are the raging butterfly
cast out from your tribe

so save us from the wrought-iron castings
bring us safely to shore
for we are your children
and the sons and daughters of those gone before

judge us not in your high esteem
for here we walk the wire broken
you have found us in pieces
we have been shattered by your storm

-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 1/10/12

three smiling faces form an array,
they cast strange doubts.
voices carry through the heavy hinged door,
static builds a shocking sting.

there is no escape from this tower,
the words are too high to jump.
nothing can muffle the repetitive sound,
you are inevitably lost!

notations will be scratched out,
the old journal, a tomb of observations.
a nine-life cat jumps into view,
breathing… and gone just as soon.

you take in the day, carbon filtered…

three chairs line the far wall,
forms appear across the threshold
casting pleasantries as they pass.
the coffee is burnt bitter black,
it singes the back of your throat…
and here come the questions?
though you are long gone,
your voice?
but an echo…

just relax and melt away…

you are merely held up by strings,
frayed and thin to the breaking

perhaps there is ground out there?
or children of light playing in shadows?

in the resolve of despair,
you strike at the chords!
but the tangle grows over,
you are now lost from sight
you are deep in the forest
all alone…

-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 1/10/12

the polished hallways have a story to tell.
they speak of trespass
and broken boundaries spun about.
there is no particular order
in the splendid resonance,
only sporadic creaks and shuffles…
only the spiraling chaos of might…
it makes ruins of once mighty kingdoms.
it bites like a sour cherry on your tongue.
but in the lonesome years that come after,
the sun-burned fog clears.
mighty pillars are seen again
and the harbor is filled with sky-piercing ships.
they have come from tarnished shores,
unknown to the simple of hearts.
they have braved the high waters
and earth shattering sounds.
once again the hallways are active with light,
the flickering footsteps of souls…
they now speak of redemption
and boundaries form tight
crushed by gravity.
it is senseless to run
through a door that revolves,
so turn and walk,
lift the perfumed veil
and discover the ancient ruin!

-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 1/9/12

there is a warm spring to the sun of today!
it has tricked the little trees and
fooled the purposeful bulbs.
they both have put forth little presents
for the beholder to eye.

it is a strange sun,
the sun of this day.
conversation abounds outside
and the wind lacks its rightful chill.

the flow of the breeze
conjures perfect memories
while the gardening hearts are called to gaze.

i am inspired by the ocean i feel,
by the swearing sound of surf
near in the distance.

you are all here with me
to close squinted eyes
to breathe in the brightness
fostered by symbols,
undeciphered, unknown…

me thinks it a gift,
that only few can see,
those here on this island,
surrounded by land.

so raise the boom!
and trim the sails.
we are set adrift no more.
this collection of vessels
we are truly meant to explore…

-Jason Akhtarekhavari 1/6/12

there is a mountain
buried deep in the shadow.
it perfumes the eye of the beholder
with blinding light!

on the slopes
birds make noise
and the travelers
are soaked in sweet mysteries…

those that arrive
are driven deeper.
in the heart of the mountain
a dwelling force grows.

i remember my visit
there in the shadow.
it came from the past,
but the future quickly followed.

something of the divine,
a cathedral of man,
roared in the distant unknown.
all that followed,
knew what came.
it was born on the wind,
and it pulsed through the veins.

when the time came,
tears rolled a swell
down golden found faces.

the bursting heart knew silence
shared with the infinite,
the blissful hum rose!

i carry those dreams,
now here in my pocket
a strange, secret remembrance,
drifting in oneness,
back and down,
to the litter of earth below.
it seemed but an hour,
or was it?
just a moment ago…

-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 1/5/12

think about those soft moments…
render out the harsh
smile at the nervous hands
paint the picture in your mind
it flows from some deep chasm
well formed
in the cotton covered earth
pleased with your senses
you comment and say?
dear darling, dear darling
i must walk away…

-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 1/4/12

the gears rhyme an endless tune
as the papers stack and flow.
windows are down on broadway
and the puzzle pieces fall away.
the trending science of fiction pulls,
racing you through the misshapen streets.
synapses fire the mind,
they fuel the blast of wind-thoughts.
so you escape from the reason you came,
running to the vertical drop…
catch? stop! time is out of frame.
now you wrestle with cherubs
in a cloudy phantom mist
and you rush to the old rusted lantern
to fuel the wick.
the dim orange flutter surrounds
now bound by your childhood
in the old treehouse burned down…

-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 1/4/12

meet me on a swing
in the park
on a lonesome day
but be forewarned
it will be emptied
from the cold sunburst wind

make with me
a two-way pendulum
counting out the beats
of our drumming hearts
but swing not too high
for you might fall

and into my grasp
you will be retained
with colored cheeks

now on to the slide
in the burgeoning day
but not too fast
or the cold steel
may rest you away

be with me
on a hill-fast ride
past the ghosts
of purple summer flowers
counting out the breaths
of our swooning lungs
but don’t breathe too hard
for you might drown
choked with the laughter
that i used to destroy your frown

i am your savior
on this day
your love-trust companion
carried away

for in prose or in poem
i speak from my heart
and with you alone
there will be happiness
cloaked in the dark
just as the evening drawn shutters
hide us from sight
i pull you closer
tied in sheets white
but even as the dawn rise trickles
and i drift off to sleep
you slip from my side
a soft powder-skinned vision of peace

-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 1/3/12

ninety-nine
seemed too tall
seemed too long
but played to the thousands strong
ripped the cleated grass
a world’s share of passion
gone and back again
hearts were won by the smooth face of honor
the howl of the hungry man
the lure of the chase
and with the sunday fielded family
the roaring speed of victory
love and passion
not counted in wins
but tallied in sweat and pain
in sacrifice and brotherhood
always a star he will remain
his final victory fitting
one day to be memorialized
in the gaming shrine of men

-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 1/2/12

sip words from the silver screen
wonder beyond the ancient wood
for in the darkness of fantasy
we touch the strange faces of our dreams
we pluck the golden wire of vibration
essential to the founding of fondness
i am but a wayfarer!
cloaked in the brush-white veil
the stream is my path
the painted faces are my reflection
our limitless quantum string
tinkering in the pulsating mist
we are here?
and we are there…
moments and time disappear
but little soul-etchings remain
they are the powders we sift
the dew drops we collect
and in a glass they all belong
countless memories from the season
they tickle the souls of my feet
for here at the desk drawn brown
close my eyes and wait…
but there is nothing in the waiting
there are only sounds that i see
they flutter like pretty little fairies
from the dust torn pages of old.

-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 1/2/12