16
Aug
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what is the art of sadness?
of cold hearts
on cold beds
dark oceans apart
alone in the lingering
in the dancing shafts of light
crossing borders and boundaries
stolen from our sight
think of these short whispers
of warm hands touching
outside the yearning
without conventions
in fields far crossed
green with envy
like soft homes
born of the narrows
ordered and right
and the laughing
the lying
the breathlessness
forever
always
holding on to this
forever
it’s always
the emptiness
and when her eyes were watching me
the sadness
for you are the only
the only
the one
Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 8/16/12
14
Aug
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: aloft, amber, beautiful, beauty, beyond, born, brush, buttercream, calling, calm, chalk, cheeks, climb, darkness, downy, drops, english, eye lashes, feelings, frosted, glow, gone, green, hills, horizon, little, melt, memories, mood, movies, narrows, noises, nostalgia, nothing, outside, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poets, rain, remember, run, secrets, shadows, shatter, shimmering, sidewalk, silly, smoke, soft, softly, sparrows, streams, tones, voices, whispy, words. Leave a Comment
little drops of honest smoke
pitter patter the chalky sidewalk
and little words
like whispy voices
shatter the calm
thoughts melt like buttercream
on frosted eye lashes shimmering
and little tears
like downy streams
run ever softly
from hills and narrows
green with english rain
soft cheeks brush
outside beyond the calling
and little tones
make little noises
that stretch beyond the horizon
and so remember…
when there is nothing
shadows glow in amber darkness
like beautiful secrets born
they climb aloft
like silly sparrows
and then they’re gone
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 8/13/12
3
Aug
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: air, baby, backyard, birds, bitter, blacktop, broken, canopy, darkness, day, days, devour, dreaming, dusk, dusty, face, feel, feeling, feet, fingers, fool, gaze, golden, grass, great, hammock, hiding, history, hot, hours, ice, land, light, lonely, loud, lungs, lyrics, memories, mind, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poets, praise, profound, rain, raindrops, remember, rhymes, rhythms, simmering, singing, sleep, smile, snow, sound, speaking, spirit, steam, stocking, strange, summer, swinging, tickle, touch, truth, waking, weight, window. 2 Comments
i am moved by the weight of sound
and the scent of steaming raindrops
as they course over the bitter blacktop
lungs filled with hot summer air
my mind simmering like the day
and i touch the broken grass
it tickles my stocking feet
while i gaze into the canopy
birds are speaking loudly
they want me to hear
for their lyrics are profound
where will they be
when comes the snow and ice
in some great distant land
singing praises there
i am stirred by the shifting light of dusk
it makes of me a fool
hiding truth amidst the darkness
what strange sounds come now
in backyards
outside the dusty window panes
and i touch the stained glass
its texture feels my fingers
tracing out all the history
that has passed through in colored light
so make for me this bed
for in sleep i shall remember
what comes in days and hours
forming rhymes and rhythms
swinging in the dreaming hammock
and waking to devour
i am lifted by this spirit
so lonely in the darkness
i have fallen from my perch
feeling momentary sadness
but when i see her face
her golden baby smile
i take her out to see the birds
perhaps she can translate for awhile
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 8/3/12
2
Aug
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: ages, ancient, angel, ball, beauty, bedside, city, curls, daisy, darkness, dawn, distant, doorstep, dreams, elegance, empty, european, filters, flowers, form, gone, hands, heart, her, lace, lifetime, light, lips, longing, love, loving, mirror, movement, needle, nothing, ocean, pillow, place, poem, poems, poet, poetry, pressure, purring, return, shadow, sight, soft, song, speak, spring, squares, stillness, strike, string, sweet, sweetness, taste, tonight, towers, universi, unworthy, void, want, warm, waterfalls, wind, words, wound, yearning, yellow. 2 Comments
“beauty”
what is it about beauty?
the way she curls up so tightly ‘round your heart
all the pressure of the mighty universe
wound fist-tight
like a ball of string
as of yet unmet by needle
untouched by soft hands
she is an angel purring at your doorstep
and all the yards of european lace
all the flowers in spring
her equal they are not
for she is the taste of sweetness
on loving lips so warm
she brings about the yearning
in your dreams before the dawn
casting out the darkness
no mirror to unworthy forms
her movement strikes at elegance
words beyond compare
yellow daisy waterfalls
taking a distant second place
she is the wind and song
the gentle ocean spray
the beaming light of towers
in the ancient city squares
oh how you thought you knew her
she is gone now from your sight
she filters through the ages
filling darkness with her light
and if you want her back
you must speak these words tonight
come back to me sweet beauty
for i am nothing when you’re gone
you have left an empty void
and in the stillness i await
to see the casting of your shadow
on my pillow bedside warm
and even should i die
before your form it does return
i will long for you in lifetimes
not just this one
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 8/2/12
2
Aug
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: ark, brides, burning, califi, cars, cities, cool, daugther, days, deep, delight, dim, dreams, evenings, eys, fabric, feelings, flame, flight, fog, forever, heart, ideas, kisses, laughter, leaving, love, marshamallow, memories, misty, moments, mother, mountains, night, poem, poet, poetry, river, sadness, secret, share, sister, sound, star, summer, sweet, tears, time, together, trails, travel, vineyard, whispers, wind. 1 Comment
california calls me
like a hot summer winded flame
burning in the nearing draw
what a host of cool mounting feelings
and sweet warm memories
there in the misty mountains
on the afternoon of trails
winding through kaleidoscope hills
with little green whispers tickling my ear
small fast cars
and dreamy smoke filled canyons
mothers sisters daughters
lovely brides
in marshmallow white dresses
hot dusty vineyards burning
in a storm of dry white-air kisses
laughter and tears
and long drives from the city
a mind full of ideas
dreams breathing
sorrowful eyes sweating
all these things come and go
they have been
and will forever be
a fabric woven deep
in the heart of circumstance
and when the wheels touch down
and when the fog of flight grows dim
we will emerge from this ark of travel
to embrace the ones we love
with cheeks and kisses
hearts and flutters
a week to spend
made of days and evenings
wondering with delight
never wanting to know of leaving
nor of sadness
nor of night
for we have come from far flung places
and known these ways before
they are locked up in secret spaces
like a river flowing sound
and as we dive to the depths of wonder
with laughter at our side
once more we will be together
under stars that throb and bind
with nothing left but forever
these sweet simple moments alive
oh how we share each other
in these moments of passing time
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 8/2/12
2
Jul
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: acacia, beginning, blog, blogger, blogging, born, breakfast, celestial, dancing, dream, dreamer, dreaming, dreams, dust, enlightenment, fairies, feet, garden, ghosts, girls, gleaming, gliitering, green, heart, hearth, homes, light, lonely, lovers, morning, night, one, outside, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poets, scones, sea, soft, summer, sunlight, think, thinker, thinking, thoughts, touch, trains, window, wishes, write, writer, writing, yearning. Leave a Comment
cold trains
viewed from the breakfast window
they slide by
fluttering like old nitrate film
burning gardens in their passing
stirring up dust
trapped in a gleaming shaft of sunlight
it is what we see
only the edge of enlightenment
only the lonely fragments of truth
captured like so many wishes
in a bottle
set out to sea
and the lines of clothing
set out to dry
they are ghosts in the arbor
sugar plum fairies in the wood
and summer girls
in their summer dresses
taking strolls on the glittering pavement
while the acacia smiles
and black eyed susan
she gives a knowing wink
back now
to the eyes of morning
sifting through the newsprint
flour spinning off the rolling pin
pressing out scones in the old clay oven
a character belting out lines from the summer stage
soon blankets will lay like carpet
suffocating the manicured lawn
and we will come from our homes
and from our cool ash hearths
for the season so invites
the atmosphere filled with dashing attire
bowties and stocking feet abound
they settle in
for the long night is coming
and with the strumming
the celestial heart dips slowly out of sight
calming the little ones
it marks the ending of the day
for when this chapter closes
with lovers pulling tight
we will seek a new beginning
in the morning sunday light
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 7/2/12
20
Jun
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: artifacts, azure, birds, blog, blogger, blogging, born, circles, coffee, conversation, dancing, dream, dreamer, dreaming, dreams, feet, flags, fountain, fruit, green, heart, home, kiss, land, light, lips, markets, moors, mud, one, outside, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poets, silence, sky, soft, spice, spirit, steam, summer, think, thinker, thinking, thoughts, touch, world, write, writer, writing, yearning, yellow. Leave a Comment
fleet of foot
on wide slanted lines
precious little artifacts
hidden in the moorish design
glistening azure tiles to the sky
white hot roof tops
and spice market flags
they shift and flap
high above the mud walls
and the summer fountain yards
beads turn over clutched hands
nimbly building prayers of glass
shattering spirited worlds
affecting far removed hearts
away in the fields of some distant land
and there, among the banyan trees
shade grows long with the day
turning and pressing the jam scented fruit
soon to be on its way
to coffee houses filled with steam
a taste between conversations
and the words they carry home
will fit like the scabbard blade
passing between lips
unknown they will digest
with a passing sleight of hand
a forehead kiss goodnight
the dreamers will have dreamed
they will awake
to mornings yellow light
hearing the sounds of silence
and the birds aloft in flight
crossing endless landscapes
around and round they go
always back to where they started
but they do not even know
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 6/20/12
19
Jun
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: blog, blogger, blogging, born, children, dancing, dream, dreamer, dreaming, dreams, green, highway, humming, kissing, light, morning, one, outside, petals, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poets, soft, surprise, think, thinker, thinking, thoughts, touch, whimsical, whimsy, write, writer, writing, yearning. Leave a Comment
sweet chocolate wind
look what you scatter about my feet
warm butter imprints,
resting…
and little moths kissing
stickers for children
for scratching and sniffing
feeling whimsical for a day
or a month,
or a year…
hands on my face
softer now
than the white oven baked
listening closely
for the humming and hissing
red hot radiator swishes
on the highway
in the evening
you move me with your green eyes burning
the next morning
after you’ve gone
your imprint still pressed on my pillow
like nectar on fallen petals
red polished nails that are broken
the phone that doesn’t ring
still waiting…
for the sound that will come
like giant footsteps on hills
just out of reach from the danger
for the tribesmen are swarming
it should come as no surprise
this honeycombed warning
it bit you on the neck
while in the fields you were roaming
so know her not
for what she really is
keep her tucked in the diary veil
for if she escapes
no one will ever believe
that you knew her so well
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 6/19/12
19
Jun
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: blog, blogger, blogging, born, dancing, dream, dreamer, dreaming, dreams, green, inspiration, June, light, ocean, one, outside, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poets, pray, rhymes, secret, soft, think, thinker, thinking, thoughts, touch, whisper, write, writer, writing, yearning. Leave a Comment
you have to fight for the yard-long miles
like the wind in the cross-long fallows
alight with the fire of folded magic
tendering your sweet resignations
like fingerprints that smudge a cloudless sky
for we are the lost ones weary
come from an ocean of stolen devotions
circling and diving we pray
the melting wax of vintage candles
forming a sidewalk, nighttime display
they tell a sweet secret story
born in the june of the day
paid for like the rhymes of an hour
in this spreading motion at play
but there will always be something
breathless and lost in the wanting
it is found in the heart as it matters
a little whisper that swallows
and when it comes up for air
from the pillowed window frame seat
it will look to capture the moment
proud of the bounty
that lays at your feet
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 6/19/12
9
Jun
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: beginners, blog, blogger, blogging, born, catacombs, dancing, dream, dreamer, dreaming, dreams, green, hearts, light, one, outside, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poets, soft, stars, strangers, swoon, think, thinker, thinking, thoughts, touch, write, writer, writing, yearning. Leave a Comment
on heads on hearts
on beds
apart
in the death
are the catacombs
and the dark
where spirits lay
to find your soul
your mate
to be taken
from this place
on chests
resting softly
hands touching
so far apart
and knowing
the ways of differing arts
on mending
your days
a pillar of soft dust
in a thrilling display
to capture
and corner
and savor her ways
from lust
and longing
the fragile one fraying
on knees
and bended
before her touch
to wonder
not knowing
what there
lies beneath
a canopy of stars
to cradle and swoon
beneath her arms
clutching and bare
so it should be
on minds on matters
this feeling of freedom
in windows that shatter
and when that day comes
a vision in tatters
you will not be alone
but in the arms of strangers
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 7/8/12
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