Posts Tagged ‘air’
25
Jan
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: air, alone, angel, angels, author, bird, birds, birth, blaze, blazing, blog, blogger, blogging, born, brother, circle, circles, circular, cloud, clouds, cold, crazy, creation, cry, crying, dad, dance, dancing, dark, darkness, daughter, day, desert, deserts, distance, distant, dreams, dust, edge, eternity, evening, father, flew, flight, flown, flying, force, forest, garden, gardens, green, guilt, happiness, happy, hard, heart, ice, innocence, innocent, inside, iron, journey, journeying, kiss, kissing, light, lonely, loss, lost, love, lovers, loving, luscious, memories, memory, mist, misty, mom, moon, morning, mother, mountain, mountains, night, ocean, oceans, one, outside, planets, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poets, pray, prayer, praying, promise, promises, rain, raining, rains, remember, remembering, remembrance, rhythm, rhythms, river, rivers, sad, sadness, sand, sands, sea, seas, shadows, sharp, shine, silence, silent, singing, sister, skies, sky, smile, smiles, smiling, soft, son, song, soul, soulmate, souls, space, star, stars, storm, storming, storms, streams, sun, surprise, surprises, surprising, sweet, sweetness, swift, tear, tears, think, thinking, though, thought, thoughts, torrent, touch, travel, traveling, tremble, trembling, universal, universe, warm, water, wild, wilderness, wind, wonder, wondering, wonders, words, wordsmith, write, writing, yearning, young, youth. 1 comment
memories flow like a swift torrent of water
chasing some unspoken promise
with the speed of a subterranean river
and the power of a million spinning prayer wheels
they radiate the sound of love across the heart-born expanse
they twist like baby dancers in the far recesses of your soul
and then…
you remember
father was the maker of memories
he taught you all the things that the maiden forbid
he was the iron cross when the storms came
and the giver of sweet kisses when all things felt wrong
now you rest and remember
life as it were
you sit by the leaf, by the axe, by the pile
warmed by the air of the wood by the fire
and father is still there…
somewhere?
he celebrates his creation for all eternity
he thinks of you…
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 1/25/12
25
Jan
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: air, alone, angel, angels, author, bird, birds, birth, blaze, blazing, blog, blogger, blogging, born, circle, circles, circular, cloud, clouds, cold, crazy, cry, crying, dance, dancing, dark, darkness, day, desert, deserts, distance, distant, dreams, dust, edge, evening, flew, flight, flown, flying, force, forest, garden, gardens, green, guilt, happiness, happy, hard, heart, ice, innocence, innocent, inside, journey, journeying, kiss, kissing, light, lonely, loss, lost, love, lovers, loving, luscious, memories, memory, mist, misty, moon, morning, mountain, mountains, night, ocean, oceans, one, outside, planets, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poets, rain, raining, rains, remember, remembering, remembrance, rhythm, rhythms, river, rivers, sad, sadness, sand, sands, sea, seas, shadows, sharp, shine, silence, silent, singing, skies, sky, smile, smiles, smiling, soft, song, soul, soulmate, souls, space, star, stars, storm, storming, storms, streams, sun, surprise, surprises, surprising, tear, tears, think, thought, thoughts, touch, travel, traveling, tremble, trembling, universal, universe, warm, water, wild, wilderness, wind, wonder, wondering, wonders, words, wordsmith, write, writing, yearning, young, youth. Leave a comment
the sands of time flow in luscious curves
california mountains set the pace of glowing streams
vines grow a hundred years deep
to tap the soulful waters that fell so many years ago
and you walk the line of migration
falling through huckleberry trails
surrounded by misty mornings
picking the fruit of the twisted vine
it all falls in rows
wondering wild beneath a canopy of jade
couples snuggle by the fading fire light
they are wrapped in a blanket of stars
and in the foreign morning they wake
stirred by the willow branches thrashing in the wind
the new day calls for them
the fruits of their labor to be found
they pop the cork of the tawny red
and drink the tears of angels
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 1/25/12
24
Jan
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: air, alone, author, bird, birds, birth, blaze, blazing, blog, blogger, blogging, born, circle, circles, circular, cloud, clouds, cold, crazy, cry, crying, dance, dancing, dark, darkness, day, distance, distant, dreams, dust, edge, evening, flew, flight, flown, flying, force, forest, garden, gardens, green, guilt, happiness, happy, hard, heart, ice, innocence, innocent, inside, journey, journeying, kiss, kissing, light, lonely, loss, lost, love, lovers, loving, memories, memory, moon, morning, night, ocean, oceans, one, outside, planets, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poets, rain, raining, rains, remember, remembering, remembrance, rhythm, rhythms, river, rivers, sad, sadness, sea, seas, shadows, sharp, shine, silence, silent, singing, skies, sky, smile, smiles, smiling, soft, song, soul, soulmate, souls, space, star, stars, storm, storming, storms, sun, surprise, surprises, surprising, think, thought, thoughts, touch, travel, traveling, tremble, trembling, universal, universe, warm, water, wind, wonder, wondering, wonders, words, wordsmith, write, writing, yearning, young, youth. Leave a comment
carve your totem from the light of a distant orb
draw salty little chalkboard circles on you lover’s heart
make sweet mention of me in dead sea scrolls
or rest and wait for a chocolate night-path
born on a winter’s monday
whittled from the fallen lumber of a day’s work
oh how the innocent have come
how the guilty shall fall
through the paper shuffle cracks
and time hole punches
so be a little bird, chest puffed out
be a loud siren, driving streets of water
what a magnetic force you bring
a diamond glass cut across your face
ice hotels and molten gardens delight
surely you can stay?
for a little while…
surely you can reign over my parade
and cast a slick little smile
think of when you were young
and boats were water-cars
think of uncles holding you aloft
you saw everything from your pinnacle perch
wind veins blew happiness all about
and an imperfect blade of grass was madness
so think and come…
come back home to all that you have lost
become a child once more!
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 1/24/12
23
Jan
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: air, alone, author, birth, blaze, blazing, blog, blogger, blogging, born, circle, circles, circular, cloud, clouds, cold, crazy, cry, crying, dance, dancing, dark, darkness, day, distance, distant, dreams, dust, edge, evening, flew, flight, flown, flying, forest, green, happiness, happy, hard, heart, inside, journey, journeying, kiss, kissing, light, lonely, loss, lost, love, lovers, loving, memories, memory, moon, morning, night, one, outside, planets, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poets, rain, raining, rains, remember, remembering, remembrance, rhythm, rhythms, river, rivers, sad, sadness, shadows, sharp, shine, silence, silent, singing, skies, sky, soft, song, soul, soulmate, souls, space, star, stars, storm, storming, storms, sun, surprise, surprises, surprising, thoughts, touch, travel, traveling, tremble, trembling, universal, universe, warm, wind, wonder, wondering, wonders, words, wordsmith, write, writing, yearning. Leave a comment
even in a circle there are lines
and beholden memories
that transform the ageless wonders
they scatter like prisms
in a torrent of angles
presenting truth and desire
the form and the formless join
and glad tidings are cast to the edge
delivering the essence of matter
the square and the four sides are known
they enclose the firmament
in boundless degrees immeasurable
the dust of all things collects on the razor’s edge
a sharp blazing strip across the skies
bordering the gap between the here and now
and in the forest there is life
it all fits on a map of the future
compass guided and born of tangled frequencies
make of this what you will
but know
all the thoughts of nations and men
are but the tiny black-ink droplet
a scribble on the great author’s page
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 1/23/12
27
Dec
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: air, alone, birth, blog, blogger, blogging, born, circle, circles, circular, cloud, clouds, cold, crazy, cry, crying, dance, dancing, dark, darkness, day, distance, distant, dreams, evening, flew, flight, flown, flying, green, happiness, happy, hard, heart, inside, journey, journeying, kiss, kissing, light, lonely, loss, lost, love, lovers, loving, moon, morning, night, one, outside, planets, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poets, rain, raining, rains, remember, remembering, remembrance, rhythm, rhythms, river, rivers, sad, sadness, shadows, shine, silence, silent, singing, soft, song, soul, soulmate, souls, space, star, stars, storm, storming, storms, sun, surprise, surprises, surprising, thoughts, touch, travel, traveling, tremble, trembling, universal, universe, warm, wind, words, wordsmith, write, writing, yearning. Leave a comment
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
23
Dec
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: air, beauty, cathedral, children, dancing, death, flesh, grace, home, man, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poets, song, soul, sweet, vision, woman, writer, writing, youth. 1 comment
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)
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