Posts Tagged ‘blog’
19
Sep
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: air, alone, angel, angels, backyard, birth, blog, blogger, blogging, buried, burn, civilization, colors, couples, creating, cry, dance, dancer, dancing, day, deep, delight, distant, divine, dream, dreamer, dreaming, dreams, dry, eyelashes, eyes, fall, fire, fires, forgotten, frost, gleaming, grass, heart, home, house, lashes, lips, meadow, might, morning, night, one, patterns, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poets, pools, prism, quivering, release, sad, salt, shine, sing, soft, soul, star, starlight, storm, strange, strangers, stream, strolling, tears, think, thinker, thinking, thoughts, time, touch, trapped, vision, woman, women, write, writer, writing, yearning. Leave a comment
words are scattering through a prism
forming colors in the fall air
they bound from lip to ear
cascading down to form glistening pools
soon to be frosted over
trapped and waiting for release
couples are strolling arm in arm
creating patterns in the waning day
they step from house and home
forming lines of chaotic display
soon to be dusty and forgotten
saddened by the coming storm
why come the thoughts of night
intruding with sheer delight
over folds and fires
gleaming in the backyard distant
how come the tears that stream
driven down cheekbones curving
over eyes and lashes
dry now in the salty burn
these little questions run
like deer in the morning meadows
they hide among the splintering grass
alone in the middling heart
tearing at the fabric of civilization
buried deep in the mounding soul
and sometimes comes a woman
a vision sharp as sight
with a voice that sounds of angels
when they cry alone at night
they sing and shine like starlight
bolting arrows with quivering might
and when they reach their target
a piercing so divine
we find that we are no longer strangers
simply born of different times
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 9/19/12
22
Aug
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: alone, bay, beach, beaches, beneath, blog, blogger, blogging, born, breath, breathe, breathing, castle, castles, clock, clocks, clouds, coming, dance, dancer, dancing, day, days, deep, dimming, dream, dreamer, dreaming, dreams, drift, drifting, driving, droning distance, end, evening, faces, fall, falling, fast, fireflies, flee, foray, gold, gray, green, grey, hourglass, kiss, kisses, layers, light, lips, little, map, maps, millions, moon, moons, morning, near, nearing, nothing, now, one, outside, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poets, pool, sand, say, sea, shadow, shadows, sleep, sleeping, slow, slowly, slumber, slumbering, soft, starlight, sugar, swim, swimmer, swimming, swims, think, thinker, thinking, thoughts, time, touch, warm, way, whirring, women, wondering, world, write, writer, writing, yearning, yellow, you. Leave a comment
swimming in the dreaming pool
at the end of the dimming world
fireflies are whirring in the droning distance
sugar clouds are rushing overhead
here?
in the thinning grey…
clocks move like motionless time
they are the coming fall
women are driving on maps of gold
here in the sleeping shadows
one deep layer beneath another
falling through the hourglass way
on the sand of yellow beaches
near the castles of the moon
there in the slumbering bay
you are breathing now slowly
in the grip of this evening’s foray
there will be lips
and kisses
and millions of days
drifting faster, then slowly
well on your way
but when comes morning?
nearing like starlight
warming little faces that flee
there will be no more swimming
no more wondering
there is nothing more i can say
for you are alone now
set a drifting…
there?
in the dreaming sea
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 8/22/12
17
Aug
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: age, ages, arduous, arms, become, beyond, blog, breathe, breathing, burn, burning, come, compare, constellations, content, creature, creatures, crushed, dance, dancing, dawn, distance, distant, door, doors, doorways, down, dream, dreams, drive, driven, driving, dust, dusty, emptry, fall, falling, feet, fire, flowers, full, gather, gathering, glance, glancing, glow, golden, grow, hang, hanging, hear, hearing, hours, innocence, join, journey, journeys, lemon, lemons, lips, little, low, lungs, making, meadow, memories, memory, never, new, ocean, one, plucked, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poetry blog, poets, pollen, ponder, ponderous, red, regain, return, road, roads, scatter, scent, scorn, search, searching, sense, sensual, sensuous, skin, small, smell, softly, soul, sound, soundless, speak, splendor, sting, strange, stripped, sweeping, sweet, taste, tasting, things, time, touch, trail, trails, travel, wait, waiting, waking, way, wind, woods, wr, writer, writing, yearning. Leave a comment
all the dust
like little dream makers
softly falling on your skin
you breathe them in
a lung full of memories
yearning in low sweeping passes
touched by the splendor
what arduous journeys now press upon your soul
you search the empty trail
hearing foot falls in the distance glow
the scent of the gathering grows
content now in what you sense
your small feet catching pollen
stripped from the crushed meadow flowers
for this way have you come
never to return the waking hours
never to become the ponderous one
falling from the scorn of golden ages
appearing in doorways
hanging on the arms of innocence
you that travel on sensuous roads
waiting for the tasting of something new
something beyond compare
like sweet lemons plucked from a constellation
stinging red lips
a burning ocean of wind
driven by the soundless fire
making your way
down through the woods
full of strange creatures glancing
you speak to them
you join them
and now you are dancing
so let them partake
of your dreams small and dusty
for when the dawn comes
all things will scatter
and you must regain the trail
and the searching
for this is what matters!
Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 8/17/12
16
Aug
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: alone, always, apart, art, beds, blog, borders, born, boundaries, breathless, cold, conventions, dancing, dark, emptiness, envy, eyes, fields, forever, green, hands, hearts, homes, laugh, laughing, light, lingering, love, lying, narrow, oceans, one, order, outside, poem, poems, poetry, poets, right, sadness, sight, soft, stolen, touch, touching, warm, watching, whispers, writing, yearning. Leave a comment
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
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
5
Jun
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: anniversary, astronomy, blog, blogger, blogging, born, dancing, dream, dreamer, dreaming, dreams, green, light, one, outside, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poets, soft, stars, think, thinker, thinking, thoughts, time, touch, transit, venus, write, writer, writing, yearning. Leave a comment
calm wind
fly from stars
to the radio head
identify the tranquil beat
conjure the vibrant ring
and wait
for the transit is coming
planets sprinting across the face of the sun
a spot on the eye
the distance to be reckoned
catch now as catch can
or be lost for a hundred years
falling through this emptiness of mine
waiting for the band
in the darkness of sound
and when the stage lights
they grow and throb
look for the bright eyed faces
and the swaying of the crowd
for these are anniversaries
to mark the union of souls
born of astronomical degree
and when the sextant marks out the line
we will know the distance gathered
and the passage of time…
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 6/5/12
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