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“simple, scattered lines”

it’s a yellow submarine morning

colder than the eyes of some forbidden danger

a spark of light by the curtains glow


red balloons across the sky

they have come to take me on


no more black birds singing in the darkest night

we have come to another day in the life


thinking back, i remember just now

our fires burning such a deepest cavern in the snow

our conversations like journeys flown


i hear now what percolates

in yonder distant rooms

filled with wives and children

with cereal and spoons


and to a desk with pen and ink

to strike the sounds of thought

to ponder and to think


i become the soul of time

crafting a digital word-spun rhyme


and as i look upon these lines

and across the clutter that has grown like vines

i think of drawers and shelves and pockets

placing such secrets softly

on a page of light and time


and perhaps one year from now

when the cold and white does shine

i will remember why i wrote these

such simple, scattered lines


then they will bring me back

to a moment, place and time

and I will think of winter

so beautiful, so cruel

so measured, so divine

-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 1/6/18


“the dreaming swell”

she has come to me

like a swell of autumnal golden wind

her immense energies run wild through my hair

my sunglassed watery eyes are singing

the scratch and rustle of her myriad refuse

it litters my pathway like a dream cut from a yellowish brown world

and i am stillness in her path

my mindful steps so quietly touch the firmament

i drink the enormity of this boundless energy

and wonder over the former parts of myself

now cast among the stars of a different reality

how now do they mingle?

what sly and clever forms have they taken?

are they the birds that sang to me when I was lost?

are they the clouds that kept the morning sun at bay?

perhaps i should just never know…

and why shall i lament?

for i am the bird that sings upon this morning

and in the evening, the clouds will i become

i will shade you from such burdens

giving flight to lost horizons

and when that kiss of wind

it comes again in spring

my lips will be unfrozen

having awakened from this dream

-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari  11/12/15

“just the smallest taste of air”

the fires burn in differing forms

onto the lips of mouths

the madeleines are warm

cigar box guitars are singing

whilst the lines are forming

and all those gentle butterfly windstorms are coming

the red eyed tides are rising

our mirrors indicate a reflection shining

and slowly, ever so slowly, we breathe…

just the smallest taste of air

born from the foamy essence of wishes

a collaboration in this hour of tenderness

four arms wrapped and visionless

and so shall we see

for as it was, and may never be

sliding from shore to shore

like so many suns arising

their shores so forlornly salted

but i am still wishing

and while these wishes i have

they come indifferent and torn

there is but one thing in common

in the sight of love they were born

-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 9/30/14


“this land”

we are floating on fiery seas

in search of those lonely ice-thrown shores

for we know what lies beneath the tufted snow

there are dreams that rest in the buried ground

and little green whispers that filter through

like strands of living grass that kiss the sky

what soft, warm light will come

when homes and hearts find this willing space

so spin your praying wheels

and carry your colored flags to mountains on high

travel to the ends of the earth

searching for that tender resting place

and when that wondrous day comes

when water and light form such perfect shadows

you will be there in the darkness

that lovely hour known

watching coals that barely glow

and when the sun comes to rising

you will step out from the door

gazing at the distance

on this land you call your own


-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 1/22/14


“new year’s”

those that lived before us

they were born of dust

scraped from high chilean peaks

warmed by the temple sun

and washed by the mountain ice

they spoke in prayers

carried by the wind for a thousand years

and from their souls came wisdom

brilliant-white and pure


how has this history found us

like a dark coffee fog swelling in the distance

waiting in the stillness

for such a time that finds us all

wasted in our revelry

just so many hours far removed

here among the quickening lights


what lies behind those ancient eyes

those flecks of circled glass

piercing stony hearts

our deepest wishes known


and in those new year’s old

when love was soft and warm

did they dream of us in our future

i think not so much perhaps

rather do i imagine

when the moon rang out at midnight

they pulled close the one’s they cherished

and held them breathless-tight


-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 12/31/13


“the dark of loneliness”

sweet sapphire eyes peek at me from behind the frosted glass
like a telescope staring straight into the burning sun
they are restless and probing
they glitter like a snow that has not yet fallen
and they wonder why i wait
just one, long, smooth breath away
but i cannot say
for my words are drifting in the mist
they are buried deep beneath the frozen ground
and in that moment
where speech and feelings falter
i have lost her loving gaze
those blue lights that once did sparkle
now retreating in the dust
to be swept away forever
gone drifting ever deeper
into the dark of loneliness

-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 10/30/13


“the home and the hearth”

lonely spheres of influence
dance like falling leaves
they crackle in the burning dust
absorbed like memories in the mortar
a tower of bricks and stones
for we are now among the falling season
our warm hands gently slipping
the chilly autumn light abounds
where once our homes stood gripping
tethers and strings are snapping
and in our sleep we dream of mending
the fields where once bright flowers faltered
sweet tea and honey kisses
you have dressed yourself in sunlight
now you smolder and shake
but i am here to save you
such a damsel in distress
i have washed away the winters
those that froze our tiny nest
and in the wind we hear a distant something
like notes parading through the air
but we must reach for them so quickly
holding fast with all our might
for if they change their tune too swiftly
our song no longer will remain
we will be cast amongst the shadows
two lives only lived in vain
but if we hold them tightly
with our hearts and not our hands
they will carry us warm and sweetly
to our homes and hearths and friends

-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 10/9/13

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