Posts Tagged ‘distance’
3
Mar
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: acre, acres, air, alive, alone, angel, angels, bliss, boats, bright, cake, cars, carve, cheeks, child, children, clouds, confections, craft, crafted, creature, creatures, crown, dawn, distance, distant, farms, food, gentle, glass, glistening, gold, grass, grow, heart, hearts, hills, home, homes, horizon, land, laugh, laughter, leaving, live, might, morning, nectar, orange, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poets, pollen, restless, rust, rusting, search, searching, shadows, sing, singing, sleep, sleeping, song, speak, spirit, spirits, static, steam, stone, summer, sun, sway, sweat, sweet, sweetness, swell, swim, swimming, swoon, vision, visions, wand, wands, warmth, water, weep, wood. Leave a comment
cars on the water
swimming in a glass
half-full of morning laughter
and the tire-irons rusting
like restless creatures
tall in the grass and singing
like wands in the woodshop carving
and crowns that lay alone sleeping
they wait for spirits and the leaving
while the boats on land are steaming
there they search for the horizon bleeding
orange and gold and glistening
we are the shadows that grow in that distance
and the mighty clouds that weep
we are the static in the air
and the hearts that swell and swoon
we sweat and sway
our cheeks they gently brush
for we are the pollen and the nectar
our sweet confections crafted
of angels, food and cake
and when we speak of visions
in the straining hour of dawn
we think upon the hillside
looking down over the hills and farms
and we know of the children waking
and the bliss of beds and homes
we think then of the warming
when comes the sun this morning?
a disc alive and bright
we move swiftly through the acres
through the channels carved in stone
wishing only for this moment
one more summer here alone…
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 3/3/13
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30
Nov
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: blog, blogger, blogging, born, breathing, brothers, calm, candy, cheeks, cry, dance, dancer, dancing, darkness, distance, dream, dreamer, dreaming, dreams, embers, ether, face, frosty, green, light, mist, one, outside, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poets, sadness, smoke, soft, sparkling, tears, think, thinker, thinking, thoughts, toes, touch, trees, universe, whisper, wishes, write, writer, writing, yearning. Leave a comment
toes in the ether
born in the distance
of the breathing deeper
feathers falling through the embers burning
resting in the pillowed leaves
dreams like smoke carried through the trees
here amongst the sadness of the turning
where brothers cry amidst the darkness
alone
far from this side of the yearning
tears caressing cheeks so warmly
arms reaching through the dusty starlight
to clutch the mighty hands that hold you tight
sugary-eyed sparkling mists
coupled in the candy apple wishes
knees bent low
face down to brush the frosty ground
calm now in demeanor
you whisper across the universe
and waiting for the echo
it returns to you in lifetimes
in a world
different from the one that you called home
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 11/30/12
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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
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26
Jan
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: age, ageless, air, alone, angel, angels, author, babies, baby, bird, birds, birth, blaze, blazing, blog, blogger, blogging, born, brother, child, children, circle, circles, circular, cloud, clouds, cold, crazy, creation, cry, crying, dad, dance, dancing, dark, darkness, daughter, day, desert, deserts, distance, distant, dreams, dust, edge, emotion, emotions, essence, eternity, evening, father, flew, flight, flown, flying, force, forest, forget, forgotten, garden, gardens, green, guilt, happiness, happy, hard, heart, ice, innocence, innocent, inside, iron, journey, journeying, kiss, kissing, laughing, laughter, light, lonely, lonesome, loss, lost, love, lovers, loving, luscious, memories, memory, mist, misty, mom, moon, morning, mother, mountain, mountains, night, ocean, oceans, one, outside, picture, pictures, 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, toys, travel, traveling, tremble, trembling, universal, universe, vine, vines, warm, water, wild, wilderness, wind, wine, winery, wonder, wondering, wonders, words, wordsmith, write, writing, yearning, young, youth. 1 comment
in the falling season
trees scatter their lost children about the ground
they form road-side memorials that dress the streets
there final days spent in shades of blood and turmeric
as winter takes its grip on land and shore
they frost and crumble like morning scones at your bedside
the seasons flow on like some western surveyor
and we feel the chill of northern lights upon us
together we sip pinot in the evening glow of muted lamps
a bundle of threadbare blankets stashed safely in the wardrobe
tales of old are spun like so much yarn on your grandmother’s lap
and together we come to part the sorrows
grey days seem a continuum
darkness falls early and slow slumber awaits
but we welcome her
our spring darling beauty
dressed in alpine meadow colors
and we venture to the sea for relief
the salt spray and southern breezes make us whole again
around the table gathering conversation grows
and leaves are born again to mothering oaks
we raise our glasses high
and scrape the splinters from our fresh broken chop sticks
this evening will bring dinner and talk of travels
summer awaits in all her glory
for we are her progeny
and she
our savior
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 1/26/12
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25
Jan
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: age, ageless, air, alone, angel, angels, author, babies, baby, bird, birds, birth, blaze, blazing, blog, blogger, blogging, born, brother, child, children, circle, circles, circular, cloud, clouds, cold, crazy, creation, cry, crying, dad, dance, dancing, dark, darkness, daughter, day, desert, deserts, distance, distant, dreams, dust, edge, emotion, emotions, essence, eternity, evening, father, flew, flight, flown, flying, force, forest, forget, forgotten, garden, gardens, green, guilt, happiness, happy, hard, heart, ice, innocence, innocent, inside, iron, journey, journeying, kiss, kissing, laughing, laughter, light, lonely, lonesome, loss, lost, love, lovers, loving, luscious, memories, memory, mist, misty, mom, moon, morning, mother, mountain, mountains, night, ocean, oceans, one, outside, picture, pictures, 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, toys, travel, traveling, tremble, trembling, universal, universe, vine, vines, warm, water, wild, wilderness, wind, wine, winery, wonder, wondering, wonders, words, wordsmith, write, writing, yearning, young, youth. Leave a comment
there is a picture on the wall
and the beauty it contains dangles like a curl
it flows through the room like wine from a forgotten cask
invoking ageless emotions only found in the eyes of a lonesome puppy
years have come and years have gone since the day it took shape
like a pure sonnet or a dancer on stage we never tire of it
i have seen this before
on distant walls
in distant homes
that span the length and breadth of our country
a land full of children and toys
a land of letters and words
they connect the sorrow and the joy of hearts separated
the indestructible bonds that shine like white teeth in the afternoon sun
we are all here now
as we shall always be
we have stitched an everlasting tapestry of friends
and we frame them like captured butterflies in a dusty museum hall
but as always we come together for those certain occasions
creating new visions of our future
dancing to the music of laughter
and feasting on the essence of togetherness
always remember these days
spent on couches and spinning cars
these are the days to remember
and they will never die
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 1/25/12
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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