10
Dec
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we were born of the antique and ancient forms
our stories woven from the fabric of our dyed and twisted yarns
like the wreckage of so many voyages lost and long
those travelers floating over poles
our souls on the battlefields mourned
we are assembled from the glass of mirrors that have passed
from the love of our mothers and our fathers dead and gone
in the comfort of our rituals we are dressed in softly stolen silks
and we think upon those travelers
those many bridges they have crossed
we wonder how their flags are planted
where the mountains meet the sky
and now we live as strangers
our families just so splintered
we are driven and we are torn
the swollen weight of our possessions
the magnificent size of our earthly homes
but what we need is tiny
it fits inside our hearts
a formation of the soul
it cannot be found in store fronts
or in those luminous shopping malls
it lives just near the fire
and in your child’s warm embrace
sometimes driving madly
but always in the end
our only true possession
perhaps a wife or son or daughter
it may just be a lover or a dream that never ends
and perhaps…
even just a friend
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 12/10/14
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2
Jul
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: 4th, 4th of July, blog, blogger, clouds, fireworks, July, kiss, love, moon, poem, poem blog, poems, poet, poetry, poetry blog, poets, star, stars, write, writer. Leave a comment
swollen hearts tumble in the old fashioned way
they are consumed by the fires of eternity
but this is a day of reprieves
the plumes of early summer heat have momentarily abated
and in this sweetened break of time
cool fragrant breezes run like softened pebbles under your feet
the grasses seem to live and breathe
birds tell stories from their twiggy homes
and for the first time
you understand the yarns they weave
oh how i wonder
just what this night will bring
shall it be this day’s cool cousin
dressed in faded blues
will fires work the sky
above our silken flags
will the moon be cut just right
beyond the whisping clouds
why all these things i ask of you
they somewhat matter not
for what i wish to know is grandeur
your face in the waning light
and perhaps a kiss between us
before you take your starry flight
-Jason Cyrus Aktharekhavari 7/2/14
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25
Jun
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: childhood, dreams, georgia, home, ocean, poem, poem blog, poems, poems blog, poet, poet blog, poetry, poetry blog, poets, poets blog, sea, sky, sun, vacation, write, writer, writers blog, writing. Leave a comment
red ant fires smolder in the georgia dust
and the droning sound of pollinators
it trickles through the air
like summer balloons on an evening sky
the old orchards have fallen to decay
the fruit is bitter and flush with the taste of sin
there are gravestones that stretch in glimmering white
so plainly beautiful and bursting with emotion
it all unfolds like a dreamscape
childhood vacations etched in memory
and all along the coast
among the grass and swaying palms
the sand is built of castles
we are kings upon our thrones
but the sodden wheels of time
they have drenched our dreaming wheels
for now we talk when once we tumbled
and pray when once we slept
we have been cast out from our ocean
our toes beneath the foam
and we wonder why this happened
how we came to know this home
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 6/25/14
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21
Dec
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: poem, poem blog, poems, poet, poetry, poetry blog, poetry writer, poets, writer, writing. Leave a comment
on the road
and in the ridges
where rain crackles on windshields wide
the dreams of youth form wicked ideas
they are wild and numerous
and they stretch
all in a breath
from sea to shining sea
how are those golden maps
those spinning compass needles
like four corners in the hot new mexican dust
all the fusion and the willful frustrations
all the winters and their warm summer cousins
just a small, delightful sip of wonder
tinged with a taste of pine and smoke
on our beds
and out the windows
a conspiracy of whispers
that so swiftly wander
all through the light
from the deepest wood to the highest mountain top
where are they now?
those slender wristed girls
like magic on a bedroom stage
and all their curls
in their skin so porcelain
just the only thing
simply… the purest thing
that we ever really wanted
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari
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30
Oct
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: blog, blogger, blogging, loneliness, love, poem, poem blog, poems, poet, poetry, poetry blog, poets, write, writer. Leave a comment
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
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