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“tiny home”

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


“beyond the whisping clouds”

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

“red ant fires”

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


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

“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

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