23
Dec
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: air, beauty, cathedral, children, dancing, death, flesh, grace, home, man, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poets, song, soul, sweet, vision, woman, writer, writing, youth. 1 comment
in the swift turn of air
a solemn song dissipates
it turns the shattered leaves
and sends a high chorus
through the great cathedrals of man.
but they are not of stone,
they are built of the soft flesh.
they resonate from the soulful tomb
carving and twisting a vision of beauty,
and in the orange-sweet breath of sound
they live and they die
but never, never are they gone!
passing the broken homes
and scraping the high towers
here in this lofty space…
slowly they dwindle,
slowly they dance by the sweet ear’s of children
the vibrant echo fluttering faster
in the ageless heart of youth.
the dream grows on now!
it tears me from my doldrums
and lifts me into space
forever to remember
this momentary grace
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 12/23/11 ( inspired by today but written for the past)
22
Dec
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: bones, cold, darkness, dawn, dreams, earth, night, pain, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poets, sadness, sky, wind, writer, writing. Leave a comment
in the deep night,
in the dark night,
surrounded by faces unknown.
truly, it is coldest before the dawn!
but day brings forth no certain promise,
a coldness in the bones that cannot be reached…
i shutter beneath the guilted darkness
the iron wrought of pain
and in the weeping sadness
i find myself still dreaming,
still dreaming again!
and if there is a cleansing wind?
that blows above the earthen sky
let it find a way,
into my shuttering heart
for here i need you now
or in pieces, fall apart…
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 12/22/11 (Tuesday’s eulogy 12/20/11)
19
Dec
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: creatures, fire, fog, heart, laughter, light, lonely, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poets, storms, strange, void, wind. Leave a comment
bring down the lights of the shuttering storm!
capture the flaring shots of wind!
stoke the emberless fire!
you have gone from this place…
fill the pot with laughter
erase the windowed fog
for strange are the creatures
that we have become…
gaze now at the formless void
rip out the lonely heart!
stranger now have we become
together, in this warm embrace…
you are the star-lit fire
the boning damp has gone
caught up, in the eye-found sparkle
and the melting heart of stone…
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 12/19/11 (ode to Sunday gone 12/18/11)
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