Posts Tagged ‘poets’
31
Dec
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: blog, blogger, blogging, love, midnight, new year's, new year's eve, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poetry blog, poets, writer, writing. Leave a comment
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
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
12
Dec
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: blog, blogger, love, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poetry blog, poetry blogger, poetry writer, poets, sadness, writer. Leave a comment
sadness comes like a swollen stream
buried in your bones
well-worn and woven
imbedded in your very soul
like elements scattered in the dust of coal
and those shadows that flash
just behind the bedroom changing screens
they are but pencil sketches
cold in the dark of winter’s night
oh how you come for me
with sugared words and salty skin
for i am tangled in your twisted fire
and in all your barbs and all your wires
they run through me
so soft and so violent
and you are there
just beyond the clouds of white
my every move so simply measured
scaled to the inch and to the mile
your clutching hands growing ever nearer
i can almost feel your touch
and so when you have me
in your dark and dreary ways
will you at least love me?
or will you simply turn
and slowly walk away…
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 12/12/13
3
Dec
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: blogger, dreams, laughter, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poetry blog, poetry blogger, poets, sadness, write, writer. Leave a comment
snowflowers swirl and spin in the grey of swollen spheres
and this could be the saddest world we’ve ever seen
here… the folding fields are flooded
an armada stuck fast to the frozen sky
the searchlights blast through the hilly fog
just near this warm enchanting place
just inside the old stores
among the smoke and mirrors
the cards of tarot lay scattered among the decking
like ancient stones torn across a sea of invisibility
where soft silhouettes toast the spanish sky
their shirts like sails in a violent wind
they dance like lights in the christmas wild
for this may be the only way they’ve ever known
and I am here…
among the fierce and downtrodden
and we all shall rise!
like holy rosaries in the morning mist
til the holes in our hearts are mended and woven
for this shall not be our final resting place
we will follow the signs that tell of paths
beyond the flooded, folding fields
our shy wiry eyes will glisten once more
and just there beyond the spray
where the dark golden water falls
we will breathe the cool, sweet wind
and fill our lungs with laughter
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 12/2/13
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
9
Oct
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: blog, blogger, blogging, fall, home, poem, poet, poetic, poetry, poetry blog, poets, write, writer, writing. Leave a comment
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
22
Aug
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: blog, blogger, blogging, blogs, clocks, hours, minutes, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poets, seconds, time, write, writer, writing. Leave a comment
minutes flow like the sun
for they come and go
like old roommates they reside in the summer heat
and pass slowly from winter’s memory
they live in wooden boxes
and hang from slender wrists
a gentle, tickling reminder to us all
their arms raised to the edges
pointing outward at the void
and yet they revolve diligently
ever fixed in your mortality
such is the symmetry of life
from such humble beginnings they have grown
and now they glow in blinding illumination
scattered among the desktops and window boxes of this world
there are many places that they call home
folded neatly on display
napping in your bedside table
oh how sweet this sounds
my ode to time
in all its varied pieces
but you too also know
what here I have not said
this is the truth
I only wish
with a longing so profound
to cast them all from my existence
for the seconds that they steal
let me be without them
so that forever i may roam
in this place but not in line
i shall cast away the hours
and the tombs in which they live
born again to freedom
no longer in the grasp of clutching hands
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 8/22/13
31
Jul
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there’s a cascading fall that runs the wild glen
with effortless movement it so captures the eyes
like a soul soothing salve to the enemy within
and there are monsters that roam
in the wild lonely-ness…
though seldom they are seen
for they live in the darkness
like sounds from the distance
their only home found in dreams
down in the valley
the ash rises in heat
over fires that burn like a cold stolen thing
for we are the embers that glow in the night
we are friends with the fireflies
and we love how they dance
in a rhythm chaotic
as if they know something more
something distant, unseen
like words on a page
that disappear from our sight
leaving only traces of the morning
pure, clean and bright
and if only one day i should find them
those lines on a tree
i shall commit them to memory
so they should never be lost
for we owe that much to them
as they conjured our dreams
and they filled our shelves
only asking that sometimes
we blow dust from their covers
and take them to bed
so that once more they may open
a window unto this world
and rest ever gently
in our arms, by our side
longed for and remembered
cherished and clean
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 7/31/13
16
Jul
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hinges hang in rusted silence
like the arms of wise men
they roam the russian steppe
and there in the distant snowy drift
the sables are warm in their woven dens
beyond distant borders
holy men hang in celestial silence
slowly breathing
warmed by monastic fires
they transcend this earth of stone
and on the rocky paths
strewn with men and trinkets
the animal bells ring with a sweet vibration
like rhythms hung from a noted page
such are the stories of far flung lands
born of cold mirror wishes
dreamt in silent hope
for we all are hanging
by this thread as it were
suspended in this web of sugared powder
calculating the taste of sound
driven to the edge of this glassless sea
and like you
i too was born in that distant storm
and like you
i wait for the rising wind
for in the sour mist
there will come the bitter tidings
forming clouds of steel and clay
and from those sacred elements
our cities will be born
and we will live there safely
among the crowns and thorns
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 7/16/13
14
May
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: poem, poems, poet, poetry, poets. 1 comment
fires rise from the ocean swell
like the dust of marble columns
drenched in roman sweat
turquoise robes flow from windowed villas
swords lie rusting in the broken ground
and i wonder…
what ancient lyrics will be heard
as they roll across distant valleys
like windswept snow in a shattered globe
where will the sirens sing
as they stride across the wheated plain
like thistles in the marshy brush
so many muted hours
so many lonesome strangers
they carry words in billfold pockets
always knowing of the past
growing like an illusion
driven across the swirling blacktop heat
and in the deserts
where the nomads sleep
animals make curious noises
just outside the tented walls
like a great-winged migration
spanning distances that groan with heartache
for we are all here
taking steps and sweetly moving slowly
our footfalls echoing in time
and when the fire dies
and the ashes have come to rest
we will settle in for the evening
like so many others
in the warmth of our mother’s nest
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 5/14/13
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