24
Jan
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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
23
Jan
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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
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)
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