2
Aug
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“beauty”
what is it about beauty?
the way she curls up so tightly ‘round your heart
all the pressure of the mighty universe
wound fist-tight
like a ball of string
as of yet unmet by needle
untouched by soft hands
she is an angel purring at your doorstep
and all the yards of european lace
all the flowers in spring
her equal they are not
for she is the taste of sweetness
on loving lips so warm
she brings about the yearning
in your dreams before the dawn
casting out the darkness
no mirror to unworthy forms
her movement strikes at elegance
words beyond compare
yellow daisy waterfalls
taking a distant second place
she is the wind and song
the gentle ocean spray
the beaming light of towers
in the ancient city squares
oh how you thought you knew her
she is gone now from your sight
she filters through the ages
filling darkness with her light
and if you want her back
you must speak these words tonight
come back to me sweet beauty
for i am nothing when you’re gone
you have left an empty void
and in the stillness i await
to see the casting of your shadow
on my pillow bedside warm
and even should i die
before your form it does return
i will long for you in lifetimes
not just this one
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 8/2/12
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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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