30
Nov
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toes in the ether
born in the distance
of the breathing deeper
feathers falling through the embers burning
resting in the pillowed leaves
dreams like smoke carried through the trees
here amongst the sadness of the turning
where brothers cry amidst the darkness
alone
far from this side of the yearning
tears caressing cheeks so warmly
arms reaching through the dusty starlight
to clutch the mighty hands that hold you tight
sugary-eyed sparkling mists
coupled in the candy apple wishes
knees bent low
face down to brush the frosty ground
calm now in demeanor
you whisper across the universe
and waiting for the echo
it returns to you in lifetimes
in a world
different from the one that you called home
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 11/30/12
19
Jun
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you have to fight for the yard-long miles
like the wind in the cross-long fallows
alight with the fire of folded magic
tendering your sweet resignations
like fingerprints that smudge a cloudless sky
for we are the lost ones weary
come from an ocean of stolen devotions
circling and diving we pray
the melting wax of vintage candles
forming a sidewalk, nighttime display
they tell a sweet secret story
born in the june of the day
paid for like the rhymes of an hour
in this spreading motion at play
but there will always be something
breathless and lost in the wanting
it is found in the heart as it matters
a little whisper that swallows
and when it comes up for air
from the pillowed window frame seat
it will look to capture the moment
proud of the bounty
that lays at your feet
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 6/19/12
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