26
Nov
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our doors lie open wounded
driven like the dust of papered worlds
a brilliantly tattered totem
so ornately carved in whispers
and on the tips of tongues
upon the tops of pillars
they are but simple prayers
flowing from our lips like vapor
such evidence as we have found
for it was written in the stars
and printed in the papers
it was pressed below our tables
in the hands of mystics and soothsayers
like prisons we possessed them
we trapped their sweetness between layers
and here alone we travel
to our backyard garden swings
the air of smoke so thick and full of dreams
with our hands we try to catch them
so we may discover what remains
but as we hold them in our lungs
they shall take our only breath
for they are faster and they savor
those simple songs that dance in shadow
like broken leaves along the ground
sweetly rustling in the evening
and when our mornings come
we expect to capture them once more
but forever we have lost them
and never again shall they be found
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 11/26/14
2
May
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: beauty, blog, counting sheep, fireflies, girls, grass, laughter, lights, moon, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poetry blog, poetry writer, poets, secrets, sheep, sky, sleep, spring, stars, summer, the moon, whispers, writer, writing poems, writing poetry. 1 comment
fireflies swim in their oceans of sky
and warm dandelion breaths cast a cottony snow
their thin waxy stems like sweet summer girls
they dance in my yard and all through the world
here in the draft of some beautiful scent
oh how i wonder
where will they go?
their footsteps in summer
violet toes in the grass
and the trickles of laughter
how they drift like a stream
through my ears like windows open
now un-shuttered to reveal
what those whispering lips
and those cool shaded eyes
once did so guardedly conceal
so now i must choose
shall it be the stars or the lights?
i am breathing the wind
and in the evening while i sleep
in my hammock just woven
i will swing from those branches
the ones just out of reach
there on the moon…
by the fence…
counting sheep
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 5/2/14
16
Aug
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: alone, always, apart, art, beds, blog, borders, born, boundaries, breathless, cold, conventions, dancing, dark, emptiness, envy, eyes, fields, forever, green, hands, hearts, homes, laugh, laughing, light, lingering, love, lying, narrow, oceans, one, order, outside, poem, poems, poetry, poets, right, sadness, sight, soft, stolen, touch, touching, warm, watching, whispers, writing, yearning. Leave a comment
what is the art of sadness?
of cold hearts
on cold beds
dark oceans apart
alone in the lingering
in the dancing shafts of light
crossing borders and boundaries
stolen from our sight
think of these short whispers
of warm hands touching
outside the yearning
without conventions
in fields far crossed
green with envy
like soft homes
born of the narrows
ordered and right
and the laughing
the lying
the breathlessness
forever
always
holding on to this
forever
it’s always
the emptiness
and when her eyes were watching me
the sadness
for you are the only
the only
the one
Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 8/16/12
2
Aug
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: ark, brides, burning, califi, cars, cities, cool, daugther, days, deep, delight, dim, dreams, evenings, eys, fabric, feelings, flame, flight, fog, forever, heart, ideas, kisses, laughter, leaving, love, marshamallow, memories, misty, moments, mother, mountains, night, poem, poet, poetry, river, sadness, secret, share, sister, sound, star, summer, sweet, tears, time, together, trails, travel, vineyard, whispers, wind. 1 comment
california calls me
like a hot summer winded flame
burning in the nearing draw
what a host of cool mounting feelings
and sweet warm memories
there in the misty mountains
on the afternoon of trails
winding through kaleidoscope hills
with little green whispers tickling my ear
small fast cars
and dreamy smoke filled canyons
mothers sisters daughters
lovely brides
in marshmallow white dresses
hot dusty vineyards burning
in a storm of dry white-air kisses
laughter and tears
and long drives from the city
a mind full of ideas
dreams breathing
sorrowful eyes sweating
all these things come and go
they have been
and will forever be
a fabric woven deep
in the heart of circumstance
and when the wheels touch down
and when the fog of flight grows dim
we will emerge from this ark of travel
to embrace the ones we love
with cheeks and kisses
hearts and flutters
a week to spend
made of days and evenings
wondering with delight
never wanting to know of leaving
nor of sadness
nor of night
for we have come from far flung places
and known these ways before
they are locked up in secret spaces
like a river flowing sound
and as we dive to the depths of wonder
with laughter at our side
once more we will be together
under stars that throb and bind
with nothing left but forever
these sweet simple moments alive
oh how we share each other
in these moments of passing time
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 8/2/12
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