Posts Tagged ‘trembling’

“for lauren”

in the falling season
trees scatter their lost children about the ground
they form road-side memorials that dress the streets
there final days spent in shades of blood and turmeric
as winter takes its grip on land and shore
they frost and crumble like morning scones at your bedside
the seasons flow on like some western surveyor
and we feel the chill of northern lights upon us
together we sip pinot in the evening glow of muted lamps
a bundle of threadbare blankets stashed safely in the wardrobe
and together we come to part the sorrows
grey days seem a continuum
darkness falls early and slow slumber awaits
but we welcome her
our spring darling beauty
dressed in alpine meadow colors
and we venture to the sea for relief
the salt spray and southern breezes make us whole again
around the table gathering conversation grows
and leaves are born again to mothering oaks
we raise our glasses high
and scrape the splinters from our fresh broken chop sticks
this evening will bring dinner and talk of travels
summer awaits in all her glory
for we are her progeny
and she
our savior

-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 1/26/12

“for katie”

there is a picture on the wall
and the beauty it contains dangles like a curl
it flows through the room like wine from a forgotten cask
invoking ageless emotions only found in the eyes of a lonesome puppy
i have seen this before
on distant walls
in distant homes
that span the length and breadth of our country
a land full of children and toys
a land of letters and words
they connect the sorrow and the joy of hearts separated
the indestructible bonds that shine like white teeth in the afternoon sun
we are all here now
as we shall always be
we have stitched an everlasting tapestry of friends
and we frame them like captured butterflies in a dusty museum hall
but as always we come together for those certain occasions
creating new visions of our future
dancing to the music of laughter
and feasting on the essence of togetherness
always remember these days
spent on couches and spinning cars
these are the days to remember
and they will never die

-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 1/25/12

“for linda”

memories flow like a swift torrent of water
chasing some unspoken promise
with the speed of a subterranean river
and the power of a million spinning prayer wheels
they radiate the sound of love across the heart-born expanse
they twist like baby dancers in the far recesses of your soul
and then…
you remember
father was the maker of memories
he taught you all the things that the maiden forbid
he was the iron cross when the storms came
and the giver of sweet kisses when all things felt wrong
now you rest and remember
life as it were
warmed by the air of the wood by the fire
and father is still there…
he celebrates his creation for all eternity
he thinks of you…

-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 1/25/12

“for becky”

the sands of time flow in luscious curves
california mountains set the pace of glowing streams
vines grow a hundred years deep
to tap the soulful waters that fell so many years ago
and you walk the line of migration
falling through huckleberry trails
surrounded by misty mornings
picking the fruit of the twisted vine
it all falls in rows
wondering wild beneath a canopy of jade
couples snuggle by the fading fire light
they are wrapped in a blanket of stars
and in the foreign morning they wake
stirred by the willow branches thrashing in the wind
the new day calls for them
the fruits of their labor to be found
they pop the cork of the tawny red
and drink the tears of angels

-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 1/25/12

“childish thoughts”

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

“the razor’s edge”

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

“the unwaking”

i rise to the cold
and to the distant sound of rain,
triumphant in the morning wake.
the birdsong follows me in the showering light!

i amble over stony gravel,
a scratching song beneath my feet.
familiar is the rhythm of the day?

each new morning my heart is unstrung
and must be tuned anew,
for the shifting day,
a file of papers
and words that flow across copper wires.

the hallways are quiet,
warm air rushes about
while this lonely soul beats out a tapping…
racing hands along the lettered board.

but there will be suprises?
and blue vinyl horses
dressed in their sunset orange might.

there will be devices
and words to create.
thoughts to be delivered
to the weary souls aflight.

come back to me now!
oh day that has gone.
forever in the unwaking silence of sound…

-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 12/27/11

“above clouds in the beginning”

travel with my thoughts,
mindless with intimate surprise…

i float on clouded seas above faint and snakish rivers,
expanding awkwardly in the dying sun.

i feel slighted and content as i embark on this journey of journeys.

familiar softness resting in my head,
but not of pillows,
truly, rum and juice.

now i fasten my seat belts,
and cry for the love-lost kiss!
descending into darkness,
when once i was high and above such heart-felt meetings.

-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 6/4/97

“cloud splitter”

the wind blows soft secrets into the sternest of ears,
and they will not be denied.
nor will they wait,
for on they blow,
crazy and silent with infinite direction,
paralyzing all
in remembrance of their final thoughts.

but soon they are gone?
forever, they are never left behind.

but i am glassy-eyed,
silent and trembling,
red with tears of sweat,
aching with joyous pain!
for now i know salvation…
in one of it’s many shocking and desperate forms.

-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari (May, 1997)

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