The Surma River

Oh! How gracefully you flow!

You must know,

That you’re and were the beloved,

Of numerous alive and departed.


You’re not a river,

But a living nectar,

Of mind and essence; to me you bring smile,

You are the Thames and the Nile .


Many a time tenderly I did gaze,

At your curves as if girl of village,

Was on the move with a pitcher,

Giving birth to beauty and letting it scatter.


How can I not remember,

The lovebirds’ elation once seeing you together?

Watching your ripples dance,

And the crazy whirling wasting no chance.


Like the hectic time you flow,

Yet ceaselessly you glow

As the sacred cascade,

Keeping secrets in the breast long unsaid.



Author's Notes/Comments: 

Sylhet stands on the banks of the beautiful Surma river.

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4 Poems: Bee Tables, Woods Worship, Gathered Shards, Yes I Can


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Can I help?
Of course I can
said all from
the people of Japan
to each Corsican

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As magnets pull iron filings
and vacuums draw up rice grains
As the sun lifts sea waters
and rivers gather drops of rain
does Great Love
sooner or later
attract all to His train

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Daffodils convene
in clusters in the
fallen leaved woods
to worship in
Mother Earth’s chapel

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For wandering bees
Queen Anne’s Lace
is the table, the food
and visible grace.



-saiom shriver-

The Path of the River

I am bound again, just as they said I was
It's clear and beautiful blue hue becomes forever cloudy
A bird's chirps become distorted by the rain and thunder's cries

I walk alone the path of the river
Alone accompanied by my footprints only
Till the crow comes to bring yet another question
This I can't ignore, for the world will shiver

And the steam shall arise from my next decision
and the never's and forever's again will pour the air
I hope to hold on to whatever is left
The sun can tell another day, to become my true vision

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The river

am I nothing but broken bones? is this beating heart nothing but a burden to myself & everyone I meet..?
as I walk through this valley alone..

the shadows become something i've well known.
your eyes, they magnetize.. the fear in my soul is screaming out "lies!"
where should I try to hide..?

the clouds hang above, as the river i'm crossing over continues to flow..
if I were to fall, would anyone ever know? slipping away from it all, even myself..
glancing at these hands, I wonder what would be different if I was somebody else..


this forest goes farther than the birds & the trees..
this grass grows taller than below our knees..
my fate is an open wound.. bleeding.. bruised.. cut & used..
where am I going..? what am I to do..?
too many questions within me.. are we all our own worst enemy..?
on the top of this hill, the sunrise & fall reminds me of Gods undying love..
every memory that follows behind is purpose-less..
how could you think you know me better than I know myself?
every word you spew is worthless..


dreams are like looking through stained glass..

all different shapes, colors, hues..
why would you want to watch them shatter.. how could it not matter!?
one thing to remember.. don't give your love away, for the sake of saving someone else...


path after path, turn upon turn.. we struggle, maybe learn..
I stare into space & wait.. for something, i'll never know exactly what...
ashes have become of these fantasies..
careful not to let the blood of the past stain what is of my today..
dancing around the casualties.. murder my misery.


shed a tear for everything that used to be & let it all blow far over me.
if only we could all perfectly mend these wounds..
fragilties of life, scars of death..
the last time you close your eyes... that very last breath..


black night sky with stars so electric..
fragrant & soothing, my boat keeps moving..
row, row, drift away..
feet in the dirt but i'm being pulled astray..
the current so strong & winds full force.
the ocean is taking it's course..


beneath the misty swamp, stirs disarray..
where Satan's children go to play..
one by one, two by two.. sinking to the bottom.
he's a theif, can't you tell..?
reeking of that evil smell..
naive indeed as you let him feed..
you act as if life has turned you to this bad seed..
fool, you did it to yourself...
why blame someone else?


& finally I jump in the river to drown..
reaching out for my savior, not because i'm in danger..
I need to be taken from this earth.. I smile because i'm hurt...
when my feet hit the river floor, i'll close my eyes, & open the doors..
a light shone through, my hope for God was true...
I embrace... soon free... this body was never me.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

7.26-7.27- 2013.

True Romance


True Romance




I sit by the river

watching the insects fly

observing the dance

of the cottons


over the water

as it slowly falls in 

Once in a while

an eagle flies by

or a humming bird hovers

catching my eye

The stillness of nature

and all of her glory

fills me with


memorable stories

There is romance

in everything

if we just slow down

enough to see

take a deep breath

of fresh outdoor air

you can feel it enter

the cells of your being

Life itself is pure romance

Imagination can help to enhance

For in our minds we make a choice

of how the world looks from our own eyes

We can wallow in all the pain and suffering

or we can choose to see love and romance in everything

Author's Notes/Comments: 

inspired by one of nightlight's comments

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Black River

His dream rose softly out the Earth
to settle in a pond,

So wide and deep he grew to brew,
he flew his nurtured bond,

Desire surged, he crashed the keep,
and burst from in a fountain,

A hungry roaring black river,
came rolling down the mountain,

Wide he cast his path through out
the cold and icy land,

A hunger so refreshing
no man could withstand,

They rode his glory through the day,
his grace they drank through out the night,

Inspiration washed the land,
for such a dream had come to life,

but. . .

Misguided by the rocks
to the backwaters of dreams,

Black stream sought out a tributary,
but friends were now unseen,

A trickle of his former self,
lost, alone and weak,

Black creek meandered through the sand
to no more than a seep,

And in a dank and darkly place
his hunger came to rot,

And all he was before the rocks
had come to be forgot,

Black swamp deep in the shadows,
Thick in hate hurt and resent,

Ferments in unforgivness,
now all his dreams are spent.

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Can you hear that?

Like a river of sorrow calling your name
With each splash against the flow,
Come bathe, wallow here with me
and I'll wash your sorrow away,
Let me lap at your troubles
And soothe your furrowed brow,
UnCurl your frown
Lay with me sleep with me;
Let your soul drift,
And your sorrows drown...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The river calls...

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My Work

His cherubim agenda rises,
seeking hungered skin.
And how He muses, tantalizes
with the merest whim.
He leads me to a place
where passion's river flows.
Inviting all of me to taste
honeyed milk repose.
Hands become an an artist's brush
painting my desire.
This Song of Songs, an arctic rush
birthing newborn fire.
Rivaled by the sweetest wine,
his lips become an ocean.
Transporting freedom through my mind,
lost in deeper notion.
I want to pleasure more and more
to taste, to feel, to yield.
To find new ways, richly explore
what only lover's steal..
Opening myself I'm led
escorted by this flame.
For this I know I have been bred,
to hear Him speak my name.
Lightening flashes in his eyes,
takes me with the thunder.
And suddenly, I'm magnetized,
to this spell I'm under.
Can this be more than flesh inspired,
willing heart to break?
My Lord's Arms, my Husband's Fire,
the Dawn to which I wake.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The search....

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Goddess forgive me,

If the agony crash me under your spell,

It was the impulsion of the lover!

No killer ever loved you,

Your purple eyes staring back at the water,

The river was playing your requiem,

The back of my hand,

Gently stroking your hair,

Black, Cleopatra shinning,

No queens or kings could rob such jewels!

I came close to your ear,

Whispering the three magic words,

You simply turned toward me,

And let me a strawberry kiss,

And before I knew,

You simply were staring back at the stream.

I took hold of the rock,

And silence grabs my hand,

The stone was dripping of blood,

Along with my arms shirt,

Her skull crack, her face half down the grass.

Your eyes open, I took my porcelain doll,

To the place we saw often play,

Today it shall be our secret bed,

So petite, so tiny, my precious!

A couch made of dead flowers,

We both, bodies lay in dried roses,

Evening heavens tainted by shooting stars,

This is a perfect daylight,

The last nocturnal summer curtain,

Her dress made of silk, came out like a glove,

I placed my lips upon her mouth,

To sealed our cold alliance,

“We”, now shall be for eternity one!

Two bodies naked, the love we shall never made,

Shall be the most striking.

My goddess slowly turning to marble,

I press my warm flesh upon the stone,

Blue turn your lips seem to spell the right verse,

But mortis stiff have other strategies,

I can see my reflection in the glazing of your purple eyes,

Night have already falls,

And I remember the promise you asked me,

I discharge the small amount of clothes on me,

Dispose them in the fury of the water,

Bend over to pick up my delicate doll,

And both naked, glue together,

My grey torture visions catch the water moonlight,

It is time, whisper three thousands time the second,

To travel to the ocean,

There was a loud splash and tiny noises,

As one, we both drifted under the river bed,

Breathing water, necrophilia lullaby!


Author's Notes/Comments: 

i don`t think u know what pain is yet.....