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Ride the Wave

You ride the wave you call a life

and I shall drown in space

and before you can reach that knife

I will see the sadness in your face

That endless journey you long to take

For I am already there

But no perimeters did you break

And I am not one to share

You look through the glass

I pick pieces up and bite down

How long will it last?

There’s still shards upon the ground

Your depths are not deep enough

For I know how you must feel

Nor weak, nor tired, nor strong, nor tough

No energy from me will you steal

Have you found it yet?

I am now awake

Go on ahead, just forget

For no shortcut did I take


She showers herself in ashes of the dead

She opens the door to that enlightenment

But gets tangled up in the web of deceit

For a web is unlike any bars that hold

Yet she is the spider, the death in which she bathes

Her merciful bliss is all but a facade

She does breast stokes through the codeine

To make herself feel better

But at light she lies in bed alone

In a bed that she didn’t make

She sees without seeing

At the drop of a tear into a bleeding rose

It’s nothing she wanted

It’s everything she did

The clocks are watching her

Preying on her like hawks

She cannot see their agenda

For no time is safe

Even hidden within brick walls

Tainted child, she loves the pain

It makes her feel alive...  

Ain't No Doubt About It

With every fiber in my being
with every burning ember in my soul
I want my love for you to take me
Until I lose control

I’ll forget all the consequences
and taste the ambrosia of your sweet rapture
Traces upon your skin so endless
I don’t care if I’m being captured

You know as well as I do
There’s just no point in fighting
Your motions are like oceans
So cool, calm and exciting

You dance a in such a way
That it should be forbidden
But if loving you is wrong
then keep me away and hidden

One gaze upon you
Or deep look in your eyes
And I know everything is alright
for you’re a beautiful surmise 

I hear you, I see you, I feel you
You’re the delicate rain
A touch of insatiability
For which I cannot contain

Galaxy Euphoria

Into the galaxy all the way to mars

Oh how I love a good trip

Reaching out to lick the stars

As I make your honey dip

What is euphoria? 

A gentle galactic rain

A sensual phantasmagoria

To which I cannot explain

Oh how sweet and bitter

We are but cosmos in that black abyss

Shine yourself in glitter

It’s my taste you miss

Send away your dark thoughts

Into the temple of the sun

The feeling reigns out like shots

But we are only one

An advocate to a paradox

As space and time run through my fingers

Exactly what’s in my pandora’s box?

Everlasting stains to which lingers

I’ll open that supernova

And ride away into the clearing

You wanted me over and over

But time no longer nearing

What is it my dear?

Did your flowers die along the way?

I am at peace and I dream in fears

And in eternal is how I shall stay

What A Leaf Does on a Saturday Night

Mainly laying upon the ground

This is how they are always viewed

But late at night when no one 


Is when their fun begins

They float and soar in groups

having the most quiet parties

parties crashers are welcomed

 they get drunk off the air

high off the big gusts of wind

passing and blacking out

in random places

miles and miles from where they 


some whisper to one another

many dance and sway

they fraternize for hours

some attend other parties

like having orgies with trees

many start from the top

only to end up on the bottom

so when you see a stiff leaf

not moving at all

its probably got a hangover

this is what a leaf does on a Saturday  

The Lost World

We believe it existed but we truly don't know
If it was ever here and if so where did it go?
Under the water a disaster overnight
Just the thought of such a thing, oh what a sight!
Supposebly the people were highly advanced
But clearly the gods had other plans
Their technology way before their era
Massive waves came leaving them in shere terror
What once was eight we now know as seven
A land onced prospered now up in heaven
If it was here it left as quiet as a mantis
So goes the tale of the lost continent of Atlantis

                                       My Works on Channillo

Poems of War

The Ragnarok Papers

Bourbon, Saints, and Voodoo: Poems of New Orleans

Tales of the Dark Descent