finding it harder to recover
from these countless mistakes.
These trembling hands
render all actions unsteady,
as the sky's rhythmic showers
descend hypnotically heavy.
Those bacchanalian nights
were juxtapositional emotion,
poured in guilt and wine
now memory's remotion.
Caught in an intervening space.
I lay on the ground, shivering.
The walls around me are made of stone, they fill up my world.
I cannot see beyond them. Have never seen beyond them.
Instead, I lay in this pit, on the cold ground, with a dark light surrounding me. It is the only light in the Pit.
The light is of the sky that blows snowflakes onto the Earth. Far above, I see this sky and it illuminates this world into a grey haze.
The beauty of it is undeniable. Yet, a snowflake never falls here. There is no white to marvel.
Outside these walls, the snow fills a surrounding forest of white birches and the cold ground.
I have never seen the forest, but it is there.
I lay on the Pit's stone, shivering; dieing.
The whispers of the Demons haunt me. They are the only other voices I know.
They tell me nothing but what is horrible.
But this Pit and the Demons of Darkness are beautiful.
They are my life source and I am theirs.
But the price of this pain is costly.
He descended lost and lonely into this world
fast did he fall, like cold winter's rain
his body broken and his mind shattered
yet he tried to keep himself contained
He felt like a ghost by a warm fire place
but, none of the living could see his form
he was a stranger, a stranger of passion kind
still in love with his sweet crying moon
Solitude and longing had become his good bed fellows
each night in his empty house they would paint nightmares
and when morning was claimed by the screaming of sunlight
they would pack up their paint brushes and go into hiding
His joy was the shimmer of a new dawn sun
it gave deliverance from the pain of loneliness
yet sweet justice came with those wonder nights
for the stranger and his love the crying moon
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
I don't understand.
Am I the only one?
Who doesn't agree with society
When the day is done.
Bulging hip bones are key,
With gaps in our thighs.
But have you ever thought,
"Happiness can't exist,
With out a man by your side.
And you can't get a man,
Unless you put down those fries.
But have a good time,
Go smoke and drink.
Have you tried this drug?
It's better than you think.
And don't get a job,
Or save all your money.
Just meet the right guy,
And there you go honey!
But he wants a certain girl,
Flawless and stunning.
So go buy this makeup,
And your in the running.
By the second date.
Open your heart.
And open your legs,
Your relationship will start.
He'll always love you,
And he says it all the time,
Luckiest girl in the world,
With a hot guy by her side.
All muscle and gorgeous,
It's just perfect,
No fights, just love,
This was totally worth it."
You you really want that?
Hate to break it to you,
But that's total crap.
Reality isn't this life,
It's fantasy if that.
Society is a demon,
That tells you your fat.
It's a size you can't fit.
It's a race you can't win.
It's a pathway death,
From girls dying to be thin.
No one can fit the standards,
That's how money is made.
Society feeds on that,
And innocent people that paid.
Guys and girls.
Of every age,
Feel the affects,
Of society's rage.
And yes I said guys.
They too feel the hate.
If they don't have the look,
Girls don't wanna date.
"Too fat, too thin,
Where's the 6-pack?
Yeah nice personality,
But who wants that?"
I want that.
Yeah I said it.
That's real love,
And that's where I'm headed.
I want a long life,
I look a head,
And yes I want to enjoy it,
Before I lie dead.
Your journey is not over
When your thirty or forty
You might have kids to raise,
You have to get up in the morning.
You get to grow old,
With a husband you love.
The one you married,
For the brains up above.
Not for the looks,
Because time fades it.
But for the personality.
That's what is truly infinite.
He should love the same way.
No pressure, no harm.
And if he ever does,
It should sound an alarm.
Because your better than that.
And don't compare.
I know its hard.
So be prepared.
I'm here to warn you,
Of the road your traveling.
You will hit a dead end,
And life will leave you straggling.
Change your ways now,
Open your eyes,
To the truth of life,
Transparent parents hide simple truths
From idle children lost without empathy
Ethnocentric worldview skews reality
And teardrops rain on the impoverished
Blunt objects bash dreams till only hate resides
In the hearts and minds
Unwinding time gives the illusion of change through technological advances
But cake is still the only course offered
Huddled and ailing they shiver, seeking bone fragments and pond slime
To sustain their miserable lives
And toothless children smile ghostly
The must-have’s meet the have-not’s in a battle-royal
But only bellies rumble, ready or not
Exhaust fumes fuel diseased pets and the quest for success is as unappealing
As an undigested fetus baking in the mid-day sun
Lives lost costing no more than a gallon of milk
Unless you visited the clinic
Back alley baby bounces bravely back
Black as midnight its plight and fight have just begun… learning first to run, and hold a gun
Slavery abolished missed the mark and the poor seek answers
And…. They get to relive poverty for eternity in a generational loop
Un-educated, under-appreciated, under-nourished, and unkempt we see their dirty faces pressed against stained glass places of worship
But the ship has sailed and no amount of wailing while whaling will change the current situation
Beaten and broken they are bound to be berated and betrayed by the society that created them
As symbol of classism for the mass’s vision of sub standardization through out-sourcing
Chinese products poison those lucky enough to be able to consume
And they sheepishly smile with wolves teeth glistening
As the fest is upon us
Time to eat the poor
That Stars must shine by Effect; Not by Pursuit
Thus Permit your Form a Finer Model make
That your Mind clips your Heart thus Admit the Fruit
Which Tangy Bites nip Worth its Pips forsake
So resumes Life your Hall-Marked Sport provide
When Bitter Chains left your Heart in a Spittle
Then HE came; As Form your Saviour confide
Broke your Tendons Strong its Harsh Links brittle
Then to the Lone Star your Exercise improve
Where Fresh yet Muscled Minds break Influence
That by HER - a-wait as Friendship approve
Hugged and Kissed your Limbs with a Difference.
Your Dove still Flies; By her Hands she set Free
As your Suitor smiles as Far the Rest can See.