Feilding in another state of mind
beyond the unforgiving realms of time
they play their little games
at the casino cosmology

They like to hit the wheels first
you know, just to get things spinning
then they hit the full of crap tables
yet whatever they do, they are still winning

Some of those chips they have laid down
well by our cameras they are fake
here in this place we mastered human biology
you are in our town now , the casino cosmology

Get your hands on the table
you are not playing with that deck
give us what you owe us
you know friends , we take checks

No fun in quantum mechanics
or hydro dynamics
no use of theology
without casino cosmology  

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Watching...
The night
enter a fresh new realm.
The same day is cast in different hue...
Vibrance in colours dissipate...
Siphoned,
consumed by the dark.

Watching...
And feeling my presence
blend into nothingness.
This night reeks of
blatant nonchalance.
Careless shadows stretch and dance
as I wrestle with my vision
to determine mindless silhouettes.

Watching...
The trailing taillights
of nocturnal traffic.
In my city that never sleeps.
They simply disappear into the dark
with each tick of the hand.

Watching...
The half moon,
eaten away by the void.
Minutes elapse into eternity.
And seconds beat hard
upon my bastion of hope.

Watching...*
The ground
that lay quiet before me.
This earth that bears my weight...
This earth that has my shadow
shackled to my feet...
Offers nothing but quiet solace...
Fighting to calm the storm
in my head.