there was a little bat who in a cave did dwell
while hanging upside down the poor bat he fell
falling to the floor he went with such a thump
then upon his head he had great big lump
he was rather dazed and dizzy as can be
but he carried on a brave little bat was he
the little bat was clever and he was very cute
and decided he would make a little parachute
then he if fell again he wouldnt bang his head
he would float down gently with his parachute instead

is sorry really hard to say
this little word a breath away
apologise and except the blame
it isnt hard and there is no shame
a word to use to make amends
to your self and all your friends
its such an easy thing to do
just a word that comes from you.

all of
America’s
gubmint hatin
yahoos, pining
to get their
country back,
should grab
yer rifles, stock
up on ammo
and giddy up
down  to Texas
to join the
secessionists
headin out
of the Union

Rick Perry
promises to
keep his promise
to close all the
gubmint departments
he can't remember
the names of

Ron Paul will
finally be liberated
from the tyranny
of his federal
paycheck and
can return to
his district to
practice medicine
unencumbered
by the acceptance
of medicare
payments

Ted Cruz will
move to coronate
his Cuban born
daddy as Viceroy
for life of the
western hemispheres
newest banana
republic

the last act of
of the Compartment
of Education will be
to turn every
public school
into a Holy Ghostin
Jehovah meetin
house

Judicial magistrates
will criminalize
poor people
or just make
them slaves
and all prisons
will be turned
into profit driven
plantations,
overseen by
the local
Sheriffs who
will be paid
time and a
half and 15%
of all profits

unfortunately
the Cowboy’s
will lose it’s
moniker as
America’s Team
if rattlesnake
booted
Jerry Jones
can’t make a
deal to turn
his stadium
into a sovereign
independent
territory as a
protectorate
of the USA

To assure
national purity
Texans will
build a Jericho
style wall to
define the boundaries
of their heavenly
kingdom and outlaw
all trumpet playing
within earshot
of their perturbed
borders

The Eyes of
Texas as the
state anthem
will need to
be reworded
The final stanza
will be changed
to "Until Gabriel
blows his nose"

keepin the ungodly
out and the chosen
people safely
insulated within
the shining
Lone Star State
will rise again
as a solitary
confederacy
of dunces

Music Selection:
The Eyes of Texas

Oakland
11/18/13
jbm

It starts as drizzle pita pata gently
the sky gets darker and darker
pita pata become droplets that plop
they hit the red soil pounding hard
dry soil jumping in gratitude and joy

Now the pounding becomes a torrent
the soil does jump no more
the ground all around
starts to change colour
mimicking it's sister sky

Puddles appear everywhere
creating droplets upon water
that leap and twirl
like ballerinas dancing
on their own private pools

The smell of damp soil is so sweet
the clouds depart their work complete
the puddles will shrink as water seeps
into the earth sustaining life new and old
the rain, in my eyes is a wonder to behold



By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

He watches face pressed to the window
hunger pains hurting his stomach
watching them flick the burgers
right into the plastic bin

They don't care for the hungry outside
the homeless the down and outs and starving
their Company tells only to sell
the rest are consigned to the bins

Been told it's company policy
yet I think it's a ****** travesty
such a waste of edible fast food
I wish their was something I could do

Maybe a poem or two
about my burger bar blues
that's about all
I can really do

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Weak, empty, miserable
That's what everyone sees
If only they just took the time
To see that isn't me.....



Judgements abound disquiet my voice
If only they knew this isn't my choice
Everyone's appraisals overwhelm my senses
At the ready to prepare my defenses
Combative and ill-tempered is my demeanor
Making everything all the bit keener
So much stirring underneath the exterior,
But you can't see it because you feel superior

Can I have a new body please
One that works
One to carry me throughout the day,
Without knowing constant hurt.

A heart that knows no sorrows,
Not mended up with tape.
One that feels love and joy,
Not one that is filled with hate.

A brand new stomach, fully functional
One that can digest
A gut that can take the burden of my suffering,
But now, I digress

A bladder that is of normal size
That doesn't keep me up at night
A bladder that isn't nothing but a pain
One that doesn't seek revenge just to spite

A brain that is fully functional
One that allows me to be at peace
One devoid of anxieties and fears
One that doesn't ruminate on the grief

If only my body was working,
The way it was meant to be.
I wouldn't be crying a river
Thinking that maybe it's me.

People let you down,
And people tear your heart out
The only thing in this world
You can rely on is your own clout

Come into this world alone
And death is the same
We are all here in this life together
So on whom can we place the blame?

Stop making one person everything
And letting them hold so much worth
Putting them on a pedestal
Is doomed to cause inevitable hurt

At one point in your life
You realize there is no one on which to rely
Time to face the painful truth
As you finally open your eyes

The only one you have is yourself
So learn to treat it right
No one can be relied upon to carry you
Through your inescapable plight.

The artist lays there on my bed
asleep with his broken heart
he is a good friend of mine
with such balance and warmth
he can put a grin on my face
with his smile, to the end of my days

Whist he slumbers
after reading so much of my poetry
what a friend to tolerate me
what a friend he must be
so off to make him a coffee
and wake him up again


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris