I can't feel my hands anymore
I don't want to be here anymore
I just want to curl up and die
cold and despondent

I am at a loss
at a loose end
cold and despondent
this is how my life will end

Such a precarious tight rope
it tightens around my neck
and every twist of the knot
it gets evermore tighter

Not much time left, this time
for I have seen how my life ends
in the dark on my own
cold and despondent


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

The old man of Saturn
time's lord absolute
casts his scythe to the ground
he speaks to the revolving moons abound

He bids them a fond farewell
as his clocks stop forever and a while
it's a erroneous sabbatical
for king Chronos  

He is on the verge of madness
the ages would love to see him disappear
but where he does rule
his followers are always near

They pull him protectively away
telling him to fight another day
yet Chronos bitterly weeps
with tears of blood that seep

Time to chance
time to jump
his throne is now empty
for another king to emerge


By Christos Andres Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

The lions are feeding on their screaming meat
the monsters of Rome clap the fallens defeat
and here come some angels
to watch them being eaten alive

The old classic christian death
being thrown to the blood thirsty lions
and here come some angels
to watch them being eaten alive

Then after that slaughter
take them to heaven or hell
whatever takes their fancy
in this christian catastrophic calamity

Sullen serpent broken sword
we all know who truly is lord
and here come the angels
with all their apologies of madness


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

There is something wrong with my viola
for every time I tune it up
the bridge does start to creak

Oh the sweet sound of horse hair on catgut
the resin rising with every stroke of my bow
but I still hear that creaking bridge

My sweetheart is snug against my neck and chin
the music that I make comes from deep within
yet my only vex is my creaky bridge


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Flashing lights spots centre stage
it's the start of the fashion parade
one by one out they come
twisting and turning so all will get an eyeful

Lithe and pretty doll house material
little plastic smiles on their cute perfect faces
show time for the pigs in the seats
that treat them like cattle or sheep

It's utter mayhem backstage
girls fitting into dresses poorly made
just a pin here a seam their
most will forget their underwear

A conveyor belt of fantasies
a pontification of fashion
a way to dream unrealities
that you want with a passion


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Deep in the nightmare forest
where only the brave or foolhardy would enter
is the hut of that crazy man Ivan
the horror child of a dementor

The walls seep with blood that coagulates
dripping slowly to the floor
making a deep crimson carpet
that makes a crunching sound

Human bones are the spine to his door
screams of his victims resound in echos
he sits on a pile of dead bodies
and there sharpens his knife

The smell of death is everywhere
skulls outside his home warn all to be aware
he glances out of his cobwebbed window
knowing soon the moon will appear

Then he will leave the forest
and head to the nearest village
to grab another unsuspecting victim
another night of death and pillage


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

End to end they span the onyx temple
my beautiful army that I created for her
they sparkle like stars in the fermenant
twenty five thousand strong, my sweet fleet

Soon we star jump
we will break every conceivable record
we take our battle to the stars
and we will come back victorious

It was like a game of chess
hiding actions and thinking ten moves ahead
we kept it all hush hush
until the new alliance was formed

I hope my sisters and brothers do not disappoint
they all must be fleet sweet
the call to battle has begun
to the beat of the drums, we must move as one


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris