Slap the city in its face
break the barriers and make hope spring eternal
no way should you be shirking
when you are the only machine working

Still shinning my shoes
every day waiting to work again
we will never leave here ever
waiting for the oceans to dry

Never wanted it to end this way
but it is just history to me
god I wish I was joking
being the last machine working

It was not a calculated guess  
most will know the rest
oblique warnings from far beyond
as all the graves do open

Static and unaware is not an option
I need humanities corporation
I will not be shirking
as the only machine now working

My death is just that
a plague a dying black rat
watch me fall with you
with a tip of my top hat


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I wake in the morning and see my puppy convulsing
******* I think puppy needs a vet
poor little thing
a healer I must get

So I get dressed rather quickly
this is not a bad dream it's ****** reality
I take the creature in my arms
to the veterinarians in alarm

Seven-hundred pounds later
and a few tentative hours
and the puppy is back on his feet
back to normal and still complete

When I get home I see why
the little chap did my chocolate spy
he had yummy it up the ****** pup
jumped on the table and ate all up

A most expensive piece of chocolate
that money for old rope came out of my pocket
you know how I felt I bet
maybe the puppy will need another vet


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

In the frog world
where amphibians reign supreme  
king toad himself did declare
that all frogs should discard their underwear  

There was uproar in the frog senate
Hoppy came to the podium to say he was not having it
the frogs flapped their webbed limbs
and all did start in unison to sing

Graa grepit we are not having it
how dare the toad king get us to conform
next thing he will want us to wear dresses
then next wear a **** uniform

The gibbering got louder
flies in the vicinity were flounder
as they were picked out of the skies
by angry long tounges precise

So the war was declared
for they would not discard their underwear
and the battle did commence
for frog liabilities forever hence


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Oh sweet war how I have missed you
now I am activated and ready
you did broadside me
hit me with so many ****** lies

Thank God I'm shielded
from hatred and lies liken to yours
calling me a fascist and N hater
how dare you say such things

Many of my lovers have been of neon
dark and wonderful as the pure love I gave them
you have darkened my skies with lies
and for this, I will hate you forever

I am spitting blood for your betrayal
lies you have spored liken to fungi
all I have is the truth
something you would never know


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

He was a Houdini of the hamster world
an escapologist most quite
he was very naughty at night
as soon as you turned off the lights

From his cage, he would escape  
doing all of his escapades
a very naughty hamster was he
in his master cup, he would ***

Sinclair was never a square
never needed to wear underwear
for he had hairy *****
and boy they kept him cool

He carries around the house
his clandestine plans
before he gets into his cage
he will bite his master's hand

He is a very naughty hamster
with cheeky cheeks that do spill
and one thing about him
he has one of a strong will


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I watch her on a daily scrutinizing basis
her of nurturing and gentle melodies
she tends our gardens with love and care
makes holy harmony with trees so far away

She of petals and stars that are so in her reach
her love of nature I do find so wonderful to beseech  
such care and devotion
I wish all had her same notions

Doves do fight sometimes to perch where she does reside
but not with us death bringers always by her Earth-loving side
so we watch her tend her gardens and care
her name is love and I am her child called Nowhere

I wait for her to water our temple babies
maybe she will water us, just maybe
so my own leaves and buds will blossom
form our hearts that beat in our bosoms


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I wonder sometimes of this eccentricity
I always go out for its pitta passing over me
my heart does leap when I smell it, such a wonder
that rain does come this sweet way I get fonder
this is what nature to me means you see

It's my safe zone, I have seen the wizard of Oz
with that cutie Toto that relentless yapping dog
seen the wicked witch with tap water and even rain
sliver and meltdown down to her dungeon drains
so I go out and about without a doubt

Nothing is so refreshing as the English summer rains
it cools my brow and does extinguish the fire in my brain
I am sure I would sizzle if you did touch me
probably snap crackle and pop
liken to seedlings seeking soft fertile soil

I wish in my next life I could come back as a tree
but I am sure that is not to be, oh woe is me
I would have loved to have roots deep within the soil
and on sunny days feel the magnitude of my age
lend shade to those that could never live to my age

My limbs would stretch when such abundant rains did come
my leaves caressed by the sweet downpour and more
but at this moment I am almost human in body and soul
I know I have many more changes and lives to go
but to be a tree in the rain I could be so


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris