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

She was a slave girl of ancient Greece
her hair was black and flowed in warm winds with beauty
her justice was her glory she was the kindest of the kind
was a Heliconian of the steps of Sparta
she had been taken at night in an Agogi killing spree
and now she was a bought slave in Athens

The wars of the Greek states were at all-time highs
many cities did have their own clandestine spies
that would convey the strengths and of the city-states
and the weaknesses of the people
I in those days was one of the few
and loved that slave girl and so would have you

By the Fountain of forever, I did meet her
I gave her the bracelet of freedom
so no more could she ever be a slave
and free should and would always be forevermore


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

They had no chance of redemption
as they fell one by one
wifi had taken over
and killed the young and old

The truth would abide with them
these pollinators of our once green earth
they gave life to flowers
yet now they die in their thousands

No words did they speak
no flowers did they not seek
but yet a race of pollinators
are now even dying or dead

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

She stands on the clifftop
her hair fluttering in the storm ahead
she is the hope where none has been
the last hope of spring

Her gown is of black and red
she does cry for all the dead
hurting inside breaking into tears
for humanity she does fear

Once she was one of them
did die like some of them
then she found the light
a most fantastic thing

Double dare was the game
salvation was her aim
her suffering she pleads she could cope
in the late spring of hope


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

The fun went out of the window with the ****** flu
no fun to have a rebellious streak
no danger anymore
where are all the dangerous aspects I do seek

I feel redundant and a lost cause
can't be the wild child I want to be
what I want is nothing I can see
pent up and vexed is me

I want to be ***** and naughty
want to scream at the rain
dance like the psychopath I am
scream freedom and sing to the ducks

Yes it is no fun for me
being imprisoned inside
where are the open lands
I have always done and did reside


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

In the forest of no cares in the worlds death
there you will find that white rabbit
trees are moved by gentle winds
this is the dwelling of that magical rabbit

The time he has on his paws
magic runs through his veins
with his smart waistcoat
from the savory row the only one

He is hopping happy
he makes the mad hatter look sane
he plays with Alice with content
but his mischief is broken and bent

Time has not been his friend
panic in time makes him franticly sent
he is a white rabbit of fear
knowing the red queen is near

He digs hard and deep
the salvation for he does seek
the red queen wants his head
and she would no be satisfied until he is dead


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris