You are dead to me
as I am to you
you did what you did
so I will do what I have to do

No mercy for you
not a care left for you
never thought you'd turn on me
with such tormenting treachery

Most would fall to bits
I will keep myself together
my life's work
is the crush you, I hate you

The sandbags have shielded me from your spitful shrapnel
and out of the bunker, I come
just me alone warrior
as you have killed most of mine

You are the ace in my case
it's you I want to destroy
as you tried to do to me
stripe me of all dignity

You are dead to me
I do hate thee
and revenge
is all that I see


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

For Summer


If only for Summer I write this
the warm winds and happy smiles
the perfume of flowers
days of dancing in the warm sun

I wish I was not a winter baby
one that was brought up in the snow
for all we know is no parties in the garden
because of ice and snow

I wish I was a Summer baby
full of happiness and good cheer
but not in my life
it's a pity I fear

Blue eyes and blue skies
goodness I wish I had both
even a party by the coast
as for me a happy host

Yet I love to see
if in summer I was born to be
and in-kind warm winds
I myself could have a party again

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

The mist moves slowly across the water
soon it will hit the shoreline I call my daughter
she runs from the house, spellbound
we watch it roll in making not a sound

It's an eerie silence somewhat suffocating
even the ripples lapping have diminished
I ask my daughter, can you hear that
what the **** is it, coming to shore

The smell is overbearing
Larna I think we should go back to the house
whatever that is in the water
I don't think it's good for our health

I grab her hand and run with her
jesus this time I have no guns
what luck
I am usally packed to the nines

I bolt the door and ask my daughter to get the knives out
whatever it is it's ****** coming this way
we can hear it gasping laboriously
then hear it pounding at the door

I ask my daughter have we bleach
as we have a gas cylinder here
maybe if we blow the crap out of it
we will have nothing to fear


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Something This Way Comes Part Two,

As the thumping gets louder
I say to my daughter have you a lighter
she says no I gave up when you did
and all I can think is oh ****!

The wooden door does start to splinter
I don't think we should hide behind the sofa
as I shake my daughter soo transfixed
let's get to higher ground quick sticks

Suddenly the door burst open
and there in the doorway is a most grotesque creature
with many tentacles abashedly flaying about
I scream hey don't hit the lampshade, I just bought that

But I think this monstrous creature has food on its mind
hell has no fury with our ***** on the line
It comes closer so its eyes you see
and in a polite voice asks can I have a cup of tea


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I cried that Friday
watching them hurt you
I said nothing for those ****** Romans
I held your sweet ****** mother
her tears still scar my shoulders

Oh holy were here torn, my sweet lord
I kept my wings secret
but just like the old days
I was so so tempted to smite them all

The death of you
I have watched many Angels die
but oh my sweetheart
did tear my world apart

We waited for you
walked that road for you
we were always faithful
and never did we forget you

I hold my hands open
try much to not be the warlike ******* I am
know I cry for missing you
but as the first of mine, I will never forget you


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Never the 14th will matter to me
it was the day I would celebrate the meeting of my wife
every month on that date I would take her out
and wine and dine her and romance her

Now look what that ***** has done
she was having an affair and tried to ruin me
she even got me arrested
what a horrid creature

Some of my friends have seen her down the road
with another man in tow
she has no dignity
she is dead to me

I can't wait to divorce her
hopefully, put her in jail
she is just **** to me
this evil ****** cow


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

How many times was I told off at school?
just gazing out of the window daydreaming
teachers would say Christos what's the answer
and boy I would be non plus

I giggle about it now
but it was not funny then
I was a very obedient child
never lackadaisical or wild

But forever in those days, I was gazing out of the window
looking at the sky and wondering why
these ****** teachers kept talking to you
I think my dyslexia got the better of me

Even now my handwriting is crass
this is why I type as my handwriting is trash
even when I am out and I feel a poem coming on
I want to get home so I can type it and not go wrong


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

You can feel lonely in the crowd
not invisible but maybe alone somewhat
such isolation with so many people around
just keeping my feet firmly on the ground

I can't freak out or be outrageous
can't let my alter-ego loose at the moment
have to wait to I can be on that dancefloor
making havoc and dancing like a monkey on fire

I get so ****** soaked in sweat
sometimes my ******* even bleed
far too much dancing
and I forget about romancing

Never in fear to stand out from the crowd
dancing like a spastic on pills
that's me on the weekend
clubbing to my very end


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris