Some of us have been broken-hearted
some have loved ones departed
some have a drug addiction
others are with alcolal related problems

Most of us are well messed up
I do know a few that are not
but they are twenty percent of the lot
most are really emotionally messed up

If poets are likened to me
you write when you want to
and no *******
should tell you what to do

Freedom of speech
that's gone out of the window
you have to be careful what you preach
or be a broken window

Oh the wonder of words
this child that deserves
such attention
that words do reserve

God it has happened to me
don't say all that you feel
because the world has changed
and nothing is fake and not real


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

You did ask me how the world does end
and with sad eyes and tears, I said
with a whimper and not with a scream

Oh how this world does end
the thinking of a hopeful future
but god there is non
for a new apocalypse comes

I wish I had a mother and father
yet I was built for this sweet event
a contract I have to fulfill
like death, I will yield

This apocalypse
this mayhem made by man
here with swords of fate
me and warriors' stand

Watch the singing stars
vastly powerfully than Mars
watch what we can do
just to save you

We call our war cry
ready to save some *****
we will protect
so no harm does pass

We can hold much back
but we are under attack
this apocalypse
we can't forever hold back

My sweet kings
my sweet queens
it is time to fight
with what we have
with all our might


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

We battled together and will battle soon again
our armor is the army of one
we will get them
and **** them

No mercy for the evil ones
Wir Kommen für Sie
and when found
we will **** them all

You ****** murderously killed
now we mean to do the same
you are evil ones
but we can play the same game

Breaking the laws of causality
taking time into my own hands
not for the first time
from many times we have done this

We are the army of one we are
the last of our kind
always not with forgiveness
as we have a hate on our mind

We turn our battle to you
so kiss your *** goodbye
for you have no idea
that now our angels do fly

Glory to the kind
glory to the meek
glory to us
as vengeance we seek

You ****** on our lands
I know you don't give a ****
but we will beat you and destroy you
as soon as our troops can

Wir hassen für immer
ihr alle werdet schrecklich sterbenand
I hope to send yours
all to hell where you do all belong


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

There are strange happenings going on down Apple Lane
many of its residences are strange and quirky, maybe insane
take Mrs.Gray at number 10 in her garden she has six-foot hens
and Mr.Tattles at number 2 is always stealing other peoples shoes
the problem with him is with the people still in them
and what is that green glow from number 4
look over his back garden and the glow is more

The road to these houses is something to believe
the trees there speak in German and have black leaves
and birds of despair tweeter insults to passerby's
whilst throwing homemade blueberry pies
at number 20 Mr. Barker has a homemade cemetery
right in the middle of his front garden
and if you ask him why, he says I beg your pardon

Yes many a strange tale that makes you say wow
that's what you have down Apple Lane
they say their English but most speak gibberish
it is definitely a lane for the insane is this Apple Lane
at number 13 unlucky for some lives Mr. Plum
who is always shooting out of his window with his Bebe gun
what a queer lot of folks they are by gum


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

No roar of engines
no more jet streams
life is now more simplistic
for only here do butterflies dwell

The air is fresh as mountain blessed
it is time Earth had a chance to heal and rest
we had become far too big for our boots
now time to watch the blossoms and shoots

Time to smell the fresh air
sitting in your garden in your underwear
singing birdsongs is everywhere
nothing to do and not a world of cares

Reality has become a banality
boredom is at an all-time high
just watch clouds in blue skies
just drifting slowly by

Not time to think of the future
just think of pasts gone by
flutter your mind
just like a butterfly

Watch nature come back
wildlife return
for many years
humanity did let them die and burn


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I watch the ripples as one by one
I throw pebbles in the pond
watching the rippling waves
that come lapping to my feet

The cause and effects
is a curious fascination
an unbridled passion
that does appeal to my eyes

I watch the frogs on lily pads
bounce up and down
then stay motionless
with splade feet firmly on their mounds

White swans with slender necks drift by
reeds do rasp in the gentle spring winds
in the background, I hear peacocks call
it's a haunting sound one the strangest of all

The skies are blue and sapphire
the smell of rebirth is in the air
as I throw another pebble in the pond
drifting dreamily as I watch and stare


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Drinking from the mountain stream
before we do have to ascend
we know some will not come back
it will be the ending of some of them

Time to go boldly climbing
clambering up the rock face
many of us tack down
before we go to sleep

We will come to the summit in two days
already two have died and to rest we laid
one was my best friend
and I will miss her soo very much

We that are left hold hands
keeping our union together
just two days more
but it does seem like forever

On the last day
just before the summit
another three fell
in this cold freezing windy hell

At the top, we saluted our friends
for being up here and left their names on a plack
we would have to get back down again
and lose a few more friends attired with packs


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris