They think me a spiteful brat
well they can kiss my **** in time
we the last twelve days of heat burning
the last epic twelve days of summer

Say pretty please I beg you
and I will cut myself and bleed
the blood of my desperate heart
my agony of life so denied

My friends are trying hard
so trying to lift me up
and god I feel so guilty
for I will let them down

I don't know how to die
for I have lived for far too long
how does the company of me
die in the last twelve days of summer

I will look for that finishing post
I so want to go all the way
crash and burn
bing bang and gone

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Oh my friends are ******* annoying
preaching to me like I am a thick *****
just leave me alone guys
god, all I want to to do is write

My friends will **** me one day
they seem to suffocate me
and I am drowning
spitting blood sinking slowly

I had a thought this morning
such a macabre kind
I wanted to hang myself
and ***** all mankind

Yet I relented
so wanting to go
but I know if I keep living
my friends will nag me so


By Christos Andreas  Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

This is not a blind ambition
just my impending death
I worry will I complete my tasks
not just that but will my loves know

It get's harder every ****** day
so sick in the mornings, weak through the day
but I mean to hold out and fight
but I know soon dear friends I will be gone

I came without arms
no miracles to heal
I came to see how you lived
for I wanted to be one

Now I know again
and you think god's are mad
well as I see it
we came from ones liken to you

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

What of this Egyptian tomb
with it's granite sarcophagus now vacant
who was the man that resided within
was he kind and gentle king, or a monarch of evil

Was the sky bluer, the sun warmer
was the air sweeter from scented gardens
did he know of now forgotten cures
cures for all mankinds ailments, I wonder

Their marble epitaphs
it was a triumph of the will
how many slaved souls sacrificed
how many of those poor wretches died

How horrid to be entombed with your master
buried alive to serve your king
forever more to be his servant
doing his bidding in worship of him

Yet now it's just a hollow receptacle
empty yes, yet full of mystery
this is a fitting thing
for an ancient king

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Well I have been searching a long time
looking for that elusive sister of mine
I am waiting for some strong commands
with this glass jar in my hand

My sister is such a rebellious tease
she is so childlike, just liken to me
oh do I have such a treat for her
in my hand, in this glass jar

She wanted this for so so long
needed to know the meaning of life
yet when I come to her with all knowledge
my sister Chaos takes flight to cause more strife

So I go back to one of my favorite spots
it's a beach in southern England
and there I sit, not giving a ****
letting the star frog, out of the jar

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I have been told, we will have a fierce winter coming
so should I prepare to wax my wooden sled ready
or maybe I should wrap myself in blankets
and scurry off back to bed

I wonder if this means a Christmas white
with choirs that sing carols on silent nights
oh I love the darkness of this month
hearing such sweet voices at candle light

The magic of moonlight on winters snow
that dances with trees in shadowy glows
imprints of creatures that have walked by
whist I seep snug after far too many pies

So I wait for my sweet dark winters
with such anticipation and glee
as I am winters child
and will always be

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

God I'm so choked
only 72 and now dead
it's hurts to know the good die
I wish I'd been by your side

You made being human magnificent
you were such a joy to behold
and every time we spoke
I could see the young cheeky lady inside

I remember those cold dark winters
you with your little rat dog so sweet
and me with my fluffy white cute Bow
I will so miss your smile and heart

So I make the choice, just for you
it hurts me and ages me to do this
but for you my sweet Mary
no way will I let you go without me

So I change into the real thing called me
and with wings of black and silver
I walk with you to heavens gate
and tell them, you have got to let this girl in

My Mary sweet soul
we will meet again
RIP my friend

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I lived in a small town in the mid west
well let's say some years ago
it would take a day on horseback
just for you to get to the next town

Well trading here was at a minimal
since the old tin mine went awry
they said it was because of a cave in
but I did never believed it, or took mind to it
so there was little much to do in old Medusa

Just once a year, usually in the fall
you would hear the hooves clattering on the cobbled streets
with the rattling of pans and other wares
all the folks would look out of their windows
knowing Mr Mcgrady was here

Well this one time, he put on one hell of a show
he pulled this small bottle from his pocket
the bottle had a real strange eerie green glow
he said one drop on your forehead would do
telling them all their dreams would come true

Well that night there was a big kerfuffle
everyone had a dollar in their hand
everyone wanted a drop or two
moving closer to the stand

Well Mcgrady was overjoyed
a dollar a drop he did deploy

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Their movements are made of grace and perfection
they implement their bodies to move with natures wants
sometimes dancing as warm as a summers day
but when disturbed can march to war colder then desert nights

They dance with music in their minds
it's a private conversation to their true inner being
they make numerical conclusions in movement
usually a dozen dances to find the right number

They love mathematical equations
for where there is a thumb there is a rule
so they dance counting the beats
with musical calculus being their all

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

It was thursday last, if I remember rightly
there had been a terrible thunder storm the night before
well I went to bed, laid down my head
and ******* by morning I was dead

Well I looked in the bathroom mirror, pinched my face
checked my temperature, couldn't feel my heart race
oh dear I thought this is not at all good
waking up dead, I didn't think you could

Well the weeks have gone by
and I know I'm not well or alive
butter can't melt on my bread
don't eat anymore after waking dead

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Every night before I go to bed
I turn off the lights to kneel and pray
and looking up to our vast galaxies
I beseech them god's with hands clasped
please, I don't want to come back a frenchman

Oh I have nothing against them
just don't want to be one
most of them talk like....
well like they have a mouthful of phlegm
so I don't want to come back as a frenchman

The french language is utterly banal
it's like the poor ******* are punch drunk
so what ever happens to this poor sod
I pray to the god's
anything but a frenchman

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Oh she is such a little lier
is that Tilly Tell Tales
every recess or breathing space
their she is whispering into associates ears
telling her tales the long and big ones

I don't think she knows that no one listens
she's told far too many, they start to get old
but she will keep up the jabber and gabber
from one tale to another
she is such an ***, that Tilly Tell Tales

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

It's not the same anymore
most of my brothers and sisters are dead
we are few now, the last tribe of heaven
take my heart my friends
for I am so alone

To be, most would love to be
be in the company you remember
where light shone and smiled on truths
yet here sometimes I feel so alone
sometime my wings feel broken as my heart

So alone sometimes
so hurting and missing your smile
this cruel and endless torture
that I gave by vow and loyalty
I still stand here and worship you

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I wouldn't do that if I was you
don't put your hand in her cage
for she is very protective and she bites

She will spill your sweet blood
with claws embedded deep into your neck
oh boy, no don't you do it ....she can bite hard

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I had to go to my temple
I knelt and prayed hard
a prisoner to the flames
and I will not raise my sword

From now to ever I will push more
I will bust it, break it and destroy it
each month I will push it to my limits
so I don't have the time to get annoyed

I truly don't write to please others
that would be like lying to myself
no no, I do it because I love it
and I don't have the time to get annoyed

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Hey is that part of real life
the grimy and ***** bits
oh ****...
sweep it under to carpet

Is that guy trying to say something more
can you not read between the lines
oh Jesus he said **** again
hey hey, just sweep that write under the carpet

Has freedom died and gone to heaven
did the thought police infiltrate your mind
well take this write too
and just sweep it under the carpet

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Here is my heart, just take it
it's delicate so don't my love break it
my fragile mind goes with that heart of mine
I know I am only worth my words with it

So how many candles do I light for you
what would you asked me to do
for whatever you ask of me
my vow is to please you

Understand you are my brightest star
and I only follow you
so as day fades to night
here is my heart

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Oh to lay between your legs
smelling your hot womanhood

You lay there like a kitten
my cream now yours

Look at my love trickle as you stand
this is my love for you
white on tanned thighs
knicker changing time

Come back to bed
the wine has gone to my head
let me lay in your warmth
between your ***** perfumed pillars

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Man sometimes I wonder
would I be better
with a ... yes with a
bag of chips in my hand

Would birds flock to me
or **** on me
give me a tip
about my bag of chips

Some are succulent
some rather greasy
some chips crisp
it's so easy peasy

Bag of chips poets
or something more profound
my sweet chick a dee's
maybe a **** scratcher

(Then wash your hands)

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Infiltration was the key word
the stone to bring you down
after eight hundred years I'd forget
did you really think I'd forget

I will bring you down
burning as I did
I mean to destroy you
and I am now so handicapable

Something inside said I'd be back
just for justice, to ******* up
let's see who holds the truth
the Word, you guardians of holy secrets

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

You titillate me
sometimes confound me
and I come back for more
my sweet love of I wonder

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Can you hear it behind the closed doors
can you hear them sweeping the streets
it's curfew time, keep your head down
or you will hear that familiar sound, "Get down on the ground"

Look at it on both sides
keep down and get into their minds
let them know
you are not for the taking

Stay cool, let me act like a fool
it's a diversionary tactic
get down off your feet
they are sweeping the streets

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I was lost and alone
heartbroken and feeling redundant
then you walked into my life
now everything has changed

My eyes fill with tears every time I am with you
tears of joy for I love you so
this is why my love
this is why I go that extra mile

You are my all
I am truly devoted to you
never leave my side
and I'll promise you my all

I will express myself in words and actions
for you are my soul and being
this is why my most adored
this is why I love you

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Most will never see the light within
never see my true and good flags
it hurts in some lifetimes
but I must admit this time it hurts more

Yes I have this and that
been places most would not want to be
but I was built to destroy
for I am a killing machine

I am kind as summer
but in war I am winter
test me my counterparts
and see whom destroys whom

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

To the fire I bring with one more song
screaming still life fantastic
more then just a daintie fire
Hell. have no fury without me

I can break people down to their construction
for it is nothing to one liken to me
ok I maybe the last in this galaxy
but the rest of mine are free

I told them with my faithful
I said I would hold the line
I thought I'd die
but **** .. I am still alive

I bite bullets and spite them out
play my game .. but be careful
don't get burnt by her jury
for hell hath no fury.. but I do

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

What a waste of space are these ****** politicians
spouting lies smiling with friendly propaganda
oh no no no, I am so not suckkerd into it
into all their bla bla bla's, I do not panda

Oh here they come
slithering on their bellies
it's election time
that's the only time you see them

Knocking on doors claiming to right all wrongs
when they come to my door I say be off with you, be gone
do you know what I think when I see them
**** sure, I would not want to see them naked

Parliament is just another name for a rat's nest
all huddling in their pews of deceit
oh yes honourable gentlemen and honourable ladies
there's no pulling the wool over this working class pigs eyes

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Can you see my *******, Death
well old friend that is for you
how many times have we met
do you know, I've lost count
yet here I am again
somewhat alive and well

So my old friend I plan
oh yes, I plan my death
not in the heat of battle
not in the throngs of war
not this time old friend
I did dodged that bullet

I give it ten years maybe if luck prevails
as long as this machine holds up
then my sweet nefarious friend
me and you will meet again
remember my nemesis
you again will bow to me

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

These are three words I use a lot
to me they are classical in feeling
a interval before the main event
literally a stay of hand, a micro suspense fill in

Love to use my And's, Yet's and For's
to all my poetry writes I do adore
it's become part of my poetry traits
those And Yet For's, I will always relate

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

The first time you know you are in love
is when the cracks do start to appear
and you struggle to patch things up
yet you know you are fighting a lost cause

The first time your heart breaks
wow, it can really ******* up
the sickness within the inner you hurts
with the chaos of the situation on your mind

Sleepless nights thinking of your loves next communion
will they utter in the heat of their ****** moments
will they utter the words you remember so well
you can imaging it as if you were there, the words ...I love you

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

The dogs did bark and howl, when Calamity did come to town
people locked their shutters and securely bolted their doors
no man was safe when she was around
for she'd grab a man by the neck first and throw them to the ground

She had a preference for the blonde shy guys
those with a muscular tan and sky blue eyes
she was a brute of a woman at seven foot one
and she would hunt for fellars to the day was done

Someone had to make a stand
someone had to keep her lust at bay
someone had to do unthinkable
that meant kissing Calamity Day

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Oh no there's soup on my fly
cream of mushroom to boot
and here I am in this restaurant
wearing my best black Armani suit

I dare not get up
can't get off this chair
oh good grief
I'm in utter despair

The napkin did not help
just smudged it a little more
it looks a long long way
to get to the restrooms door

I'm in such a pickle
I wish I could die
oh the embarrassment
for there's soup on my fly

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

You are as tender as a tudor rose at sunsets goodbyes
you are my blushing beauty with crimson hues
and as night falls all around us
you transform to match the complexion of the moon

Your companionship is a blessing heaven sent
all my admiration and dedication is to you
if I ever wrong you,may I be cast to the gates of hell
for I follow your mission to our great ambitions

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

It was a couple of years ago
since I lost my little Bow
she was a cheerful little thing
who would growl and bark and wag her tail
whenever you did come in

I would walk her three times a day
throw the sticks we would play
she was a lovely little charmer
and a very good conversation starter

My ex said to me , oh can we have her back
so I said sure and that was that
well all was good for a little while
I'd go to visit her, she made me smile

Then one day whilst I was home
there came a ringing from my telephone
my ex told me she had some bad news
my poor little doggy she did lose

I still think of my Bow now
still wonder how
how could I of let this happen
when they lost my little Bow

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Her life had been hell in South Shields
as love had given her a rotten deal
so she decided to move to warmer climes
that's how she became a neighbour of mine

Claire is her name, with hair that flows like red wine
I gave love up years ago, but yet still, she looks fine
we chat a lot about any subject
she is one of the intelligent kind

Slender in form as her luck in love
still has pain in her eyes
so I took her under my wings
to teach her everything

She is a very good pupil
the kind that could rule worlds
and now that woman never frowns
after making a fresh start in a new town

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Don't give me those old fisherman tales
you was with my husband last night
I want handbags a ten paces
gonna hit you with this frog *****

Don't tell me you were looking for your prince
***** you are old enough to hold a purple rinse
you want to step on my turf with that pitch
I will hit you with this frog *****

Don't give it, oh I an't looking
for I know what you are cooking
better find another pond to to get your eggs laid
or ***** in frog goo you're be paid

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Your eyes betray the lies you speak
your gestures seem kind and virtuous
yet I sense the dark in your persona
you are a demon with the eyes of a killer

Oh how long have I been searching
to match and destroy one liken to me
me of light and glory amen
and you an arch angel of hell

How we will deliver fatal wounds
I mean to destroy you
and all the dominions you hold
I will release into light

You could not kid a killer
for we are much the same
you fight for his line
and I fight for her kind

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Some flyers fly fast
but these do fly faster
they are killers on the wing
screaming death they do bring

Made to be swift and super precise killers
to see them above, will give their prey the shivers
if lucky they may meet an angel of mercy
but most don't give their mark that courtesy

They hit them fast and hit them hard
don't give them the chance to see the stars
most other flyers never see another chapter
when hit by the ****** talons of a Raptor

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

His breath smells of belladonna
his darkness waits for mine
for where I do stride
Death follows

He would love to have me
and oh boy, cronicle me
yet he can cast nothing on me
just the wish he could have me

Death he does follow me
but I pull his cloak
and make him a mocking joke
yet death still follows me

He once tried to fool me, you see
he laid a banquet on for me
silverware polished and the finest of wines
he biddeth me to sit... I said it's ok I'm fine

Oh Death follows me
he is a persistent fellow
yet if I turned to face him
he will run screaming, for he is yellow

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Here they come after another night raid
bombers relieved of their deadly cargo
war is hell and when it get's real nasty
we are all just, baby killing *******

In wartime you switch off your humanity
you close the door to fear
and you do what orders say
as that's the only voice you hear

Well lets load them up and ship them out
those two hundred pounders have some clout
when they have finished their last night mission
and under the right conditions
me and the baby killing *******
well, we will play some cards

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

He has the mark of a genius
yet the attributes of a fool
he is a mindbender
and a truth sender
a seeker of all knowledge
and a traveller of time

He is of sword and honour
and such a master of war
and his bedroom antics
well he acts like a *****

Dark as pitch black
with ears of a bat
yet golden as the day
when he has a heart attack

He's kinda human kinda not
a subject with a plan
more then you think
as universes he does span

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Did you hear what he done
did she show it to you to
did that one do that one
was all that was said... true

Oh that one is such a *******
and that one is such a creep
that one is a utter bore
and I am sure that one walks the streets

Theses are touchy tantremes
some idiotic states
yet in poetry
oh god do we relate

For no matter your manner
or muttering of pork chops
in all the things that we are in...
in the poets gossip shop

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

You are such a fearless thing
in your twenties now and still alive
when I got that bike seat for you and me
to travel around on the back for all to see

Man I peddled fast on busy streets
with you cooing on the back seat
you loved the speed
so fearless indeed

Then that day that we were on our way
for your mothers to mine
down that steep hill with all the ramps
of many gradients unkind

We hit that rather big speed bump
and with an unnatural clunk
I knew something was amiss
I stopped, got off, goodness the seat was junk

There you were learning over
one of the supports were broken and gone
yet you smiled at me, my non plus tike
my sweet baby on my bike

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I lived here years ago
so I had to come back to see
the place I was born
in that time past and warm

Here all smile and joy is the only sound
here serenity rules supreme
laughter proliferates within the walls
of every house big or small

This place is for only the kind
those whom sacrifice their all
those who don't want thanks
one's of love most worthy of being divine

So this is serenity street
see the white swans bow
they come here as I do
to pay homage to serenity street

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Those ****** cotton moths get everywhere
in my silk shirts and even in my underwear
I am not one to **** little creatures
but with these critters, I'm making a stand

I washed all my attire
with the vigor of earth wind and fire
yet knock me sideways as a cyber goth
I can't get rid of these ****** cotton moths

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Are we going to play
I am game if you are
let's play spin the bottle
come on with naughty word play

Come on we have done it before
let it be our ***** little secret
I know you are bright as me
so come on, get it on with me

Do you want to go first or second
it's all good to me
peel your clothes off
let our free love, be just that free

You want me as much as I want you
so spin that bottle with word play
for you have the same thoughts
God I need to get laid

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I love a bee or ten to frequent my wild garden
for my poppies are somewhat vast
from the california vivid oranges
to red poppies of the past

As spring turns to summer
every day it gives me more pleasure
nature is a love to of mine
so I never abuse her as if she was a toy

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

What do you want from me
for I could give you what you want
I could give you more then you desire
with passion and fire

I would not do it little
I would not give you a solar system
with what I have acquired after all this time
I could give you galaxies

The only thing you can not have is me
as I am not for the taking
so have what ever you want
but you will never have me

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

To show faith
well that is a real thing
I don't think it brings joy
not to all human thinking

But I don't judge them much
not as much as I did in the past
It was fun in the old days
to turn all that had no faith to dust

My name you could never appreciate
for the time you said it, it would be all too late
last time some mortal knew my name
Mmm ..well it took them three days to get it out

I am not a cherub
or a gossiping seraphine
I am a archangel
made by her for war

Trust me
do not test me

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

No water beyond
my goldfin you are too young
I will protect thee

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Twisted metal and poisoned rose thorns
this is Baba Yuga's gate
come here don't worry
I just want to show you his estate

See the five black towers
his sentinels the giant ravens
his garden of nettles and nightshade
handprints of blood on his front door

Yes the gates are strong
but we must contain him
as he is rather wrong
only the brave call to him

Don't you dare show fear
for he will smell you and eat you
don't let him show and tell
for he is a creature of hell

We are not impressed with his murderous ways
this is why his behind these enchanted gates
for we, the finders of the lost
would never put a prisoner in a cage

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris