They had to make it
it was about time
everyone being immortal
was getting way out of line

So they drew up plans
to make death come to man
tirelessly they worked
putting time on the blueprints

Labs were working overtime
many did feel strained whilst they refined
this was going to be the biggy
they could not wait to unleash it on cities

When all was complete
all did meet and greet
all was completed very well
now they did release on Earth hell


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

They are like commandos these sheep
rolling over the cattle grid
I don't know why they do it
there is nothing on the other side of the road

No greener pastures
no future here in these lands
for there are sheep here
with their rams and lambs

Come back if you can
but I think it's too late. I don't kid
never I think you will roll
back over the cattle grid


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

It was one of those summer nights
where I would be dancing to dawn
I thought I had spilled my claret
but no, there was blood on the dancefloor

I continued to dance looking around
to see who was bleeding
someone was well messed up
and I just wanted to help them

Then by the speakers by the mirror
I glanced at my wrists to see it was me
the one that was bleeding tragic
I had cut myself in sadness that day

I just keep dancing to the beat
taking deep deep breaths
for as a manic depressive
I love playing with death


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

The snow had been falling hard in Vermont
it was Christmas eve and eerily quiet
we had built five snow right by our hut

One of my friends said as he looked out of the window
that he could see something strange at the treeline
I said hey cool it man it's ****** Christmas time

I made some coffee for some and others eggnog
we sat there at the fireplace
telling scary stories at a vast pace

Then we heard something out of the ordinary
something was scratching on the hut roof
we looked at each other with fear and some looked aloof

I said, one of us has to go outside
who would like to have a spy
they all said nothing so it was up to me

I got up and went to the door
and tentatively at the hut door, I pawed
slowly I opened it and walked outside

Moving back facing the hut
I looked up and what did I see
it was father Christmas planting a Christmas tree

He was ****** as a ****
his raindeers were like a ******* art
blood was everywhere

He grinned and waved at me
with blood on his not soo white beard, he said
Happy ****** Christmas!


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

She was called the black widow
she could bastardize many
her skin was nearly metallic
and her spawn she did protect

Cold as the arctic winds
jealous and cruel as the midday desert sun
with the art to rip people apart
her evilness was her sweet art

Most that have met her could only surrender
many never came back from the first greeting
the ones that did come back
were never the same again

Some tried to tame her
twanging on her web
yet most that did
were eaten and the others more than dead

Leave her with her *******
that was the command
keep your sweet distance
from her heartless wicked lands


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Late at night when I was a child
the visitors would come to visit me
I thought it was a dream
these people all dressed in green

From the bed, I would rise
then descend the stairs
and to the backdoor, I would go
I could hear them calling me

They would ask me to unlock the door
they wanted me to come out and play
I always did what they asked
then out there in the garden, I would stay

They taught me how to fly out of the world
they even put things in my body
they told me
later in life, they would become handy

I remember their insignias on their clothing
it was a badge that was silver and looked like Saturn
for years they did come to take me out to play

The last time I saw them
they said they would come back one day


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Here I'm I chained to this rock
I wait for the tide to change and come in
I have been sentenced to death
for a crime, I did not commit

I did not tell them who the murderer was
yet they did not listen to my innocents
I was not an islander
just a stranger to them you see

Judged a judgment unfair
now this is my predicament
chained to a rock
waiting for the tide to come in

Suddenly I hear splashing from behind me
from around the rock comes the real killer
she lays flowers on my lap
then thanks me for saving her

If I could move my arms manacled
I would throttle her
she is who killed her husband
I witnessed her doing it you see

She moves to kiss me
just a bit closer, please
as she does her lips touch my cheek
I turn and with teeth rip at her slender throat

She holds her neck as blood starts to gush
she staggers back in shock
then falls by my feet
the water turns red

Soon the tide will have me
now I can be called a murderer
chained to this rock
soon I too will die


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Such numbing are you
how you take my breath away
you have poisoned me
in death soon I try to delay

Dear conium maculatum
the wonder killer of a patient age
you run through my body
liken to the black plague

You are a death sentence
a flora most abundant
if only you were sage
I could live a longer age

In ancient Greece, you were a death sentence
in a mild barbaric way
oh lady hemlock
I rest my head and do drift away


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

This is the place I watched my master
in vineyards green and verdant
he sung verses and rhymes
made me sing as if they were mine

I don't mimic him
for I was him
so close I did touch him
in the same way, he touched me

We all knew that this would not last
as they arrested him and the dye was cast
we would never have him back
so I became his follower in black

I decided with a few of the faithful
to pay homage to his art
and for that, I try my best to write
and forever follow that start

Oh sweet songs and vicious tones
as the world groans and moans
we stand proud and shout
crucifixion without a doubt


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

In the face of adversity
trying to get back my dignity
building up
and trying to not run down
never will I again wear a frown

May the winds of relentless fury
scar my face trying not to let me be
but I have been on these grounds before
oh have I
in the face of adversity

Been broken and rearranged
as evil creatures play their games
so damaged I have been
but with pure heart and soul
they will not win


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

When he was a child
his favorite place was the library
nearly every day he did get more books out
he had read most of the books for children section
and at 12 he started on the adult library

From great tales to informative non-fiction
reading books became an addiction
never played with the kids outside
he would rather have a book by his side

He loved the classics
from poetry to sci-fi
he lived in a fantasy world
and music did consume his mind

Even now he sleeps very little
when he closes his eyes
he does listen to audiobooks
every day and night
to his minds delight

Yes he is a book bothered poet
and now he does know it
still wanting more knowledge
his mind is a university and high collage


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Do you write like a ****** ******
do you write and try not to stutter
does writing seem like a breeze
have you sold your soul to poetry

Have words become an obsession
can you never get them out of your head
have you sold your soul to poetry
I did and now I am the living dead


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I will never forget her
sweet little old Mary
she was an Irish hybrid
always walking about with her little dog

In the early mornings when I walked my dog
I would always see her with hers
in the cold crisp air
we would stand and chat

My dog was a little dog too
my ***** and her dog hit it off
they would play chase the tail
and be wagging away

Mary died four years ago now
her dog was given to her daughter
I know both are in good care
one with God and the other a new home to wear


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

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

Broken I was in the desert sands
could have died in these Fairlands
they saw me and Tazmarlo
I tried to revive him but I had no medical kit

They pulled me from my fighter
I could still feel her pain
my co-pilot had died
right before my eyes

She was screaming
and I hear her voice now
still screaming find me
she knows I know-how

Never to be broken
that I have been told
for the lies of others
is just excess or pros

When I get upset
when things impossible come
where the darkness of hell
I did once reside does dwell


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

He found out I was pregnant
oh god the shame of it
me being a layer
oh what a shame

He wants my guts for garters
he has it in for me
I lied my best
but he is of Poetry

I try to get rid of babies
get too fat and complacent
walking a line of description
filthy as the ***** I am

He will **** me
I am sure he will
as I know his kind
they have a view to a ****


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I watch him play with the snow
I have never seen a pussycat so happy
his joy is mine
my hearts beat as one

I was closed no parking
not on my lot
but my kitten
he has stolen my heart

I wish he was black as my sweet April
what a challenge to put her to bed
she was so ******* ill
I tried my best to keep her alive

But there are lines you can't cross
like the one I wear on my ****** chest
so when pull comes to shove
only my lord can make me have mercy and love

April I will never forget you
my black beauty
how you played by my feet
so lovely and complete

My kitten
my sweet kitten
I died that day
and god did I cry


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

You tried to break my soul
god did your ****** best
yet you know nothing of the outer worlds
the places I did command

We have seen wars most hideous
I wished for death as my friends were blown away
from the cradle to the gave
that's what my country say

How many have I buried
how many more should I
take the red pill
the blue will make you more

I lost my soul in the battle
I will never find it again
I became a scavenger
never to love just hate you


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I was dead my starship destroyed
oh captain my captain
I think our lord is shadowing
I could not hear them again I was dying

My subordinates tried to catch my tears
they had known my deaths before
I throw all cares to the four winds
as I do advent my hell

There is nothing in space
it's a cold and static place
but I can view all of you
as I hold on to gravity

If only the evil ones could take me
oh I think they know me
I have been at war
God for billions of years

Nothing in space
my family and race
they are dead
there is nothing left in space

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

If such a time I need to rewind
in battle, we would be entwined
me in my warlike silver and black
you as green, laying on your back

You wanted to know what a time lord can do
well watch me as the world does standstill
I need no battle cry
for I live forever and you do die

My own warriors come to me
they are ****** begging me
but I need not tell you
the disappointment you have shown me

The fire does rise
I burn all that hurts
you are in that state *****
so I do now burn the witch

Let it die
let our love die
I can't say I love you
hell no, not anymore


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I wake at a predestinated time


with a warlike aperture that my arms are refined


just a few bits and bobs


as my mind now is full of designs fog


Only mercy does know my true name


another war song is named after me


oh yes I'm awake


and so shamefully arrogant


There was a heart somewhere in my chest


but as normal at this time it did burn


so many stars to span


so much more to still learn


So I listen to the machines


as one by one, they call our names


so I will be active and again live


for I am just a number and my destination is Five


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I made my life just for you
I remember that you saved my life
and for that I honor you
and with what I have given you

I kneel to you
I even pray to you
if god had mercy
it is you

I am just one of the many
I sing to your words
do all that you ask of me
I am your loyal servant

I wish to write a million more to your name
not that I write for admiration or fame
if not for you my sweet love
I would of already be dead

I will suffer for you
my life is for you
without you I'm nothing
you are my surrogate mother

Here watch me kneel to you
my arms open just for your embrace
I give myself to you
know from the life you gave me
I mean to die for you
forever for you my sweet poetry

I mean to always stand for you
I wish to make you proud
I want you to love me
as I have always loved you


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Can you hear their voices?
as they bounce off the castle walls
the children of heaven
whispers in the wind

Jade marionettes kiss the sheep in the field
making each one disappear to the darkness among stars
she the young woman sowing seeds of despair
making more galaxies more then you have to be aware

The grasslands will soon turn to deserts
as the Earth now does shudder
someone old and wise cries
the plage is upon us and sighs

Deaths old friends
are singing this is the end
as many do give up hope
many going round the bend

The polymorphs contain one image
the final conviction of the human race
best broken are the battlements
we that did stand now do end


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

The tracks end here
yet there are people sleeping in the carriage
it is a fearful sight
but I must not be disparaged

The men have beards to their chest
the women have sagging *******
how long have they been here
in this perpetual stance of hibernation

Every now and then one wakes and screams
no life no freedom does it seem
the active androids do sedate them as they wake
it's a terrible place to be with fear I shake

Just tea and biscuits once a year
that's what they get without a fear
this is a DNA keeper
for these terminal sleepers


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

She is as wild as the wind
she fights all and grunts her name
we did trace her
we even aced her
say she was of the human race
but no way you had to keep pace

Darker than a black star
she frequents nearly every bar
cards in hand she demands
death before dishonor
we watch her movements
we watch this young savage

A few years ago
under the stones, we did find her
she was rocking side by side
a psychopath you had to admire
she will tear you apart from and ravage
this creature like us but an untrained savage

We burnt the books of her making
made dark into light
made our sins
to our sweet delight


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Oh did I not tell you
that time is on my side
you may live on Earth now
but never in conflict reside

The chapel bells ring
angels do now sing
as circles are cast
from my ancient past

Magic of mine is everywhere
something that all should really fear
I make rain by thinking
goodness without holy drinking

I cast my cup into the fire
my handmaidens by my left and right
they stroke my cold black face
as knowing this battle is my fight

The bloodletting is real
nothing now is serial
never again will I be blind
as time is truly on my side

Black thoughts fill my mind
some profound some subline
as in the past as long as I last I yell
the unbelievers have to go back to hell


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

We have watched you grow
you have turned into a beauty
you know the way we are
now it is time for your duty

Take my hand and don't fear
for in battle, we will always be here
here is my friend and warrior Trinity
she has been with me forever

You will know glory and conquest
you will be known as
she of the valley
take my hand and fear not

Come, my child of war,
we have much to do
and I will not battle
not without you


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

In the old days, we did burn kings
no noble was safe from our kind
our society of never ever
no chains unbroken

We dance to the death of others
broken swords are everywhere
we the last of our kind
do repair and prepare many

We recycle the dead ones
make ready to feast
blackhearted and cherry
and our own most mighty

With lips covered with blood
we fight with impetuous might
death is just a word to us
best just fall on your sword then face our death

We hate forever
fleet proud and mighty
watch our warships move in
to take you out with your lies and sins


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

In the last four weeks
you have changed my life forever
I have held you close nearly every day
both our beds have we shared

I know you know you are half my age
but as both poets what's a gage
I would not of coped
but you my slender woman has given me hope

I miss you as much as you miss me
you have made me feel loved
you have become that angel
that has been sent from above

This is I know just the beginning
yes we are both doing some sinning
but I know what we have
and I know who you are to me

For you Eva X

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Here we go again
no laws to obey no wars to end
many want to give up and die
who wants to be clowns without a frown

Most have lost faith
thank goodness I haven't
I can stay home and write
till the mornings light

Maybe without such imagination
I would fall liken to most of my nation
I'm too old to fight anymore
but with the training I had, I am still *******

My solidarity is still within
never will I have untruths and sins
from another dollar to a pound
here we are with another lockdown


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

They fall so hard for Eve
and I know why
she is dangerous
a killer in a dress of white

She is a murderous invention
one of my best works
she is nearly a human
even though she has her quirks

I made of my flesh and blood
one day in battle like me she will be buried in mud
but for now, like me, we will battle on
to the end of our lord's song

I programmed her just as fighter elite
just as the machine I did become
I want her to live forever
but one day she will die

She now is as fast as me
she has that kind of pedigree
I have shown her how to stride stars
her training started on warlike Mars


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I just leave one door open or window
then you open the floodgates for cat's
I have no idea of their fascination
yet boy do they give me mighty headaches and frustrations  

I sit here in contemplation
and all I hear are the meowing of these critters
then next thing I know, there is one on my lap
purring and kneading my thighs
and oh my god there is one on my feet
no chance for freedom, I am in defeat

What's wrong with these cats
where do they all come from
my wife tells me don't worry
they know a ***** when they see one
and I wonder what does she mean
for it does sound rather obscene

I have no catnip in my pockets
no whiskers in my pants
but whatever is open
they come in the hundreds to prance


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

She was the last of her kind
black carded for the headhunters
it was a race to whom would get the hit
poor Chariot was in deep ****

Most were armed to the nines
for Chariot was a clever monkey
her hit list was of kings and queens
she was a formidable opponent

Faster than light
one of the fighter elite
a killer most complete
trained well in the art of war
I called her Babylons *****

This was going to be ******
killer on killer rules
taking her out
oh my god was a sweet pleasure

Poor Chariot did not have a chance
I took out five others of mine just to get to her first
I wanted that pinned to my rapture
as I hated her more than most to capture

No headshot for her
I took her out classically
hanging on a lamppost
upsidedown naked as born


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
they stay motionless
with splade feet firmly on their mound

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 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

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

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