What it means to be real
what is it like to suffer and feel
oh I really do the business
caring not for myself

I cough and splutter
like a madder ******
this is my *******
what it means to be real

My star ship is at maximum yield
till the broken loss off my shields
just watch this starship burn fast
the glorious starship Neon Solaris

Pods did fly
maybe some did survive
well if not
I would not be here

That is what
oh that is what it means
to be real
oh to be real

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

It's hard trying to be human
especially when you have locked yourself away for so long
they don't understand the gesture of thank you
slapping your manhood on the beat of 1812 on the table

**** they are a funny type unstuck and tight
if I said can I lick your ******
I am sure would start a fight
with such a kind gesture

My kind have been prodded and poked
till they evoke the key to humanity
what you don't see we know
so trying to be human

By Christos Andreas kourtis aka NeonSolaris

It was dark winds cold that did call her
like echo's in leaves shattered by winter storms
the ****** error of cutting herself
that is what has brought her here

So daughter in black
do you really want to die
play in hell and sing in heaven
scream ****** war with love on your lips

Do you want to be one of us
us that are claimed by the night
do you have the will to bleed
and give up all you care for, just for the night

Look my sweet lady dark
see the banner of the red queen
look at the scares on my heart
yet if you dare
take my hand
and be claimed by the night

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

The last flight was green on for go
yet in chains of conformity he took it slow
he was not one for ******* up
so ready to go the whole way

He fights like it was his last day
his mouth is full of blood
as the poor ******* lungs are choking him
but he care not for self preservation

He is so ready to go
he see's the pills
and all he thinks
is that enough to **** himself

He is angry and frustrated
cares not he is hated
just looks at those pills
and thinks f*ck them all


By Christos Andreas kourtis aka NeonSolaris

For many years I have grow you
seen such individuality of your leaves
your green and white stripes
elongated pattens of delight
it's like you have a bar code
on those slender leaves bowing to gravity

Every few days I water you
as you like little your plant food
just a sunny position on my window seal
does seem the magic to make you flourish
as I tend to you everyday
my sweet humble spider plant


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

It is so horrid going blind
squinting all the time
colours swirling
figurers twirling

Always hunting for my allusive glasses
cursing that I never put them in one place
why God destroy my sight
not that I need it to write

Yet my world is getting dimmer
it boils my blood then simmers
yet as I loose my sight
I mean to write and fight

This was my big fear
knowing I am going blind
blind to the gates of hell
naked as a new born child

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

To her grace she saved me
when I was on my knees
she did give me hope
I love her like a religion
I am her Poet outspoken

My devotion to the word
my sweet readers
one day it will **** me
yet it is not for me I push on
it is just for the words she graces me with

Yes I am outspoken about my love for her
that is why I called myself the dark star
she gave birth to a frustrated artist
that does not play by the rules
me this outspoken poetic fool

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I crash landed here
maybe more then 4,00 years ago
my feline co pilot was dead
and as I was pulled from the wrecked fighter
they called me a sky God

So as in those days
I did not mind being a God
yet my sweet brother was dead
so I took you as I saw you
somewhat cute but dangerous

I sent my SOS to the stars
so hoping they would find me
yet here I am
after all these ****** years
waiting, just waiting


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

She did slide on slander wings
so wanting to be by my side
I do warn people
I tell them, I am not one of you

Yet none listen
none do know
do they care
do they know

I came here from the last place
the place some my hope to go
only you whom reads this
will find the form of one's liken to me

The life, the half death
a poet time forgot

By Christos Andreas kourtis aka NeonSolaris

What are you hiding in that casket
what malice of Angels do you deem
I know you want to surprise them
is it really worth your while

Don't show them what is inside
you know like I do they would die
I ask you now
they must not see what is inside

Do I have to use my all
all the glory and might
no brothers and sisters
I ask you to stand down

Did you think I came here without a plan
how I could not change every woman and man
I as her envoy
does know what is in the casket

Keep away from my judgement
for we care for matter
some are wicked, some subordinate
yet they know not, what is in the casket

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Sorry mother of eve broken tears
oh yes my sweet mother
I am your alien baby

I mutated as you adjusted
you knew before I was born
I was an alien baby

Do you remember how I was
how curious about human form
the way you made human babies

When all of you slept
I'd get out of bed
just to be in the garden when they came

They unlocked things that you could never know
when binary codes where giving
as you humans did take it slow

Naked was that night
somewhere at Christmas time
that hush moment in the burning of stars

Don't you love me my human mother
like you could love another
for I am your alien baby, not maybe

Now I realise I am not one of you
just a jester in a world of fools
oh yes Mother, I am your alien baby

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

So much to offer
so little I will give
for if you die for it baby
that means you want to live

Hey like I give a **** about me
like a poor boy in love with poetry
do you think I care a ****
just for another poetic quip

No surely be rest assured
that I would not post every place insured
my pen has many forms from where I sit
as again, I poetically chemically quip

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

In The Temple Of Forgotten Thoughts
they had all forgotten what they were here for
and whilst greenery had grown fast
the mould was now on their hairy feet

They looked to the moon in discontent
and for sure were to be hell bent
to tame this unruly land
by the pale glow of the moon

So they set fires of thought
lived up to the exportations
found they could be Gods
and destroyed their world

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Oh my dear offspring
I am not one of you
your mother has monkey genes
the one you call father
is just a fading memory

I did hide very well here
yet too many wild ones got me noticed
they wondered how I was still living
oh foolish me, forgetting about dying
know dear children, I am not one of you

It drives me to disrepair
broken is my heart
that most don't grasp
what I am all about
yet this is my confession

From the edge of today
till the end of tomorrow
I will guide you to death
a new life wonderful
so sweet children never fear

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

In the silence of the night
I hear your sweet whispers
you call me to your heart
but only with hollow intent

I have observed my bleeding
my life force drained to you
this time next year it will be different
this time next year, I will be away from you

You stripped me to the bone
as all you did was moan
you brought to the edge
thank God I never fell from that ledge

Now I with hard work
will overcome my emotions
I will become all I am
this time next year

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

She sits by her marbled effigy
feeling the cold wind biting hard
and as the snow falls around her
she pulls out of her sack, her ace card

This one will rely on pity
now so away from the city
she sends it spinning in the air
only to land back in her curly hair

She has become a broken substitute of womanhood
a lost and forgotten echo of pure shame
yet all she did was only for good
her ignorance was all she could blame

So by the chimes of midnight
she sees the follies of her ways
then waits for winter and spring to end
till the kind heart and warmth of May

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

In the 80's there was a rumble
in the 90's it started to crumble
the start to the end
the fall of Detroit

Now 2010
dereliction all around
is this truly
the fall of Detroit

Look at workers
without work
this is their labour
the fall of Detroit

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

He calls the last to his table
for it is time to leave
his loss of so many
make his cause deep

Battles that have never ended
from beginnings that have been forgotten
he will take just a little more
before he calls for the retreat

Oh unworthy creatures
why did I stay my sword
why do I still listen
to your selfish ways

Why do I fight in blue skies
when all you have done is paint black
you make me hurt so bad inside
this is torture, in body I reside

So watch as we for death
break our mortal coils
flying with sword in hand
to meet our ancient foe

How vast is our dominion
how we walked with you
our babies of space
the blooded stupid few

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I crawl inside my open wounds
wanting to know the pain I feel
there is no honour wanting death
yet I am drawn to that conclusion

There is a way, I know it
when at last, I never return
I want this to be my last incarnation
for I need to go home again

Oh tragic stranger called me
oh dark hearted fool me
this my self destruction
in this valley of foolish prophets

Make good your distance from me
for it is hard to watch one like me fall
fast through his glorious intent
and the breaking of the five of me

Make fast your contributions
feel merry as I do depart
know that poetry saved me
to my heart, this wonderful art

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Embroiled in the affairs of mankind
playing puppet monkey on a string
living in this continuing vacuum
this uncomfortable nest of humans

Most live in constant darkness
with no time, or will to learn
so I will continue with my thankless task
for there is only so much one can do

It would be like holding a candle in the wind
for the lighted flame would surely go out
then once more, everything again would fade,
back to the realms of constant darkness

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Age is getting the better of me, you see
even my cat walks faster then me
my eyes are dimming in a daily requiem
complements my factual fragility

Make no mockery of time
for it is a fleeting creature
it holds no cares
for your indecision's

Take heed of my words now
know that I have time to ****
know now I do take credence
making familiar my bed fellows

If the land and the sea
did make peace and worshipped the moon
I too could just go in peace
back to my spiritual womb

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

She makes her dress with red petals
fastened with emerald twigs of ivy
happy is her wonderful heart
she never wants for nothing

For she is the kiss of autumn
the winds of change all will follow
all creatures great and small
will follow her knowing her call

Her wind swept hair flows majestically
as she calls nightfall to be her master
days get shorter with her wishes
she is magical, a beautiful spell caster

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

She stands on the street corner
in all and every foul weather
selling her candles true
a motherless poor wretch
with a father that is lame
so she does what she can
for fear of going on the game

In the depths of this cruel winter
holding out her frozen candled hands
tears in her eyes where she stands
her feet are now painfully numb
her fingers now burning and blue
yet she does what she has to do
poor so poor little candle girl

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Slim Joe's bar is not the place to be
sharing drinks with cockroaches
the glasses are as greasy as the bartenders hair
and fights always break out every time I am there

So many shady characters with darting eyes
most look like they have spent time in jail
no carpets just saw dust on the floor
I think it's for soaking up the blood that gets spilt

The television is always on the news channel
so the customers can see if they are on the wanted list
and there's a ***** in the corner smiling
I know she's selling more than just a kiss

But this is the only bar in this forsaken town
it's the only place to lay low to the ground
dark and dingy stale beer on tap
not the best place to be when you're feeling crap.

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I think I'd better sew up Freddy
his insides are falling out again
a close friend of mine is Freddy
if I need to talk he's always ready

45 years he's been my friend
he will be there to the bitter end
I know he's only a teddy
but he's my best pal that Freddy

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

She flutters from bush to tree
laying her oval prodigies
her little offspring's with big appetites
as Aphids are tasty, their favourite delight

So as soon as they hatch
they stalk the steams
looking for sap suckers
minding to eat all of them

Bulbous green eating machines
a greedy army of destruction
yet transparent wings green
will give summer it's blossom

Their a friend to the gardener
a fiend to their foe
so let her lay her eggs
and away they will go.


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

The wind howls it's lament
lanterns on cliff tops are lit
the lighthouse shines no more
as they bid the ship to rocky shores

Close to midnight end of sail
splintering of decks
the screams and cries of mariners
masts mimicking falling trees

On the beach they wait
beating clubs in their hands
these wreckers so wicked
have made good their dark plans

Running to the waters edge
berserker's most barbaric
the beleaguered sodden souls
at the mercy of wreckers tricks

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By moonlight I scream my verse
knowing virtue is my curse
windows open curtains blowing
I am piano playing and musing

Thinking in waves of silence
I am a hollow reed
a pond of light
that you may bathe in

And when I die
I will be streaming kindness
and the frogs in my pond
will shed tears for me

I should not be forgiven
for being one of black dress
I am proud of the fact
that my discipline never fractured

To the end of me
to the end
poetry truly
is my friend

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Before September ends
I with all I have
will give credence
to my deepest love

If not now then never
so I will be brave
and maybe have faith
in the art I love

Passion of words
will pave my way
to the dimming of days
and the glitter of winters stars

So before Septembers end
I will be poet friends
may the kind cheer me on
as I strive to be loved

Poetry the flight of fancies
the heart within honest hearts
glory to poetry
and all that with love, pen great works

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

If capability would be a hindrance
then it should move aside
for time in space is fragile
as verse is to those that care

Never doubt you're heart
for all have merit and voice
so sing in voices proud and high
make good you're caring souls

Let all impediments
be hurdles to leap over
let your minds eye light you're way
hold my hand for I am friend

Be not of fear when the end comes
for it comes to us all
no matter you're status in life
we go naked into the void, no matter great or small

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

My walls are clothed in binding spells
oh yes we still exist to chiming of bells
some are hero's of mankind
other's the contents of man

Time is beauty and you are wonderful
make each day matter as if it was you're last
let bygones be bygones
let the past be the past

Magic runs through me
like universal energy

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I love to kick the dust up
by the stars I am told to
it matters not disagreements
for those reasons I was made

Some I hope hate me with passion
for I am so prepared for them
I was trained many times before
to deal with rodents such as them

Should I show my armour
make you listen to saints
should I be so forthcoming
knowing all is too late

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I will not take on the 2012 philosophy
I will not run with bovine stupor
if for one minute of my life
would I light a candle and believe

Better faith of true and light
Illuminati please give me a break
an arm or leg maybe even my neck
would so put me out of my misery

Some live in the ministries of the soul
others bleat on mountain tops
waiting for their saviour
to guide them bleating back to their barns

Don't buy into the lies?
yet if you do go with distraction?
it is warm in the barn
and there is fresh hay.

So Enlightenment or Hay

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

What will you do in October
will you wait for leaves to fall
or will you follow art in pure form
I may even write some great poetry
if I put my mind to it

I need not admiration
or the embarrassment of awesome
I just write
yet when October comes
oh yes when October comes
a poet I will be

I am not here to claim divinity
or be a better Human then you
but I will claim my love
and divine inspiration
for when October calls
by it's command I will write

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

It was even stakes I would rest
I can't do this without a battle
and I am ready for that

My persona now solid mind armour
I am ready to be brave in battle
may my sweet God protect me
give me the strength to break out

I am joyful in my quest
my heart sometimes fragile beats fierce
and I will not deny the break in the clouds
to spread my wings and fly free

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Liken to a light bulb
it is starting to flicker
intermittent fluctuations of light
dying to live in it's fifty first state

The buzzing gets louder
inside it turns to powder
it's wants are all too late
changing to the fifty first state

Another future perfect in ideals
dashed to never see the light of day
this insular secret creature it creates
is pushing up daisies in it's fifty first state

It likes to feel emotion in extremes
always goes the extra mile
never shy to put others straight
this being of the fifty first state

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

She is someone that you could really cherish
she has that perfection of symmetry
with eyes of blue crystal waters
the kind you could really dive into

Her complexion has majesty
on moonlights still kind oceans
their is not a blemish
on her delicate perfect face

Her voice is like candy floss on summer winds
with that dainty scent of womanly sweetness
I do think that if she walked in spring meadows
that where she had stepped, flowers would sprout

If a flower she would be
a orchid is what I'd see
a joy to a dreamers eyes
this beauty reaching for the sky

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Oh pleasant place
heart of this city, this square
on column high aloft
the hero of Trafalgar
stands proud with no fear
surrounding this icon of Britain great
four lions of freedom congregate
and hidden from the din of
avid hustle and frantic bustle
of this capital city
is the sound of two fountains
gushing blue waters
that at night look so pretty
my love my home my city.

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolris

The sun shines at midnight
on this wild white frontier
calls from homecoming seals
have the pups reply with zeal

Soon will come the time
they will break for the shoreline
a slow precession of mothers and pups
back to the invitation of the ocean

Long shadows cast
in the chilling winds
the bite of Antarctic
bids them farewell

Till next year they come
to this nursery freezer
back to where birth begun
back to the midnight sun

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

The sounds still resounds
when it all started
and I can still hear it ringing
within the universe

The beginning
the start of light
the law of God
the new holy age

This was where new worlds were formed
the end of Angels the birth of Man
where hell and Heaven collided
where some were swiped into reality

Never to show
never
why now
when never

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Under the thumb
the hammer falls
under pressure
under rules

One utter a sin
to be unseen
a lonely soul
that's always been

A cold compartment
just a sad yesterday
yet within I see the spark
it's time you had your day

Be no more under the thumb
do what has to be done
then it will be your day
of sweet joy and fun

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

On the streets with no money in pocket
cold November rain spits in your face
it starts to get your back up
it's time to play

Play for today, play for tomorrow
make a scenario with warm heart
liken to April in lambing promise
sweet joy of new birth, time to play

Let's go back a few months
like erm, my January birth
in sweet darkness did I come
straight from heaven to earth

Uniformed conformity
foolish child of October pity me not
banish ill thoughts to one like me
for I am not your July Judas

I will befriend February freedom
and March on to glory of spring
let the winds of May's kind winds
take the heat out of Augusts fire

Let love in June say her name
and get September to say
come my sweet love
for it is time to play

For December calls
the night does come
call all to childhood
and let's play

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I run to the beach as midnight comes
just to pray how much I miss your temple
you made love justified in my heart
and with knees in wet sinking sand
I praise every moment
every touch from you

You will always be a goddess to me
and by the warm blue shallow sea I cry
just to add my sadness and salt
to all that lived before me that loved and died
my sweet fish of Neptune's domain
let's make now the caviare of the Gods

Let me in good faith call Poseidon's creatures
watch my love as they dance for you
for you know where I have come from
from cities of cotton and pure silks
the places I did call you from
to be all I'd ask of in pure love

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

In it's semiprecious form whatever the stakes
hurting and so wanting for the final curtain call
the substances it pours into it's life's body
it knows will eventually **** songs of imprisonment

Where the seven sister's, their heads to the skies
will watch in anticipation knowing soon the recharge
soon is the day of Mercury's sweet messenger
the hurting and the wanting will then not continue

It will not release the speech it was given
for it's silence and faith will pull it though
and when it fads from view
know now that it loved you

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I still have that picture of you
the one I carried close to my heart
I carried that for two years
I was so proud to have a woman like you

That day our AV was hit
and I woke choking on my blood
I was on my back, could not move
and I was covered in s**t

I passed out after that
when I did wake two days later
by the side of my bed was that picture
it was standing by a glass of water

I wanted to pick it up
but I could not move my arms

My head felt as big as a balloon
I had lost half my ****** teeth
everything was a blur
except that picture of you
then I felt I was fading
and looking at your picture I passed out again

That night I woke up screaming
the nurse rushed to my side
I asked her how my friends were
the look in her eyes told me, I was the only one left

What kept me from dying there and then
was that smiling picture of you
now stained with blood of mine
and the blood of my dear friends

It took a year to get back on my feet
and I still carried that picture of you
it seems so long ago now
but nightmares still haunt me
the only thing that keeps me going
is that unchanging picture of you

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

When frost comes fast on new buds of spring
when birds decline in morning winds
and the bite of winter still claims to fight
when the day beats the night in the balance of light

When brittle makes it last pure cold demise
when all it's follies fall from it's eyes
it is just a testing time
might an experiment of kind

When brittle comes apart in old age
are you wise enough to be a sage
barely are you hanging on
as the reapers cold blade, does close in

Time to kneel, time to heal
time to say farewell dear world
time to say you did love
time for home above

For we are brittle
dainty and little
goodbye body of man
for we are truly brittle

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

On a moonlit night on a deserted beach
these ocean wonders destination have reached
they come ashore in hundreds strong
to lay their eggs where they were born
lumbering slowly through fine sand
on this tropical beach in a distant land
deposited with care, buried entombed
growing in darkness for many a moon.

When they hatch to the surface they will have to fight
the dash to the sea will not be the end of their plight
gulls wait on the buffering sea breeze looking for earth sign
as lizards petrol the coast for they also want their fill and dine
In a miracle of nature most hatch together
little legs bounding this gauntlet hell to leather
with the relentless bombardment from the air
and ravenous reptilian foes almost everywhere.

Many will die on their first fatal day
yet some will cheat death and get away
good luck dear turtles
I will remember thee
to home dear turtles
your domain the Sea.

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I climb these stairs
so cold and clammy
to reach your heart
beyond the blue pool

I am trying hard
for you to have faith in me
I'm stepping up to the board
with heart beaten to seed

Sunlight glints through my eyes
as this one fool reaches his goal
stepping up to the board
and letting my heart rule me

Do I plunge head long
into the eternity of you
or back flip into oblivion
all for my love for you

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

To the spirit of me
another poem drained
lost to eternity
one click and I **** myself

All my Latin and French
just goes out the window
with one finger
and with one click, oh ****

I know my profanity is sin
but I am a angry child
I have no merit to age
just the heart of youth

Lost one but I write another
and this time French will do

All my Latin and French
just goes out the window
with one finger
and one click, oh ****

Lost one but I write another
and this time French will do
À la gloire du mot écrit
à l'âme et le coeur de poésie

To the glory of the written word
to the soul and heart of poetry

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I need time to understand my broken life
pick up the tatters of my heart
let me crawl on the floor
and find the dignity of me

Living love on you're sleeves
has made hollow, my space
if I am not a ***** now
yet you know that I would always be for you

You made me cheap and sluttish
you know I would only open to you
just use me the way you like
do me the way you do

Trance any want of a better life
reject my sullen holy ways
rip at my heart of ignorance
for the rest of my days

My secret soul you know
the Christos you know
what a **** of a knight
that makes you feel so uptight

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris