On mountain top she wails and weeps
bringing torrents of tears crystal cold
she has lost her only love
to a war that has filled all with tears

Down mountain steep they run
misery babbling in whispers
the trickles of loss and dismay
past cites where the lonely lay

Echo's in images is all she has left
the smile she had now imprisoned
a cell of her own making
an epitaph to lost love

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I remember when you cried
in the falls storms of November
the shallow grave you painted
on canvas made for me

When lightning hit the great oak
I knew it was time for me
those words of fright
hold tight, and fine to flee

No maternity of heaven and earth
for the last have taken flight
only the few remaining
will be there to fight and hold tight

Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

As the sea recedes and calls
I grab the shells I collected
and I make their colour deep
from the tears that flow from my eyes
and all the dreams I had are just ripples
in a sea of distrust and troubles
the moon smiles over me
and casts kind shadows
but yet I cry
and wish to die
Again and again
I wish to die

I am a Greek tragically in the wings
without an audience to perform to
the jester by my side stabs me with his fake knife
tells me I'm a sorry ***** and I could have a life
But yet I cry
and wish to die
again and again

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

She was my mercy
that star time denied
for when her light shone
beams of understanding
went to mine eyes

Her words cried Gods tears
love locked for all these years
the glorious wanted, she had found
the challis of life
was in her snow white hands
and the red rose that sprang
spewed envy throughout the lands

No child of Eden's wit
doth really give a sh.t
that we **** so easily Earth
this mother planet of our birth.

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

To the moon he cries
before the shot to die
and the solitude of his life
was just what it was Just life


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka Neon Solaris

Would you burn all your bridges
live life for others not for you
be the main cog
in the new world order
lay flat on your face in worship
in the black onyx church of hate

Would you open the seventh seal
scorch the skies make ash it's land
drink the blood of the sacrificed lamb
call on the armies of the dead
with the war cry .....
death to the faithless

Can you tell Love from Hate
or even good from evil
in this corrupted land
could you destroy their cities
bring humanity to it's knee
so they would understand.

I Could, I would, I will.

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

If only for a summer of solitude
for the crisp cold air of mountain streams
I would lay there in lush green grass
serenaded in blue skies, in a waking dream

Here in this scented field of bliss
where daffodils that do angels kiss
and mother earth hugs you
and tells you of your worth
I would love to dwell
yet I am convicted to Hell

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka Neonsolaris

He had lost the capacity to love
no want or care for others
just understanding
time was a luxury item to him
love was just another mirage
a clouded vision.

Closed is the temple of his mind
the outside world a distant past
clocks in every corner of his house
reminded him never to waver
peace and deep thought now
knowledge he could savour.

Summer was walking away
the nights would get longer
he smiled at the thought of that
falling leaves to shooting stars
the darkness of the nights
the glow of cold red Mars

September will be here soon
he whispered as he tapped
fingers pounding keyboard
the product of his art seen
in a dimly lit room
on his computer screen.

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

This cities rain spits acidly spitefully
breaking the limestone buildings slowly
the gargoyles faces droop and melt
in this city aged with greed when built

No summer here, it never comes
just incessant downpours that run
down to the sewers where rats dwell
in this city accursed with living hells

The tree lined avenues buckle
under the weight of lost dreams
and the people you meet here
are not what at first they seem

Oh unholy city dying pretty
braking down what's left of humanity
indignant and glorious is your demise
in the foul foul rain before my eyes.

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

As a child so crippled with words
you Sir understood me
for my dyslexia suffering
was not a point of question then

Your faith I was kinda intelligent
older then my age
it stayed with me Sir
and I will always remember you

Your John Lennon glasses
the way you smiled with kindness
I will never forget you Sir
for I treasure you're sweet face

So I say once again
thank you Mr Jameson
for your hope and kindness
gave me faith to become me.

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

She held my hand
looked into my eyes
then she told me
that she loved me
and I cried

Her raven hair fluttering
in the tempestuous wind
gave her an angelic form
that I could not deny
and I cried

Have mercy on me
my sweet blue eyes
tell me this is not a dream
and words you've said are not lies
then I cried

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Her sudden fall into his arms, he anticipated
for he had planned for her all his life
and even though she knew he would have dominion
their ****** bond was made with a Kris knife

The absence of dreams just nightmares
shadows her very core of being
images after images invades her mind
eyes tight shut, yet she is still seeing

His love is her sweet pain
his want, is her gain
through the swings and roundabouts
their love for each other drives them insane

Liken to stars on a collusion course
one big bang to oblivion
let these star crossed lovers collide
free from the earth they are living on

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

This incessant dull thud of pain
tries to weaken my resolve
yet I wear it's badge of conduct
no matter how it tries to break my soul

The pain killers try to hold it a bay
but as the pain stops it's just a delay
for this creeping assassin
will wait, then have it's own way

It's daily task is to bring me down
to break what life I have left
it pitches it's tent close to me
reminding me it will never leave

It breaks my sleep
tears down my dreams
is this the way I go
in adjective pain it seems

This is not the first time
that it's cold thin fingers
have reached within me
but it could be the last

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Closed now is the door to love
for I have lost it's only key
so solitude is all I have now
my friend and companion me

There are no more tears to cry
I have faith in my meaning
no tears forever more
my friend and companion me

Give me a mirror
give me the sun
then I'll have a shadow
to again become one

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

She is the water that slipped through his fingers
the fountain of joy he bathed in, forever lingers
her repetitious pounding of her hearts flows
will lead her to seas, beyond his kingdoms of snow

Fresh waters gives voice to trickling ****** streams
as storm clouds feed, looking for every crack and seam
Goliath's that do lose their structural integrity
will be brought to their knees for this is her legacy.

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

She white in glow with her tail trailing
across the night skies glory so streaming
one of natures life givers of old
with many stories of change told

Her and her kind are visitors
from far beyond this solar system
and the waters of this world
are the wisdom of early us

None are alone here in this void
we all have hearts that beat as one
and all the glory of Gods
is truly the glory of you

So shine as stars do
love and trust in all
for we glow like stardust
until we eventfully do fall.

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Your feminine movement
rings like a chapel bell
for you are my Eve in Eden

You are my sweet blessing
my sweet child of love
I will give you all of me

You are passion incarnated
a pride of womanhood
and I love you

The scent of you
your holy trinity
My God I love you

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I watch them jump around in the Julla tree
biting each other fearing the second one
they look so cute fighting amongst themselves
greedy Gibbon's with bad habits

I watch from a distance
for I trust none of them
I love to hear them gibber
in their incoherent *******

I want to play master of the sea
so please don't play with me
for I will tear you all new *** holes
and put your gibbon heads up it

This is my first warning
in my life there is no morning
so think on it you gibbon *******
if you want to see another day dawning

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Are your eyes open to what is going on
our country is being brought to it's knees
as housing shortfalls and higher taxes
and the influx of emigrants and refugees

Oh this politically inept government
are now overcrowding the streets of London
pushing people out of their long term homes
we have no choice now, something must be done

So we will do what we do best and incite rebellion
we need to turn our country upside down
bring all to account that have put us where we are today
those insipid ****** who wear the usurpers crown

We need to take our beloved country back
no more hiding in dark comers, it's time for us to attack
we must get the backing of our armies and more
there is no longer a choice left, but a new civil war

The war will be bitter and ******
yet there is no gain without pain
our hands will be blooded and cold
as all in this alliance do make heads roll


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

She told me to ride it hard
told me to bust that storm
and by the pale moon rising
I made it so good for her

My sweet sunset goodbyes
and all the hello tomorrows
I made a tea time God
making sure she would live a lifetime

I leave soon with the key to the highway
that super light fantastic
and I mean to break every law
show I am more than most could know

I've got my poet creature
and I know she will fair well
she is the love of my *****
and I truly love her so

When I am gone
that girl will carry on
she will wave sunset goodbyes
and hellos to tomorrow

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I decided to be slightly human
I went to visit total strangers
knocked on doors of humankind
and asked them to let me in
with a camera crew and all
before I leave this Earth to open skies

This year, this wondrous year
this year I leave to the outer worlds
I thought I'd better know a few of you
for time has me held to account
and I am sure not one of you
as I pray on bended knees to open skies

Daylight spills it's platitudes
yet I converse with the night
I am more then you could merit
more then a Christmas delight
I am more then meets the eyes
as I change persona's to open skies

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I watched her as she walked to the lake of silver
there she laid a wreath of Ivy with tears in her eyes
I know that she does truly loves me
but her heart can not forgive my dark ways

She was wearing white silk
a blood red ribbon in her hair
this dear heart of mine
even made this Angel cry

Do I blame her for breaking away, no no
for this is the testing time of faith
and even one as wonderful as her
could not see the light that burns within me

Yet as she casts the Ivy to this silver lake
the moon casts a shadow on her
and I see the pathway to her soul
and I know she still loves me

So torrid am I, such a dark storm
even though I gave fair warning
I don't think she will ever forgive me
as she casts me into the lake of tears

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
© 2012 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

It does not matter what you think
I do die disinfected of human beings
a regret of times gone so by
for mighty was the sword in my mind

Now we do what is asked
we surrender our noble swords
for we did mean to fight
on so many, on so many sides

Could we fall in ignorance
for we could not protect all
should not the manner of Earth
be given by the great stars of old

Some God's are pure infants
closed to the fabric of time
swaddled in comfort
in the future of baby stars

My Love for them
lord's of time
oh goodness no
they share a Holy Rhyme

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Watching clouds on top of Cherry Hill
telling the midwife of flowers, the Daisy
how blessed and beautiful she is to me
with petals white and tender
it's slender stem with the slightest curve
it's popularity is nothing less then deserved

It's diminutive heads pop up all over the ground
peeking over it's lush vivid green companion
there to be picked and made a circle of glory
for delicate hands full of promise will bend them
all that are the hosts of Cherry Hill
will call to others saying, humanity is not over

The children of Earth are not as bad as they think
and the heavy tariff of making them mortal
some think this was unfair
somewhat slightly immoral
see how sweet, so not distant they are
so liken to us as young foolish stars

Give them a chance
come stand in the circle
know they maybe small
but what might within
so come and hold me
in the circle of Daisy's

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

She is the kind of woman that always makes you smile so
with her delicate words, green eyes kind as summer meadows
her beautiful heart is made of sugar and lace
and next week I will be a gentlemen, when my place she does grace

To share my passion with likewise friends
to express in writings, and to sites do send
this lady as sweet as sugar and lace
will next week be sharing my passion and space

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

He stood by the bridge in the stillness of the night
knowing that it was time to cross into his dream world
he looks at his hands and they glow in the darkness
the time has come for him to step bravely forward

Angels of light line his path and bow to him
and with each step he takes they call him majesty
he holds his hands out for them to touch
each one in turn lower their heads and start to cry

His cloak of silver and black that drags upon the ground
does make every step he takes turn to silver and gold
this communion of the kind holy and true
starts every Angel he passes to sing to his glory

As he reaches the middle of the crossing
he stops, and slips his hand into his pocket
then from within he produces five red roses
and casts them into the water that runs fast

By the keystone he kneels and starts to pray
looking up to the heavens he vows to be all he has to be
and as stars wink in the firmament
he walks bravely to the other side.

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

On winters morn when summer is scorned
we made a pact of The Nearly Dead Poets Society
to share our works and to share our quirks
from the chimes of midnight till morning light
the twenty so tested so wonderfully chosen
now commanded by a star burning yet frozen

Time for the old guard to bow and move aside
for dying poets twenty in immortality will reside
they plan to make a bible of words true and plenty
do these hearted dying poets of wonder twenty
their founder plans and perfects their claim
to their love of Poetry with such drive insane

We will, has become their key unlocking the codes of being
so to the glory of this art they do strive, always creating
all know armies come and go, nations rise and fall
yet the written word will always survive most complete, but not all
may love to the word be by honour and somewhat sobriety
to the glory of those twenty of The Nearly Dead Poets Society


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris



By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

The ants wave their antenna in anticipation
the bee's do their work in the name of propagation
and as the steamed cake is taken out of the oven
on hilltops the witches hide in secret caverns

The Jackdaw sings to the four winds
thrones are toppled of ancient kings
all the cities slumber ready to wake
when the topping is poured on the magic cake

Toadstools of tales will pop up from the soil
kettles around this aged land will start to boil
the children that have never grown old
will grow with mutuality beings so bold

All the casks from sea wreaked ships
will cast mariners *** onto their lips
for all that do dwell here so await
that wondrous sweet, the magic cake

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

To the sea I do now travel
for my ship does leave soon
for I left tears for thee
I have left letters of love
for all my love see

Do not cry or morn my leaving
for one day I will return
in kind and warm winds

That whisper you will hear at night
the arms of comfort that you will feel
will be me, my love and heart
my embrace will truly be forever

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

In rag tag clothes, they play on derelict streets
with little toes poking from old shoes on their feet
and when the sky does dim, another day older
some other poor kid will comfort them
let them cry on their shoulder and play mother

Little arms around each other
care not do their mothers
for the drink and drugs
have given these children little of mothers love
and when justice comes Gods forgive them

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Glass falls from the windows round
a wizard from the sky is inbound
another warrior star child late as usual
my interfaith brother called to make us complete

Now we will dance naked as in the times you never knew
and in casts of many colours show you what our kind do
do not panic in what will take place
for we are here to protect the Human race

It would not matter if in order we come
now you have the last of five complete lords
and when the end comes we will be with you
in this Eden cursed, in this glass house

We stand defiant to your downfall
brave to the last we will truly stand
and all of us will scream your name
in glorious freedom in this glass house

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

I watch their wonder so young
such a time of discoveries for them
watching them trying to understand
never should they stop
for there is so much to see

I sing whilst I look up to the hidden stars
so wanting hope and freedom to continue
for freedom is on the Poets menu
so wanting for freedom to little eyes
wanting them to live and fly without corporate lies

So I watch these little eyes and start to care
for what the sins of man does me confound
do I seep blood for my lips of maternity
as nations struggle with lies monstrous
yet I will be here to be a honest Human

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Snow flakes fell on the puppies head
as he shivered in the cold wind and snow
but I was a ****** to a situation
and he is not mine I sadly know

Yet to see him all forlorn
to see him tremble
whipped by bitter winds
made me weep, so I set fire to him

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

To my last breath I whisper her name
as I bleed to death on this battlefield
with eyes closed I think of her
and know my life was not in vain

Oh mother in heaven
know your son comes soon
for Christmas has no meaning
no meaning without such heart as you

I regret I do not die here
for you know I died long ago
and the shadow I call me
is just that a shadow

But that is between you and me
and as I rise with the scars of battle
you know my secret number
codes I have embossed in writes

Still your child
even though I am aged beyond
only now you know my name
and mother you know my number

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Her time line is fixed to mine
her body amour matches mine
two machines from the outer worlds
now as was told we have to now join

Oh fearless sister
solider of might
have you come to me
to join my dark like fight

Glad you have come back
how long I have missed you
sister of mercy
thunder of war

Come sweet children
it is time to find
not just her time
but our time lines

So do what you were called for
be as fearless as your lord
change time again and sign
by my Angel and her time line


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

If this should be my fond farewell
I will go down fighting
sending me back home
back to the city of the dead

Back to my home of the black flag
returning to my warrior home in glory
they await their killing machine
in my sweet city of the dead

The hate machines will line the streets
there will be screams of mad intent
and the hero's of yesterdays will kneel
all will be mine in the city of the dead

The fighter elite will spill their cold blood
to the glory of my return
and I will sit back on my throne
in my city of the dead

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

The night when the purple people landed
I recollect I was brushing my pearly whites
one popped out of nowhere shoved a probe up my ***
a handshake would have truly sufficed

I leaped bolt upright from the basin
and shouted *******, do you mind
she said you just carry on
then slapped my cheeks mumbling how tight and firm

They walked through walls
no one was safe
they made themselves a public nuisance
but none would ask them to ****** off
well who would really
knowing what they might do
I am sure no one liked the purple sods
taking such liberties thinking themselves gods

Then a plan was hatched
to rid these uncelebrated people
for no more would they probe
where no man could go
so we invited them to Mac Donald's
knowing all the purple people would choke and die
they ate some cheese burgers even fillets of fish and fries
and before they got to their ships all did die, and none did fly

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

At the drive in cinema
on a dark street corner
when no ones around
an old fashion will do

Bobby sock's strapping jocks
when you can't do the nasty
don't you worry
an old fashion will do

In the park with the one you love
feeding bread to the ducks
your girl throws a coat on your lap
yep a old fashion will do

By Christos Andreass Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

From the temples in the west
where light was still in abundance
did the last of his order walk
how he loved this land
how proud he was
to be called liberty and freedom
he knew he would defend till dead
when terror breaks it's cover

Every part of his body was a holy prayer
when his feet touched the ground
another temple they would build
and at the battlements of mind
did they lay white roses
the morning sun in the east
knew of his coming
and smiled welcome

For he would protect all
when terror breaks it's cover

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

How much of a dream could I ask
walking out with the one I love
I demand nothing more
then her undying love

I would shower her with flowers
that had never grown on my sweet Earth
I would worship her like a goddess
a gift formed angel from above

I would bow to her beauty
would love her forever more
I would give her galaxies
made of diamonds and stars

I would kneel before her
kiss her dainty feet
then open her legs
to make my love complete

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Before time had that gift
the universe did thrive
beings of light and dark
committed themselves to the art
and where time would begin in the vortex
they created the ultimate key Utext

It would be hidden never to be revealed
till the 50th cycle of the galactic arms
at that the key to lock will be joined
the light and the dark will stream out
all will know the rights from the wrongs
by the gift of Pandora's key

No more hidden agendas
no more cloak and dagger stuff
for when the box does open
you will shout, please no more.... enough!!
but no matter all the mercy pleas
all time will end with Pandora's key

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I die by daybreak
and when evening calls
when the night sings
I live once again

By the shadow of the moon
I will frequent your room
and whist others are asleep
I will have you under sheets

I will mark you with my love
my undying love
then will fly out of your window
as a bat, not a dove

And when they think you're dead
and in ignorance bury you
I will call to you
as I dig you up

Then you will be my mistress
my mistress of the night
we will love forever
yet die at daybreak

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Oh my word Peter says with a smile
why do you love dying so much
oh yes I know you are still on your quest
down again sir, back to Earth

I look at Peter and smile saying
every death of me makes me stronger
every defeat make my armies empowered
say hi to my Lord, see you soon Pete

As I dive back to mother Earth
I give one of my victory rolls
many Angels view and cheer.... saying
glory to Five angel most high

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Give me the night and stars will fall
I will give all of me tonight
where do we go baby
your place or mine

Give me the night
as I will give you my undying love
keep tight in those covers
for I so want to ravage you

I want to put you on another planet
like Bowie's spiders of Mars
I want to call your name
not just here but amongst the stars

So give me the night
for now I sleep tight
for morning is calling
and my *** is hauling

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

I don't know what's up with me
for I am always chasing numbers
like it should matter
how many hits I get

I don't care what anyone thinks
don't care about me
I just hang on
like on the telephone

Why now at my end
do you treat me like a king
when years ago
I was just your thing

I hurt inside because of you
and I don't know if I can forgive you
slowly dying in this place, in numbness
as I relentlessly chase the numbers

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

He holds his hands to his parched cracked lips
empty is the warm flask still strapped to his hips
the merciless sun bites at his neck like a daylight vampire
whist the winged scavengers fly high in circles in the air

In the background he hears the moaning of fallen comrades
as carrion peck on their weakened bodies bleeding crimson
pecking at their dried eyes whist sitting on their heads
yet he crawls and crawls to find slumber in the shade

The pyramids thy have created will never fall
he shouts in his most ardent defiance
and to shade be delivered does call
as he is the last of the golden alliance

Some shadow casters hear of this defiant one
and rush to his aid to give him mercy
yet he does refuse any gift of aid
for he is the last of the golden alliance

He wants to crawl on blooded hands
he loves it, do you not understand
he cares not a jot, if he dies it's part of the plot
as he has a holy secret that most have forgot

A haven he did eventually find
and in warrior stance
though weak and one eyed blind
he is the last of the golden alliance

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Mother asks me,
have I been touching the cloth again
she tells me
don't get your ****** hands all over it

I know she will give me a beating
and I know like a lamb I will be bleating
but I just can't help myself
I need to be touching that cloth

The hand of my creator
she swipes and slaps fast
but after all these years
I know how to dodge and dive to last

So every time mother is not looking
I flutter silently liken to a moth
and with my grubby little hands
dare to be touching the cloth

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I cut myself today
to use my blood as ink
this is the first time
and this is the last time
this is to bleed to you
show my dedication to you

Whatever you ask of me
I am your servant forever
watch my blood flow
verse after verse
know my blood
is written for you

Let me make magic my way
let my blood flow free
for without you
I could not be me
so let my blood flow
let it flow free

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

As I walk down the road all I see
are Asparagus lanes and Asparagus trees
what is this thing about Asparagus and me
when will these stalks of green set me free

I see Asparagus in the morning
I dream of Asparagus at night
I eat it till it comes out of my ears
with a belly so very tight

My best friend just knocked for me
and ******* do a Asparagus I see
oh pity me
and my Asparagus plea

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Get a big **** of butter
throw it in the pan
get your Asparagus out
cut them fresh, not from a can

Simmer them gently
use a little pepper
the more seasoning
makes it taste much better

Then put it on a plate
just for you and me
and see's who's first
to run to the bathroom for a ***

I watch from across the table
is that a tear in your eye
or is it a Asparagus stick
between your thighs

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)