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she fashions planes
and from the heights
she lets them go

Each one of them, she has written wishes on
each one she releases is another dream
she sings in whispers
not knowing where they will land

Her make up is all a running
she is burning up with grief
each fold of paper
is hope and release

Her fearless tears
her reddening eyes
all her hopes are here
in paper planes falling from the skies


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Nov 2013 · 419
Here We Go Again
Here I go again into my madness
my manic depression again
what hell I go through
as the black dog wags his tail
I so want out
for I have had a gut full
I hate myself
break down every other day
Thank God I am single
no one needs to see my hell
how many times do I **** myself
yet on the next day, I heal
The take over comes so often
I wish I was dead
for I can't get the horrors
out of my F**king head

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Posh shows her baby to the **** press
Gaga gets out her milky white *******
and all I think is of the new world
we are so ****** *******

As time resist saying no no
we push it aside for here we go
they pay more for a football player
then charities seeking world peace

This is the justice of the modern age
maybe I will be the same, be a total Runt
pray to God saying none should survive
all on this backward world should die

This world is full of *** holes and prats
it's November but the turkey is getting fat
yet children in 3rd world sh*t holes
will just be starving with no Christmas cheer

The puritanical plastic smiles on news updates
they will say with the Devil in their eyes
happy Christmas you mug proletarians
as they look at a black lens, thinking it your face

One by one my kind will wake you
look deep into your eyes to see if you care
but I know what will come of it
there will be death everywhere

Shove the whole lot on a big red bus
the biggest bus in the world
and burn it, burn it out
till all the cankerous sores have been rid of

Christmas is coming
the goose is a *****
and the angels of death
will be knocking at your door


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 2013 · 285
His Last
I kneel to you my Lord
my armies will do your bidding
for we are the last of our kind
armour never tainted with silver fittings

Glory to you
for we are the last
let the black dragons out
the one's with silver hearts

I have won you're cross
from the daylight I was made
you made us hero's of yesterday
now you call on us today

Never will I deny you
let the bible flood
for we need vengeance
we want blood


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 2013 · 361
Making A Smile
Without the pain I wish to be
going to the one I loved yet now despise
that mother is a mad one
my youngest stares cross legged by the window
with tears in her young eyes
and I feel sick with grief

Nearly 18 years of hell with that *****
and all I told her of knowledge she ditched
but I will pick up the pieces of turmoil
yet the pain burns within me
for I am somewhat human
and it's crap to feel

I make a smile form somehow
and say my sweet daughter
let me tell you a story about George the kitten
yet I recant it with a broken heart
my temple does not reside here anymore
as I sold my heart to the love of poetry


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris





By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 2013 · 289
Might
How is your faith
have you ever touched God
for I have kissed his hands and feet
I have looked into his lighting eyes
and seen his glorious might

I am his, another child of God
my wings tattered from wars
even angels feel hurt
but by his might and his glory
I will fight for another mile

He is my might and glory
he gave me faith when I lost all
and told me in echoes
make poetry a religion
and by his word I commit myself


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 2013 · 415
His Open Arms
Why did you not make me liken to him
my sweet friend, my brother with open arms
I heal as much as he did
why did you put a sword in my hand

Why did you give me the fire of war
a heart with burning vengeance
how can you do this
to one of you're last few

I wanted to have open arms
yet you have other plans for me
I will die on the field of battle
as your servant in honour and dignity

But where I fall
I want my brother there
to forgive me
with his open arms


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 2013 · 272
Beyond The Stars
I hide away all the time
I don't want to fall in love again
for a woman that writes well
I will die for with a heart of pain

For under my dark cloak
a Angel doth dwell
and it knows the paths
to heaven and hell

I don't want to be touched again
I gave up lust of flesh long ago
all I have left is the love of words
like with women, I never took slow

I have something in my pocket
I tell you it's not a rocket
don't let me ever get it out
for it will take you beyond the stars


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 2013 · 288
So This Is Life
So this is life
what do you think it's all about
what I think does not matter
for I am mad and devout

Soon I leave to better claims
but before I go
I will see my father
for he is all I have left

So this is life
being part of the living dead
so messed up
and always out of my head

This chemical background
in the city of fools
the background noise
that always calls to me

Should I keep the facade up
pretend to be one liken to you
should I fall liken to you
as all the saints did do

No, I think not
for this is life
and it cuts deep
as a blade of a knife


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 2013 · 359
I Want To Make This Special
I want to make this special
I want you to understand me
I want you to touch the kind
I want you to forgive me

I am a mixed up kinda guy
well messed up in the head
yet I love poetry
and my favourite poet is me

The task I claim is hard
yet I will make this special
may I die with a pen in my hand
or slumped over a keyboard

For there is little left of me
as I love the art of poetry
and I want to for feel this dream
for I am more then what is seen

My sweet dark lady saved me
gave me hope once again
and with all I have
I am proud of her name

And her name
that wonder child
my life and dreams
her name is Poetry


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 2013 · 633
My Foul Mouth
My foul mouth get's me in trouble
for when I recant a tale
there is always a runt
or a flocking whale
and they look at me
saying no way dude, and wow

Oh ******* I am in trouble again
I should not swear and keep it within
but shame on my nasty mouth
it's naughty but hot for kissing
so look into my eyes
as I **** you into oblivion


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 2013 · 1.1k
A New Gothic Age
Come child of raven nights
drink your fill from my wrist
for all is dead
as you **** my life
in this, a new Gothic age

My opinion means nothing
for all is hollow to me
lies are transparent
in this hole of time
this a new Gothic age

I will clasp my hands
so you can drink some more
you my sweet harlot
my black clad *****
for this is a new Gothic age

Let the banshees sing in laments
as the wolves howl to the moon
for the age of dark is coming
my blood you **** will make you swoon
as this is the new Gothic age


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 2013 · 1.5k
No Life Insurance
No life Insurance flicks up on the page
do me a favour and put that to bed
for it will cost my family nothing
that time to come, the time I am dead

I have given my body to science
let the would be doctors play with my cadaver
for it was or will be just a shell
a body rotten with a somewhat smell

I have my ticket to the stars
and I will ride the tidal waves of time
for I can spin with mind control
on to the hights of heaven on a silver dime

No life insurance ha ha
for I am already dead
I was taken long ago
so get out of my head


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 2013 · 401
Such A Friend
Look what you did to me
stalked me for three months
friended all my friends
to them we loved each other

But no you did not leave it at that
you tried to befriend my three ***** cats
friended my friends every day
then showing pictures of me half naked .. Oh Yeah

Claiming I am your feller
yeah if magic was Penn and Teller
this is a sad, but you are a manic friend
so don't phone again, my so such dear friend

I lost friends because of you
and I will never want them back
god knows what you said to them
I am sure I am not the last on your rack

Go find someone else
even take up painting
I am sure you will find
someone lonely and waiting


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Nov 2013 · 540
Disconnected
No more social networking
closed all that down
it was getting on my ****
so I de friended all of it

I have very little time left
no time to be ******* around
best I have no friends
as I am dragged down to this filthy hell

No friend to no one
that is much better
let them all get on with it
I'm writing my last letters

A friend to no one
no one a friend
now I can just work
as all are disconnected


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Nov 2013 · 2.3k
So Much To Do
So Much To Do
I watch the parade go by
yet by her I wait
she whispers
see their works

I beg her I need not read
especially what they think of me
I fear not in this idiomatic state
for I rebuke all in this mode

Let me show
let me show
ready
ready

She laid her head on me
when those who presume,killed her
I am not dazzling and grateful
for I did fight all the way

Don't make me break the covenant of peace set
as all will be paralysing to my orders
I need not waste time on affairs of yours
so little time and so much to do


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 2013 · 577
Oh Do Try
Oh do try to spit in my eye
please just try
you do kiss ***
whilst I never do

Get your sycophants to love you
try whatever you want to do
but get it straight lady
I don't love you

Does this mean war
no not with a dumb *****
a worded incompetent
nothing more then a runt

I am not here to play
may you write everyday
I hope your words ****
every ***ng day

Your doing well
so so ***
ing well
and when you finish
I will drag you down to hell

Byy By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 2013 · 364
Just Love Me As A Poet
I don't mind admiration if deserved
but just love me as a Poet
for what I demand from me
will eventually **** me

I care not for me, just the word
and I mean to double my output
show you what one silly poet can do
I taste it and feel it

I am not here to win popularity contests
far be that for me
I am here just to write
my love to and for poetry


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 2013 · 293
In Secret
In secret I did build my army
and so not my only secret army
as most are hidden from sight
I must protect my sweet armies

When I call them
they kneel to me
for my sweet faithful
do truly believe

Yes in secret I have created a mighty army
a air force second to none
sky ships never seen in the 25th
oh I do feel for you in the 21st

We move now
never to hide again
never to in night creep
in secret


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 2013 · 465
In The Garden
In the garden she waits
I could see her tapping her foot
I was hiding in the thicket
playing silly buggers again

She called out my name
told me not to play these silly games
yet I stood my ground
and in a deep voice called her name

I giggled as her face went flush red
if I carried on she would be in a crimson rage
so I revealed myself to her
she ran to me and we did embrace

I went to cop a feel of her naughty bits
she smiled and slapped me in the face
I called her a cheeky monkey
then we laid down in green fresh grass


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 2013 · 993
She With Killer Keen Eyes
She With Killer Keen Eyes
With her cubs she does lay
the sun beats down intense
yet her and her kin are in the shade

She will teach them her hunting skills at night
as this is when visibility is not a premium
the pride will work together and mutually unite

Then through the long grass, crouch and stalk
hunting their most favourite prey
the young of zebras and antelopes

She does rule this pride
she is their majesty
she with killer keen eyes


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 2013 · 3.8k
Poppy
Poppy walked the streets by day
she cried in the allies at night
she's still a kind and generous lady
who through circumstance had lost the fight

The vacant look in her eyes
dirt on her face that some despise
but if you gave her the time of day
wise words she would always say

People call her a down and out
but that's not what she's about
for from the front she had come
and no more would she hold a gun

She is a forgotten hero
and now she's a zero
she keeps her medals in her pocket
in a tissue next to her false teeth

One of the many now forgotten
one who's life now is rotten
this is Poppy the hero
this is one of the forgotten

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris


© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 2013 · 1.4k
Silver Spoon In My Hand
All I have left is her silver spoon
and in the corner her high chair
I wanted to watch her grow up
had all her schooling planed
but she upped and crawled away
all because I confessed that I was gay
she was too small to realise
that when I said that I meant happy
but it looks like now
that I won't be changing any nappies
no more goo goo gar gars
no more sunshine in my life
for she's upped and gone
just her silver spoon in my hand
she's finished with me I understand

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 2013 · 439
The Shadow Monster
The shadow monster is following me
I hear it scream up there in that oak tree
it wants my guts for garters
and that is just for starters

It wants to skin me silly
I think it even wants my *****
to hang up high
in that massive oak tree

This is not cool, not cool at all
I better stop writing like a drunken fool
it will wait till my back is turned
then that's when it will rip me to bits

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 2013 · 233
Spinning Tops
Get some string wrap it round tight
hope for the best and let it rip
have a cup of my poison
feel the burn inside
this is my world of darkness
and here I do reside

Make those tops spin
hear it deep within
listen to the screams of the lost
for midnight comes every night
this is my fun
this is my play

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 2013 · 756
Bow
Bow
She came from the northern winds
and hear me.. she grows in my garden
her majestic stature gives me strength
and her leafy frame imagination

In the kindness of wild
her hues enlighten me
I bow to her courage
as I would meeting thee

Her green inspiration
her buds in April
her blossom in may
her call in the stillness
I am told what to say

This divine being I know little about
will one day fill my life with joy
for from her wooden stature
she will fashion me a toy

And when the clock chimes eight
I will wave from my gate
I will bid her farewell
and again will I bow

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 2013 · 474
The Safe House
This is the place the safe house stood
the place of refuge to reach if they could
only the Iron railings now survive
and them that did dwell within have now all died

This was the hiding place
the escape from the master race
these were rooms without views
for all within were frightened Jews

This is where the ashes lay
as a neighbour did betray
and in the middle of the night
the house was surrounded

From the pounding of the door
to dragging them out into the street
guns pointing at their back
soldiers sneering shouting bewegen

Then they throw them onto trucks
like lambs to the slaughter
for they hated these Jews
fathers sons, mothers and daughters

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 2013 · 721
Making Poetry A Religion
Our followers will stream out of the libraries
holding books of poetry in their right hands
knocking and ringing on doors
by the words of Plath, by her command
they will quote verses of Elliot
as if he was biblical
and his wasteland
as they smile most oratorical
they will give them Byron
right down their ****** throats
till the revoke the art of war.
This battle has just begun
poetry can bring great peace to this world
I myself will lift this banner of peace
who will come and hold it with me
poetry has become my religion
and all I seek is peace
war by words is better
then any blood that is vent
making my useless madness
my strange ways
work for humanity
and to make inhumanity
a forgotten way
swords should be wielded by words
as doves fly high in blues skies
all do want to be good and kind
I do believe in that
I know I can be a conceited mega puppy
but poetry is my love
the want of a white dove

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris


© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 2013 · 832
My Marshland
It would be so wonderful to be loved
to have someone to hold me close
to trust them implicitly
to give me hope and liberty

Would that be much to ask
to find someone that would love me
yet I dwell in the back waters of despair
where only newts and frogs on lilies care

My marshland so cold, with razor blade reeds
the squeaking of mice that fall by the waters edge
drowning and sinking
to the dark depths

Do not pity me
for I am a creature of the swamp
and will forfeit my desires
I will always want

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 2013 · 291
Best Off
Best off dead and he got it
best off we take them all out
best off we win
for we will not loose
best off

Best off I talk in riddles
best off I scream in silence
best off I shut my sweet mouth
for my own it is
best off

Best off I die in glory
best off I do it from my heart
best off I follow orders
you know it's
best off

Best off I fight for the cross
best off death is nothing
best off I fight forever
to save the kind
best off

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 2013 · 337
Her Last Tour
The arena is at full capacity
cheering madly is this ecstatic throng
but the performer in the centre knows
this will be her last lamented song

Tears fill her eyes
she bows and then cries
she will not tell them
that this is her goodbye

She picks up the red roses thrown
sharp thorns pierce her delicate skin
and as her blood trickles slowly down
she lifts up her arms and starts to sing

As her voice echo's around this vast marble venue
silence falls to a voice of clarity and beauty pure
her last wonderful words will bless them within
for this is the first and last of her angelic tours

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris


© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 2013 · 234
When Dragons Have To Go
All dragons need to slumber
at one time or another
too many years of living
just in a blink of an eye

Life is fast when you are old
they get so ****** used to it
and these ancient creatures
forget where life begins or ends

Been set in their old ways
far far too long
most know it is their chance
again to take flight and leave

Many leave their artificial bodies
leave them without a fuss
yet others like to be in human form
and are forced to leave kicking and cussing

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 2013 · 449
Her Wicked Garden
In the garden of despair she sits
her path has left her to fall to bits
the way she had tended her garden
was as selfish as when she slept

She could have never know better
with such a grand teacher of fools
she was made the spore of evils and lies
as she caught men just as spiders do flies

Oh wicked widow of *******
noire innocents when your heart is black
you know when justice comes
the good will get you back

So keep your poison Ivy
for it will protect you only for a while
and when you are called to account
angels of light, will wipe away your sickening smile

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Nov 2013 · 451
The Bringer Of The Rains
I could count my last years on a pair of hands
not telling you when, most will understand
I am not a broken or a bitter warlike man
I am a baby nightmare out of his ****** pram

I am the death on four wheels
so rock me to my dark slumber
hear me coo with utter glee
as I put all those of evil under

I wonder, I really wonder
could you really know me
could you hear the voice of God
ushered in light from just a man

Mankind forgets it's way
sometime it's a fairy tale
a tale of cities forgotten
for compassion lives in shadows

The length between Earth and Moon
sun to bleed end of your wonderful solar system
oh how glad you should be
that you are not marked as most

In still waters if you look deep
you will see me
for I am the water of life
and the bringer of the rains

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris


© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 2013 · 561
Breaking Ranks For The Rose
If a battlefield be in the way of the rose
I myself will break ranks
for I can never tread on hope
as she has saved me when in dire jeopardy

This battlefield I call Earth
this unforgiving blue sphere
this is where I live
yet I live in disappointment

How young life is here
how short and fleeting
I hear the drums of doom
without remorse beating

Oh battlefield Earth
poppies to come
but their is no one left
no children to pick some

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 2013 · 395
How Much You Mean To Me
You tell me in whispers, who you are
by deeds that make you that wonder star
being in a op ionic state
how could all understand you

I dream that all will care one day
as they look at you, then each other
should this paranoiac state destroy you
I promise to destroy them all

My words are my bond
I will follow you to my next
and there, I will love you
until you become my wife

In the kind lands of gold
we would walk hand in hand
I would tell you in poems
how much you mean to me

You have made me loose of my writers block
and to loose one as you will be a big knock
I want you better soon, as soon can be
so I can write pure just for you poetry

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 2013 · 2.3k
Reptile Cowboy
I'm a Cowboy, a villain in black
I drink whiskey as if it was going out of fashion
and yell ye ha, as I ride wild creatures
the coarseness of my words
is the amour of my cold tipped heart

My pain is reptilian and waiting
for I have eyes so very steady and firm
and no matter how you hide
one slow as me will by numbers
have the will and tongue to find you

I may crawl on my belly
on most days and evenings
I may be a lost soul on a barren twig
yet my name is rebellion
and I don't give a fig

I ride storms that are too much for most
I push myself to the limit
and when things go wrong
my claws do dig deep
and I never relinquish my prey

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 2013 · 820
Anarchist
He likes knocking hats off policeman
he loves to urinate in the streets
he wears his socks for months
just so that his feet will stink

He spits on door handles
he will crap into bags
then throw it at a shop window
and especially ****** banks

He likes to set fire to supermarkets
he loves the sound of sirens
he wants an end to poverty
without knowing he is making it

He needs to be locked up
they need to throw away the key
what a ****** waste of life
this sad little Anarchist be

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 2013 · 304
To The Winds
The Cherry trees cry blood red tears
all over this tragic ***** and pitiful land
as Elliot did say I will say in cold code
be a lord and fight for the holy rose
make the blood of loves glow holy
and bless what strongholds are left
for it is time to open those wings of hope
make kindness a hope for the lost
and die by all of futures commands
there is such wonder in punishment
for the law of angels can be found everywhere
so I will choke on the blood of freedom
and give all that is left of me to the four winds

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 2013 · 417
In The Eyes Of Eve
If only the roses in my garden smelt as sweet as you
I would die in you're inner beauty like morning dew
and as I slowly drifted to the heavens
I know you would look up as I rained my love on you

I can see you in the fields of dreams
eyes closed and you're sweet mouth open
letting my cool cold emotions wash over you
and with you're consent, make love to you

I wish you had faith in my words
all those whispers in my heart
as you slept at night I treasured you
and idealistically thought we would never part

Is a honourable action a command
does the trickle of despondency
not eventually flow fast
and in the eyes of Eve become a flood

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Nov 2013 · 353
My Dear Friend
This is my requiem my sweet friend
as you were called, I may follow soon
only two hundred years between us
and in my death there will be none

I am so ready to stand by you
I have strived to become
to become your artistic equal
and again we will become one

You have been my inspiration
the reason of my being
you gave me light
when all around me was darkness

So in death I will stand by you
not just as your greatest admirer
but for the love of you
My Dear Friend

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris


© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 2013 · 468
The War Room
The slow tic, tic, tic
here all are poised
all wait and anticipate, that call
the call to action, that call to flight

In this room they wait
by the beaches radar sentinels still state
all is clear, all is safe
yet all still wait, tic tic tic

How many here in this bunker
how many have lost loved ones
within this dusty war room
all tears have turned to rust

Many wonder if this will ever end
will all be final if they surrender
should the enemy pierce this inner sanctum
who will be left to protect this land

The tic tic tic seams to get louder
all here are poised to the same dance
the word scramble is on their red lips
as all the phones do now start to ring


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris


© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 2013 · 515
The Carts
The wooden wheels stumble and groan
slipping clumsily on the muddy ground
wounded soldiers sit with heads bent down
listening to the shells being fired all around

The creaking and constant shuddering
dire views of splinted Ash and Oaks
burnt trucks are all about their path
and fuel filled air that makes them choke

None of them usher a word, some stare blankly
this their bitter nightmare retreat
this wretched column of twenty carts
faces grey and broken by defeat

The horses snort sweating profusely
dragging their wretched bedraggled cargo
this is all that is left of a mighty army
many pray homeward bound, they meet no foe

Down to the beach soon they will reach
there to meet others in silence
who look for signs on the distant horizon
for boats of relief from this violence

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris


© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 2013 · 481
Architeuthis
This jet propelled streamlined predator
ascends from it's cold dark depths
it's eyes accustomed to it's murky domain
for the gravity of the sun has moved

This is the leviathan of the deep
the sea monster of what sailors speak
the giant that claims many lives
then drags them down to it's hidden depths

It's tentacles full of sharp claws
will make victims deaths assured
it rasping jaws will make such short work
then back to it's realm where bits of victims do lurk

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris


© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 2013 · 2.4k
The Toadstool Goblins
The Toadstool Goblins are at it again
soon as the sun goes in and it starts to rain
they have eaten all my cabbages
I think they are going for my sprouts

I think I may set a few beer pits up
they can't get enough of the stuff
they drink their fill, then can't stand up
then in they plop and drown in the swill

Well off I must go with macintosh on
down to the store for some beers
sink the traps for the blighter's
then when drunk they fall in
I will hold my can up and say cheers


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Nov 2013 · 613
A Wonderful Show
It has only been two weeks since we had met
in that grand house full of irksome snobs
you a concertmaster soprano, me a lonely poet
your eyes and lips requested me to watch you perform
so a week later I went to the concert hall
it was an rendition of Mozart's The Magic Flute
she was playing the part of sweet Pamina
her voice fluttered like butterfly wings
I have seen many versions of this opera
yet I have never seen one like hers ever
the first time seen in my life Ach,ich fuhl's
such a touching piece performed *******
my heart was pounding in my mouth
sweat formed upon my brow
I did not know if I was in heaven or hell
I stood up when she finished and shouted bravo
what a pair of knockers what a wonderful show


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Nov 2013 · 318
Just A Dreamer
In my young primary school days
out the window I used to gaze
the teachers would shout at me
saying, just a dreamer you will be

Well I blame them not
that I turned out that way
they were right
in my later days of age

I still stare out of the window now
thinking of ways and how's
to make the world a better place
our sweet earth can not be replaced

So dreamer I will be
to the end of my days
just that that's a fact
just a dreamer wanting all to be well


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Nov 2013 · 351
The Children Of Death
The children of death have landed
silver knives in their hands
ready to **** on his demand
obeying all his commands

They start to chant, we must ****
and by his dark wishes they will
twenty six hundred of the little tikes
out to play out to **** for his delight

They move so fast most never see them coming
they are the revolution all consuming
street by street they maim and slaughter
killing brothers, sisters, sons and daughters

Watch their silver blades in their crimson hue
feel them hacking a slashing to the end of you
hear them sing their black dirge of hate
yet when you hear that, all will be too late


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Nov 2013 · 422
Someone On The Back Seat
Down the motorway she drives

going to meet her friends, she smiles

not that she knows

there is someone on the back seat

someone on the back seat



She looks at her fuel gage

she has plenty to get there and back

but she does not realize

there is someone on the back seat

someone on the back seat



She will never get to her destination

her next journey will be in the boot

because she did not know

there was someone on the back seat

someone on the back seat





By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Nov 2013 · 492
Paper Sunday
He drives into the city in his white mini
his disciples follow behind on their bikes
the streets are paved with newspapers
right up to the capitals gates

People are cheering behind the barricades
at this glorious, joyous motorcade
around Trafalgar Square they ride and ride
people cheering with tears in their eyes

This is the day they have been waiting for
to be in the holy presence of their Lord
this is the day for all to rejoice
and with baited breath to hear his voice

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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