I hear him pushing at my locked door
I am not his lover just his little *****
if I did not keep him out
he would only **** me again

I hate him for what he does to me
telling me I will not get pregnant
as he takes me in the ***
again again and again

If someone needed killing
it's got to be him
so tonight I leave my door open
with a sharp knife under my pillow

When I finish with him
he will **** no more
and at last
I will not be his little *****


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Through the streaming sunlight
in the glade of emerald trees
I am becoming translucent
as I sit here waiting for you

I know you will come to me
for I have foreseen your destiny
as the summer winds awake foliage
I listen for the tiptoe sounds of release

Does summer matter any more
when all around me is darkness
with the seasons year by the years
would I, should I, care any more

You was the life of summer sent
a blessing to behold
you are a goddess to me
if the truth must be divulged

I just want to hold you one more time
and tell you how much you mean to me
you have always been my friend never a foe
so I find it so ****** hard to let you go


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

I will stand by your bedside every day, broken
I tried to heal you, but my powers were lost
so I came home disappointed, and *******
all those tubes and breathing apparatuses, I feel so helpless

I ask the world not to think of me
for I am willing to sacrifice all for you
do not be taken away from what is left of us
me and my last blood brother will rise and die for you

The blood is still denied of the last
I am sure they want to **** us all
yet I am the only one trained in war
my younger, your elder will follow fast

This has been a nightmare
a bad dream I would love to wake up from
but this is no dream or fantasy
this is the real ****** world, and I hurt inside


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Let the lambs follow the song
for I know lord you sing it well
drive them into the wind of change
as you give custody of them to us

Now be a good God and go away
for now it is our tidal time to play
oh before you go little one, I ask
what the fk have you done

Oh,you have let the innocent die
men women and children
and look at the divisions you have made
in the selfish name of you

Go now little God
for we are back
we will **** over
your fking indeterminacies

We will sort the crap feest
clean the Earth once again
you are a lazy thick dog
now banished as being a GOD


By Christos Andreas kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

When pushed or tested
I do get rather vexed
that is the unfortunate time
for those that stand before me
as it is those times
I use my dark craft

I did learn all dark lores
so many years ago
and my casting is
well it's second to none
watch me make another effigy
and watch my enemies fall

I spill a little of my blood
just to make my spells complete
I spit onto a black candle
a cut deep into their minds
and there I leave my curses
this is mine, mine alone, my dark craft

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

I mean to make the killing fields
make them look like a walk in the park
when I have finished in rhetorical spite
many will be on the cold cold slabs

I mean to hurt you
I mean to crush you
I'll show you a cad
as I put you on the slab

I mean to break your soul
tear you another *******
you can beg and blab
but you are going on the slab

You can't run from one like me
for I promise I will find thee
I mean to collect and tag
as I put you on the slab

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

In this room of blooded knives
I do stand waiting for the next victim
if you are sent to me, you deserve it
for you never leave alive from the chamber

The clamps you see around the walls
oh, I bet you don't know what they are for
well they are to open your mouth
and in little time break your jaw

Do you like my hammers
they are to break every bone in your body
for in this chamber
you truly are just a nobody

So as I put my gloves on
I will sing you a death song
know you are in danger
when you enter the chamber

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

We had been fighting in the back waters in space
a place that no one would really want to go
it takes a lot out of me, to travel space and time
just to come back to see this ****** broken land

In my eyes I was just minutes away
good god look what you have done
whilst I was away
if you knew you are ****** killing me

I do this by choice
as she is my voice
and I cry
to see your demise

Don't talk to me about love
for most of you don't understand a f*k
and you know something
I really should let you all die

You of knowing
you are insulting
you have given us a sht stack
when after war we came back


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

She sits and weeps once again
between shards of falling tears
knowing it's so very wrong
but to her it feels so right

She has become an advocate of rough ***
and she likes it, she likes it a lot
she loves beating men in more then one way
she is that ***** who went astray

She has erected a wooden post
just for her pleasures and pains
she loves to give it out
to her, this is no strain

Her bedroom is her torture chamber
pink rubber nun suits attire her walls
her lovers have a secret word
that when the pain gets too much, they do call

She has the heat on full, even in summer
she loves to make them sweat
and she beats them to an inch of their lives
that's a certainty, no need to bet


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Whatever you do

don't defrost Walt Disney

I hear he was not a nice man

even could be part of the clan



Please don't bring him alive

a brain in a robot he would reside

and if you gave him glaring laser eyes

all at Touchstone pictures would have to die



So please please

don't defrost Walt Disney





By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

When I lost my mother

I watched her dying

it was only two weeks

after she told me she had cancer

,and to see her like that

fighting for breath

and me her first Son......

it was heart breaking.

If I'd known before

I could of done more,

then run off to cry on a beach

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

I am humbled by kind words
you make my aspirations sweet
you give me heart to keep living
and I bow to you're kindness

I live my art and broken heart
yet I am the only one to blame
I am a battle within the within
a broken child of true faith

I bare my soul in words
some may not be palatable
but no one is perfect
I reflect that reality

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2010 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

She was crying on my shoulder
as the six gun salute went off
I had tears in my eyes
so I cried in her hair

She had lost her love
I had lost a brother
just for moments
all around was still

Then in the distant
beyond the trees
I saw him there
he was smiling

He mouthed look after her
I turned her face to see him
but at that moment
he disappeared again

She looked at me
then she said
I heard him too
then I hugged her again


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2010 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

There is a forest near Boggle Lakes
go there if your fancy does take
for within the forest I tell you, you're see
the amazing and spellbinding Kitten Tree

The meows are deafening
as you get close
in the fruits of summer
'tis when they spout most

They fall to the forest floor
it's just ******* galore
just purring and scratching
meowing and hatching

So if you have time
just give us a line
tell me what you saw
near Boggle Lakes


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2010 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

I live it wild and free
always going the extra mile
oh yes, I do it my way
in rock and roll poetry style

Making friends and enemies
hey, but that's a part of life
no more will I raise my sword
as now poetic words are my knife

I will twist my blade deep
I will make your soul bleed
I will do it with a smile
in rock and roll poetry style

Then I will be pure of kindness
show you my complete frustrations
with the lies of your kind in words
of my mistrusts of your pathetic nations

I mean to dunk you into waters deep
forever not just for a while
playing moving the stars
in rock and roll poetry style


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris



By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Production has been halted
as we access the situation
we are checking for damage
before we of Poetry carry on

We are far too gone
so in love with this art
and we protect it
it's our beating heart

All works to be scrutinized
all twelve thousand beauties
all I have done to her name
all of my wonder babies

I mean to live and die to her name
and not one or many will stop me
for before I do sadly die
my name will stand with Poetry


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

There is a empty space in my heart
I feel my mother fading from my memory
I still remember her smile and kindness
yet she has gone forever and my heart pains

I so wanted her to be proud of me
I wanted her to see all my labours
yet she has been gone many years now
and I am so badly wishing to read to her

How slowly the years have past
the hurt and loss still continues
and in my beating heart
there is this empty space


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Sisters and Brothers
go fearless into the fire
for I do stand by your side
and soon all my banners will be known

Do not fear a master of battles
for I am not your enemy
for I am loyal to the light
her warrior of delight

I fear none and smite who I will
those who dare to test me
see' what it means
to feel Gods will


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Again it is that night of fizzle crack bang
when fireworks are lite all over this land
with the smell of gun powder in the air
what about global warming, does no one care
the poor pets that endure this frightening night
retreat to dark corners, with no rest to their plight
this bitter cold November five
when they burnt a man alive
is celebrated by all and sundry
even on gods day, yes sunday
children holding sparklers clap with joy and glee
as parents set alight to this poor wretches effigy
so remember, remember the fifth of November
please let us fast forward to Christ in December.


By Christos Andreas Kourtis

By NeonSolaris

© 2008 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

You came to me from the august sun
my protector my sweet saviour
I bow to honour you everyday
for you are my extension, our way.

To my right agile arm, come to me
wield at my command till victory
beautiful honour falls from the heavens
my eternal soul is yours and yours alone.

The keeper of light, spirit of justice
prevails for we could never part
death to those that stand their ground
in this cold wondrous warrior art

Christened Lion Heart in blood
we thirst for order and harmony
keeps me safe from the evil hordes
my glorious tempestuous sword.

By Christos Andreas Kourtis
By NeonSolaris

© 2008 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Ocean calm but for moonlight now flickering
the wake of the playful children of the sea
here in secretive parlour they lift their heads up high
and sing profound longing to Orion with star filled eyes
their solemn songs with kind indifference they click and cry
in holy matrimony of cool waters joined with black velvet skies.

By Christos Andreas Kourtis
By NeonSolaris

© 2008 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Tainted by transparency
broken and indignant
a speckled hen
ready for plucking

For winter comes soon
and when all is dark
the butchers blade
will cleave your neck

Then you will run around headless
thoughtless with wings a flutter
and when potted
the rest for the gutter


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2010 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

He sits there daily on his wooden crate
close to a pitch tin box and paper stand
he holds out his burger container
with food scraps and pennies inside

Some may look at him as a filthy beggar
yet, as you get close to him you see he's blind
one eye is glazed over, the other three quarters closed
he's a reject of this city with a persona of serenity

When ever I pass him I will always give him my change
then look back with an ache in my heart for his malady
he lifts the burger box to his face to peer inside
then his fingers identify it's numerical contents

I see him not a beggar, but an unfortunate
as he has nowhere else to go, yes a vagrant
his home is cardboard boxes and newspapers
his home is outside the Embankment tube station


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2010 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Cassiopeia opened her gown
******* full of new milk and very round
she called to the infant gods, she kept
the wailing kind, that could never sleep

Yet her sweet mother milk
that wondrous substance
did sustain them
sweet mothers milk

A mothers love comes in droplets
they give you their life energy
if God should have a face
it would be a mothers effigy


by Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris


By NeonSolaris

© 2010 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

She stands unwanted, forgotten and high,
upon a scraper, caressing clouds and sky,
there she stands gazing at the cityscape, beautiful and vast,
with the thoughts of making this star filled memory, her last.

The smell of carbon monoxide from diminutive streets below,
rises from the heat of choking exhausts that glow,
so downtrodden her spirit from the neglect on being unloved,
she wants to end it all with a muffled scream and ****** thud.

All the pain that has broken her heart, has left her on this ledge,
pitiful and weeping with tear falling on streets below,
no one sees her tears falling on these dusty streets from above,
and no one knows she is ending her kind sweet life for love.

Would you step into her shoes and feel her heart racing,
as she comes to the conclusions that all has been is lost,
her children are in their beds sleeping they do not know,
that their mother is close to the edge and ready to let go.

Before she came up here she left a note,
saying she's sorry but just could not cope,
asking family and friends to forgive her,
into her makers hands now is delivered.


By Christos Andreas Kourtis




By NeonSolaris

© 2008 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

I keep my cards close to me
there are no diamonds or hearts
when we are pulled in time apart

Before you cry my love
please know, it was meant to be
there will be no sparkle of diamonds

Know my love and sweet honour
that I lay to rest for you
and at midnight give you my heart

For who am I my friend
who am I your love
for I am without diamonds and hearts

Once I was called a poker king
but now all is black clubs and spades
yet they still follow my life's unforgotten sin's


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

My vow is to protect those that can not fight
I am nothing but a weapon made by my sweet God
and I will hold his banner high and call praise
those that stand with me will band sword to shield

Yet inside this mortal of mankind
there is a place I keep closed
it is a place where only Heaven should dwell
yet in the melee of war I kept it close to me

The place I keep closed
what do you think it is
a shortcut to heaven
or peace in Gods kiss


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2010 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

The crowds gathered where she had fallen
she laid there still on the ***** city street
her eyes were dark, tears mixed with dust
this metropolis had taken her life and trust

She thought it would be warm in the city
but the cold reality proved her blindness wrong
all her hopes and dreams evaporated
as did the sweat from her pallid face

The city folk just looked at her
non wanted to help her
it's that thing in big cities
it's not my problem syndrome

How old was she you ask
should that really matter
she was a women in distress
and I wish the city had never called her

Now it is on my conscience
why did I call her
why did I call her
to disappointment and death


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris


© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

I hear them in the frail beating of darkness
they call asking to talk to their loved ones
their past echo's of reality resound in my mind
and all I can do is listen and relay their words

I never asked to be a in between
to be a representation of the dead
but here I am in the midnight hour
conveying the words they have said

To have a gift that is feasibly insane
to know others think me rather strange
I know half believe the other half are sceptics
yet my world is arranged not at all deranged

In the old days, oh those days
they would torture you
make you confess to their lies
and drape the cloak of death on you

But here I am
in the shadow of the night
working hard
to give spirits flight


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

For months he has been planing this flight
every time he glances out of his window
he see's the cathedral in the distance
his eye's full of silver tipped aerofoils

This is the time to prove himself
all the summers he has striven
alone in his studies most days and nights
learning all about the fine art of flight

Tomorrow he will leap
from the tallest tower
with wings of gossamer sewn
not stitched by others, but his hands alone

Tomorrow he will prove right or wrong
that man will one day eventually fly
he is committed to this cause
without fear, knowing he may die


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris


© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Autumn was her name her eyes were black and electric with fury,
she drifted in like a storm with her minions behind her beauty,
she danced with the wind in shadowy silence,
But I am immune to her charms and wicked ways.

This dynamic woman caused havoc on the land,
she weaves her mystical magic that only I could understand,
but to my folly I loved her she would be the end of me,
I'm a slave to her and will be to the end of time.

Like a red rag to a bull she tempted me to want her,
her whispers to the wind heralds the end of summer,
even the sun shined no more whilst clouds gave her cover,
as she committed the rest of her forces to winters claim.


By Christos Andreas Kourtis
By NeonSolaris

© 2008 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Upon still waters white with slender neck
this beauty glides so gentle in serenity
and as the reeds call to warm winds
she dips her head in acknowledgement

Mayflies skip across this crystal stream
I am in awe of this wondrous day
this is my heaven, my dream
so by it's cool banks I lay

Green leaves are everywhere
willows here weep no more
for this cool and pleasant waters
is where I will rest forever more

Our shatter light from wars holy
will blend with the brotherhood
and I pray to God
for he said we would


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

He drew his sword that day
and for his mistake some mayhem was insured
for the love of poetry forgive him
this creature of man, this fool of culture

Artist of many sorts
yet only master of one
Yes, he's mastered drinking very well
he will get a free ticket straight to hell

He's a little tyke
who falls off his bike
and for sensibility
has no sense of home

He screams and shouts
let's it all hang out
but that is just one poet
for pity is me, forgive me


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

All those years in the military
how many friends did I loose
how many bodies did I see fall
bits of friends and memories

and when I got back from the front
my friend over here was blown to bits
in my London
by my Irish friends

Past the veil but I will never forget
the valour I have seen on battlefields
I am myself no kind of hero
for I still dwell amongst the living

The guilt I feel burns bright at night
and I feel that ****** pain in my guts
that's when I wake up
and in a daze shout I am alive


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

I write many songs for you
and at night I sing them from my heart
this is my pledge
to always sing to you

No matter the storm
cold or warm
no matter my heart
I will always sing to you

Only a few know why
why my black attire
why my heart burns
with an unquenchable fire

I could never love another
for I am totally committed
and for ever
I will sing to you


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

When I hurt I loose all my confidence
and wow do my tears flow
I loose momentum
want to run away... just go

My constitution is not great
with these doubts that I hate
just makes me want to say goodbye all
for my emotions are in a right state

My inner conflicts
my love for what I do
I don't feel good inside
mother let me see you, for I want to die

I still have the blanket you swaddled me in
I sometimes hold it to my cheek
and in my times of need and insecurities
I treasure that I feel your love within it's tattered fibres

Do not pity me my sweet mother
for one day we will have each other
and in my dire moments of grief
your love and kindness will give me relief


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

This complexed mind
with it's idle paint set
don't you see people
he is already dead

I am not brave
nor do I care to be a hero
I am already dead
and mean to be a zero

Part please my company
for I am already dead
try to work it out
get it though your human heads

Yes I am already dead
broken and tortured by me
look how **** poor I am
I have no pulse, don't you see


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

The water babies chuckle to themselves
knowing the floods will soon come
the still ponds they float now upon
will disappear as their domain explodes

They grab their tiny swords they have hidden
tied to water lily storks surrounded by broad leaves
jumping out of their watery homes
they grab a frog or two and start cooking them

Yet these frogs are not for eating
oh no it's just the poison they want
when they start to bubble and squeak
they will dip their swords in it's poisonous goo

These nasty little creatures
start singing to Neptune
bring your waters fast
come and flood the world

Never trust water babies


By Christos Andreaas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

They clap loudly shouting dance
so I take the floor and rip some moves
I dance the pain out of me
my feet go 10 to a dozen
sweat on my face hides my sorrow
I feel hot, yet my heart is frozen
when will my heart thaw
when will I be touched
I crave the summer winds
the sweet smell in cooling rains
I want to love again, feel love again
but not now, I will just keep dancing


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Something good is going to happen

something inside of me is growing

a warm glow is on my tied face

and I am turning younger again



Is there something wrong with this mirror

my lines on my face are fading

they float to the floor

each one turning into words



I bend down and pick them all up

I run down the hallway

back to my computer

then tap them away



Do rabbits make good gun slingers

are clouds just marsh mellows

**** these words are not right

I must of left some in the bathroom





By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

The artist lays there on my bed
asleep with his broken heart
he is a good friend of mine
with such balance and warmth
he can put a grin on my face
with his smile, to the end of my days

Whist he slumbers
after reading so much of my poetry
what a friend to tolerate me
what a friend he must be
so off to make him a coffee
and wake him up again


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Her kind hands reached out from the water
I tried to pull her out, yet she pulled me in
could it be she wanted to marry me
to swim in her beauty and wonderment
I did not have the heart to tell her
that I was married to the sweet winds

She pulled me close to her
that's when she saw my ring
rising out of the water
she cried and whispered why
that's when I turned away
from the pain in her eyes

Don't go stay with me, she pleaded
I shook my head and rejected her
please kiss me just one more time
just one more kiss she cried
I turned to face her tear filled eyes
I stroked her hair and gave her my last kiss


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Lord I give thanks to your traitor
for without him the kingdom would be closed
he who hung himself to a lonely tree
he that wept like a child at midnight

Without you're glorious 13th
where would you be now Lord
I saw the tears run from your face
you comforted him with love and grace

I know why you did what you did
for I follow your path step by step
and if that means misunderstandings
then I am willing to call faith to yours

That poor lonely man
that wretched soul
the man who sold you for silver
not for gold


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Out of their packets they marched
no more would they have their heads bitten off
no more would they be discriminated by colour
this was the Jelly Babies sweet rebellion

Out of the shops they did march
not before setting fire to them
for no Jelly Tots or Gummy Bears
could follow their war cries

They marched to the sea six by six
knowing the shopkeepers would be waiting
but they had the hearts of lions
and no one could keep them
the call of freedom was sweet and strong

The boats were on the beach
you could hear the little cheers go up
but the shop keepers brought their dogs
that with glee ate them all up

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka Neon Solaris

He sleeps in evergreen trees
tying his long beard to a branch
and there he dreams of rabbit stew
wishing to snare one per chance

His emerald coat is perfect camouflage
so he lays on his shinny gold buttons
thinking of mint tea and chocolate cake
after a feast of lamb cutlets and mutton

This little greedy plump fellow
with stripy socks purple and yellow
will sing in his sleep to the birds in the tree
with a voice so sweet and so mellow

With nightfall's, he descends to the ground
making sure no human presence are around
and he speedily sifts through park litter bins
looking for cooking pots made out of tin


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I will hold the line
what ever it takes
even if loved ones
their hearts I must break

Oh this elaborate visage
hidden in a black veil
how wonderful I play
trying to never truly smile

It's a game plan, not made by me
for I am a creature of more dignity
they can tear my eyes out and make me blind
yet I still will be hidden, and will hold the line

The four winds come limping tainted
with accusation, there is no kindness
I implore them with this sign
that we all have to hold the line


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris




By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

I remember when you called me
I was at home listening to Mozart
sitting there enjoying my calm mood
then your light did shine on me
hearing your sweet voice in whispers
telling me, you will come to me

That was nineteen ninety one
fifteen years later you arrived
you did subject me to the test
and found I was
I remember the lights did fade
and you did bow to me

You did tremble to kiss my hand
and the rest did lay their wings
oh worry not little sprite
in words of goodly might
I am here in incognito
and with a smile said, well I was

Scatter, I told them
find the rest of mine
I need a head count
for I must not communicate
my mind is on other things
just for her loves sake


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

I found Jesus in my kitchen last night
he was there with love, not looking for a fight
I asked him if he would like a tea
he said yes please,then rubbed his holy hands with glee

It's been a long time he said, what have you been up to
I looked at him mournfully and said ask your father
he smiled and held out his hand
I fell to my knees and kissed it

My love of the lamb
his love I understand
he is my love and loss
for his name I fight,  and wear his cross


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

As I passed the garden scented
I saw eleven people crying
the other two
looked like they were smiling

One glowed with the radiance of light beheld
the other looked like death does in hell
and looking deep within his eyes
I could see he would succumb and be despised

This passing of Gesemani
the passing of an Angel lord
gods lamb of holy trinity
who would be denied by man

Yet fear not children few of Eden
for the blood of Christ treasured is by a few
the ones now without wings
the kind few that are left for you


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

You have been the silver lining in my cloud
a gift of sweet deliverance on high
and the love lining that you have given
peels always the dark clouds that follow me
to show me heavens kind blue skies

You have been my rock my faith
you are the moon river to my destiny
I worship the religion of you
and the grace of all that you do
you make my heart blossom

You are the rock that stops me
being swept in the cold cold sea of tears
my whisper in the wind of hope
you keep me sane and afloat
I'm your Owl to you're pussycat
on a pea green boat.


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris