In the early morning mist
in the green fields
as the sun is just rising
the workers do come
with baskets on their backs
hands still sore
from the day before
into the plantation they trudge
heads down and weak
for less then a pound a day
faces tanned and peeling
from the unforgiving sun
the work master
with hands on his hips
stands on his truck
with over a hundred bags
made of coarse Hessian
'just the tips' he shouts
as a smiling foreman
waves his stick about
twelve hours with no rest
just for you to have a nice cup of char


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

I felt I was drowning in cement
as powerful was their lament
then suddenly the door opened
and I was torn into their world

I was static in mind and frozen
just another fool to be chosen
to frequent this enslaving shop
to knuckle down or be fire wood

My limbs now made of plastic
my mind a void just numb
I thought I was helping
yet now, I have become one

To sing in duets of madness
while my strings are pulled
this way, that way
I'm broken and fooled

Some strings you may see
some invisible, some kettle ***
is for mercy is this in kindness
is this truly now all I've got

Another doll just wooden within
suffering and screaming for help
in a shop of petrifaction
Marionettes, is now where I dwell


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

The cry for help broke my balance
my legs buckled, I fell to the ground
I felt the dead walk through me
and my soul seemed to splinter

Like a crack crazed puppet
I span around on my knees
crawled up to the door
beating it hard with my fists

Inside they howled like Banshees
willing me to break them out
my fists, blooded from the pounding
imbedded with glass, yet I had no care

I saw little plastic hands
banging on the leaded windows,
through the silver letterbox
pale hands tried to egg me on

Their frantic screaming
their hollow lives
their desperate hour
calling me to save them

Wanting freedom from this most unholy shop
for all within were the souls of the living
those who had sinned
and deemed unforgiven


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

There is the shop, seemly frozen by the night
it's granite letters makes cold its welcome
the moon is full as figures within seem to move
but none inside are of flesh and blood.

The closer you get to it, the colder you feel
for this is Marionettes
shop of clowns, to grotesque dolls starring blankly
a bazaar, a mix of dreams and nightmares.

Some loiter by the lead laced windows
as if forming a way of escape from their crowded prison
others at the back of the shop seem resigned to their fate,
of gathering dust, becoming phantoms and shadows.

Every time I have walked passed this shop
I hear ghostly laughter
sometimes whimpering echo's
but this time I hear a cry for help.


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

There is a monkey on fire
watch his fists beat the dust
look into his eyes
I think the fellow means it

He would love to tear you
limb by limb he'd destroy you
he's a rather angry little feller
that chap, that monkey on fire

Good God look at him go
he has just made a machine gum
out of stones and sticks
oh what a clever little chimp

He puts on a pink hat
he seems to like that
love is all he desires
for this monkey on fire


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

The day I took that flight
into the wild steel fixing
I left my teeth in London town
and I am so now vexing

I don't mind the penguins
and I do so like the beer
the only lover I have is called Shalla
she is one cute woman of the little dear

The cleaning lady was good
******* on my fatherhood
now eagles fly above my head
and bears want to hug me

In the town of 700
they call me the toothless **** Jagger
my madness reigns supreme
as I carry dynamite and a silver dagger

So in Canada I reside
another half of me aside
but to England I must come
as I left my teeth in London


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

I find it so hard to believe
that any one would give a Goth a gun
if it was self loading
the black clad ******* would shoot everyone

Hey just look at the Bio Hazard masks
and the black and silver goggles
these creatures make your future the past
give one a gun and it will be your last

Please don't think their eyes do smile
for Goth's are dark and so is their fun
so if you treasure your flowery ***** life
please please, never give a Goth a gun


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

I am rocket fuel on legs
I am the nightmare that never dies
I am a poet and to some pride
a creature poet, the king of the flies

I died many years ago
I watched my friends fall
what the f**k goes through my head
for I am one of the walking dead

Do I love war
now let's think... Huh
do you think I was constructed
to her war and my wasteful end

Test me not
for I am her walking dead
get that humans through in your heads
for I am truly one of the walking dead

Ninety seven twenty nine
who does hold covenant to a rhyme


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

We moved to the signal
two zero one three
oh we are them
the last of signs

My fleet wait for me
wait for me to give them the go
now what do you think of me
know sweet Eves, I have no mercy

Two Zero One Three
best run children of Eve
2 0 1 3
run from me


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Before Poetry I was a broken man
a broken artist of many forms
then by happy circumstances
I did find a site and did begin to write

What glory she has given me
this is why I am devoted to thee
I will be her glory and sword
and one day soon, I will rule the world


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Tic tic tic
I know it sounds sick
all that tapping on keys
my countdown to my sweet suicide

It's no big deal
for nothing I feel
this body, this flesh
good god 20,000 will do

If you live by the art
die by your art
this is my 9,997
before the gates of heaven

I will push myself to death
promise a utter messy death
glory to dark poetry
my countdown to sweet suicide

The fire burns deep within me
I will not retreat from this
no glance back, no romance
just my countdown to sweet suicide


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2012 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

As the petals fell through her fingers
as she clutched onto the thorny stems
and as the blood dripped down her wrist
she did collapse and started to cry

The rose she held was tainted with poison
and the sting on her fingertips
made the pale moon spout tears
her love and honour cut a new democracy

She was sane once before she loved the rose
the coal that time despises, she drops to the floor
this last of summers roses faded to black
and her confession is all they ask for, as they stretch her on the rack

But she of charity and faith, will do what all must do
she will stay in silence, tortured in vile violence
yet her lips are sealed to protect the lamb
and as was told a thousand years ago, and she understands

She is the blood red rose
the forgiveness of mankind
the child of love
she is Christ's rose and time


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2012 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

As I fought the beast
the others did run fearing
but I stood with my army
and we would not buckle

It is not my bravery why I did stand
it is because of my faith so pure
and on this day of October winds
my faith and commitment is to Christ's war

Oh so goes peace by battle hard creatures liken to me
and by the cross on our hearts we will never retreat
for we have never walked from the battle
whist we do fight with the dark beasts

I forgive those of no faith
for they are not of mighty soul
they were never ordained as knights
it is our war, it is now truly our holy fight

I give all I have to this crusade
for I hold my lords name in my heart
and I will hold this pass
to the end of my beating start


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2012 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

I left a candle that night she went away
and I knew then I'd never see her again
oh how empty is my house now
I hear the echoes of her laughter
how dark it is without her
how the pain breaks my soul

She was my everything
my kitten in silken gloves
she was grace on two legs
and now my love is dead
so as she fell
I fall, for I can't live without her

I feel so numb
oh God so lost
I can't stop my tears
death would be a good bedfellow
for now I am nothing
just one of the living dead


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

He leaves for a few days
so ****** poetry I can write
he is a cruel master
yet I worship him and his star ship

So whist my master is away..

The Scent Of Her

The scent of her
her womanhood in sweet sweat
oh what nectar was this Venus
and goddess beneath the sheets

My sustenance did come between her thighs
as she pushed me to her secret place
and I would bathe in her warmth
eyes closed and all other senses alert

Our time was holy
our time was unadulterated
and I gave her all my love
in return she gave me drive


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2012 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

I bet as I buy you
oh silly silly little things
I am his right hand
and called by his command

I rebuilt all of my Lord
if you have any sense fear me
for I am a master of war
see all my beaten scars

Think me idiot boy
just a toy you can push
when you are honey
into your poetic bush

Let me taste Neptune
that womanly smell
that hot honey ***
that gushes from your lips

So as I dance with you
in a hormonal stance
you know kit kit
I am broken no longer

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Some silly child kicked a Hornets nest
then the buzzing from within did get louder
six by six did they fly from the nest
armed with stings that can **** most

The silly child ran to it's mother and father
it pleaded for help from their kinder
but by the time they did shout
the swarm had followed it

Six hundred drones did some mighty stinging
then flew back to the hive
look at the family now with bloated bodies
for none of them did have a chance to survive

Never kick a hornets nest
unless you like to be stung
as within hornets nest all are clones
and fight for victory as just one


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Only those of war
those with blooded banners
only those angels of wars
only they do dwell here

This is the mind city of the Lord
his bastion of black and white
all that walk here are, I bow to say
are warlords or honoured knights

This is Hyperion, the city of the free
and who does make the rules here
who do the feek do you think, Neon
in the mind city of Hyperion

Matter not the gait of your words
this city is only for a few
and if you are invited
best show all of your soul

The clock ticks down to zero hour
ticks to hero hour
ticks to times keeping
to the mind city Hyperion


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

I am out to lunch
feeding the monkeys in the zoo
so busting the seven twenty
just to get back home

I try to talk to them in Latin
and they are gibbering something incoherent
and I gaze at them and think
*** who's out to lunch

Here is a banana
I have a bunch
*** I am out to lunch


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

To inspire other poets is nothing less then an honour
so whilst this Poet lives his true to God idealism's
with not one hesitation will do his utmost
to help to love and nurture others of this wondrous art

To inspire and write from the heart
to love with undying passion
this wonderful and unquenchable fire
and not just to write, but to inspire

So with this pro and spout
that I love poetry without a doubt
know I go fearless into the fire
poetry forever and the honour to inspire


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

I did hit the desert sands hard
my baby burnt up on impact
I had crashed landed
under foreign skies

I was laying in glass
still very much alive
yet very much dead
under foreign skies

I checked the translator on my wrist
it's working, what a surprise
strange creatures are coming to see
under these foreign skies

I change my true shape
before they see the real me
will I love them or despise
under these foreign skies

They greet me kneel with gifts
oh I see I will be having much fun
as they think me a god
under these foreign skies


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

He flies back to his Capital
the dragon black, is back
he checks his home nest
and tussles with his chicks

He drifts with the white clouds in blue skies
his tear drops fall like a kind and gentle rain
heaven has never forgotten him
yet he stills bows to her wonder

He Kneels and cries
for her he has no lies

We have come back victorious
for we have battled for you near and far
and yes I have returned
your dragon of the northern star


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

On journeys to my local shops
I see Mary walking her diminutive dog
I always stop to have a little chat
oh my, her dog is smaller then a cat

I am not sure of her age
you never ask that question to a lady
she would beat me with her walking stick
would dear little Mary

She is a very sprightly lass
with not a hint of malaise
she reminds me things that don't vary
that I am not that far behind sweet little Mary


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

I will be there to protect you
to fight the oceans of pain
have my broad shoulders to sit on
until you are well again.

I will be your shadow
your light at the end of the tunnel
I'll hold your hand and pray
one day, God would look your way.

My faith and heart are strong
home is where you belong
never should you ever die
lost we'd be, the kids and I.

The flowers in the garden
are now at full bloom
and never a day goes by
that I don't adorn your room.


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

You are as delicate as to lilac blossom
with slender arms that reach for heaven
your sensual movement mimics that of the tree
the rustling of the leaves are your whispers to me

You stand proud and austere
you're a blessing to be near
and to prune your branches
would be the cruellest of sins

Your dainty light perfume
the way you fill a room
my lilac, with such love such grace
my heart will always have a space
For you

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Hopes wreckage lays across the land of despondency
now the dominion of lost souls and broken dreams
for on the throne of hateful menace and blight to mankind
sits in the unspoken divinity of tidal times unfinished wars
and crawling by the feet of this turncoat angelical soldier
do the poets of suicidal tendency curse the day they were born

Above this dire land of nightmares scream mechanical hate machines
trading black thoughts into fumes on crimson skies of ****** ignorance
faithless knights kneel in submission and weep bitter tears
then on command gouge out their own eyes in total submission
all now is lost scream the heroes of ever lasting light
folding space making fast their unforgiving retreat.

Now this ravaged dying orb starts to shudder and shake
as do the last of the faithful who now communion do take
to the last they die standing on their feet
on the blooded cruel plains of utter defeat.


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I watch and wait by your side
as midnight will soon be here
the moon is at it's swollen peak
shining kindly on where you lay

The wind seems to anticipate
the awakening of my love
with the rustling of leaves
which call upon the chapel bell

On the first chime
the soil starts to bulge
on the second
your pale white hands appear
on the third
I grasp them, pulling gently

As the twelfth chimes echo's farewell
there you stand adorned in black and pale
I touch your cheek as cold as well water
knowing you are now one of nights daughters

You turn and kiss my palm resting your sweet head
then your lips meet my wrist until you have fed
I am her sustenance now, her nightly bread
she's the love of my life, my girlfriend undead.


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Till tomorrow's lockets of truths come to pass
down through bleak street to the underpass
and their they stand coldly lost and forlorn
from the midnight hour to the scream of dawn
no saviour no lord nor knight can save them
for they are the folly of unforgiving lies
the screams of babies they have left behind
have hollow meaning in a city of greed and want
plaid objects of lust in a fat mans hand
'tis bent, contorted with bitter smiles on command
concrete flowers shatter petals like dust
among burnt out cars that are full of rust.

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I skip hand and glove with the night
dance with shadows in the pale moonlight
my star maiden with her black veil starts to chant
I become twisted to the macabre and for her I dance

Twelve wolves gather on the hillside and start to howl
a bell chimes the welcome to my mystic midnight
I spill my warm blood in a protective circle around me
joining my brothers and sisters in our dark parliament

I am overjoyed to have been chosen
so I break the seal and open the casket
inside is a skull a quill and some parchment
and a note saying, welcome to the world of the macabre


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

It was a warm sunny morning
so I went for a stroll in the park
and ******* if I did not spy
an elephant by a tree striping bark

Suddenly it turned and with a cry
it did trot slowly up to me
how sweet was the little animal
I picked up my pace and it did follow me

So I took the lost creature home
just about fitted through my front door
I took it into my kitchen
lucky I did as it relieved itself all over the floor

So as I went to get a bucket and mop
and then I did hear a tremendous crash
rushing back to see what had happened
the creature had crashed through my back door
and was eating the flowers in my garden

I pushed the fellow with all my might
to get him out of the neighbours sight
after cleaning up his watery mess
I left him there and went to bed
and when I did awake he was laying by my head

Next day I did know what to do
I picked the phone up and called the zoo
they came with a truck at midday
and I waved goodbye as they took him away


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

It cuts through shallow waters
darting in and out of coral shelf's
fish poke their heads from crevasses
waiting for this lone hunter to pass

On the white sandy ocean floor
a flounder gains purchase and digs deep
an Octopus moves into the open
then panics, retreats as ink it seeps

A sudden splash from the surface
takes this killer of the deeps attentions
acute is the smell of blood that is fresh
turning to it's fate that is beyond it's comprehension

With muscular movements it is propelled
heading to the warmth of sun drenched surface
in the distance it see's it's quarry complete
it speeds up just another twenty or so feet

With powerful jaws it lunges and snaps at it's prey
and as it tries to pull it's victim to the depths
it knows not that this is the last day of it's life
does not comprehend that it's fin will be cut off with a knife

Knows not that it will be wriggling on a wooden deck
held down by killers that don't give a ******'s heck
for they mean to cut off it's fin
then offer this poor creature to the sea again


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

She sits there above the clouds
none can see her but me
for she is my black beauty

We have travelled many years together
and I gave her my name and blood
she is my one and only black beauty

She is made of star dust
one so liken to me
my sweet love, black beauty

Oh and when I call her to me
tears do fill my dark eyes
as she is my black beauty

Her slender frame
her hyper drive
makes this vessel real cool to sit in

I may call her down tonight
that will give a few people a fright
come to me my black beauty


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

You touch us and we melt
sharing all known, we sink into the sea
you ask us to set free the prisoners
yet we can't let them go free

For political discussion has left us mute
it's just orders we take and never refute
if you want to converse get a pass
as you will have to kiss governmental ***

They may still have information
something that they did not disclose
our laws say we can keep them
till the ******* rot in hell

Yet here you are in the name of freedom
telling us to let them go
well one by one we will brake them
so you have just a shattered shell

For each one that killed one of ours
we should take a thousand of theirs
in our fortress island of torture
we **** and poke those that did fall

Oh yes we wear conventionalist right khaki
we stand up straight as the loser's crawl with bright tags
and so what, if we play heavy metal all day and night
as they pray to their black god Mohammed in their oily rags

We will not let them go
whatever you pray to say
not for you or the fallen
not from Guantanamo Bay


Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Who put peppers in papa's salad
who would do such a wicked thing
as we sat around the dinner table
his eyes did start to roll and spin

His face went bright red
and his head did start to swell
mama said who's ever done this evil deed
will surely be getting a belting to hell

He fell from the table onto the floor
and was doing the lay down jig
me and my sisters were laughing
for he looked like a squealing pig

Before the duty to her spouse
mother started throwing the biggest plates
with the ardour of mighty mouse
as papa laid there all stiff and prostrate

A ambulance was called to the house
as mama with phone, put us against the wall
it was a beating first, and ask questions later
all were not now laughing as we knew this was not cool


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

What manner of man do you ask?
what dreams do you desire?
for summer has come all to late,
upon these lakes of fire,
what do you ask of me?
you stutter but no words usher from your lips,
should I leave you in your confused manner?
why old man do you not speak?

Has death left you your last supper?
is this your time to let go?
the lambing season has past,
no more do they bleat in their death throws,
why do you not speak?
I am willing to do your last bidding,
as you lay on grey sheets,
is your oak coffin your last fitting?

Speak to me now please,
for I have travelled far,
I am not a fatherless child,
no wise men to follow this star,
so what do you ask old man?
I know that your time is near,
what can I do to convince you,
that your passing of earth is here.



By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Egyptian Queen

I met a queen many years ago
that looked the image of you
she had a talent for words
and shared it with the world

She was mine
and we made temples together
she had stars in her eyes
and she had stars in her mind

I called her sister in the old days
and somewhat have seen her again
she is a friend and poet
and I am glad to call her friend

So dear lady
I call you my Egyptian Queen

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

She Is One Of Gods Own

She is as kind as summer winds
her smile gentle and full of pureness
she is an Angel of delight
she is goodness and cream,
but I know she has fight

She is as good as gold
for her kind heart I have been told
some you see the light within them
and I see this wonder of poetry
she is one of Gods own

May her light shine till the end
and may her end be in contentment
by the glory of her kind heart
I promise as her lord, I will never forget
Yes, She is one of Gods own

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

From the straits of Norway
we did sail back to sea
as we were hunting
the mid Atlantic convoy  

Many tanks and troops did reside
in iron boats we did see top side
we were one on seven wolves
and all did know their course

We choked at depths
as destroyers hounded us
but we did silent run
there was no communication, none

We knew U 37 and 29 were near
but only at night would we meet
and under the stars we would
with silent salutes did greet

Some of the poor *******
it was there first time at sea
and they stank like rancide dogs
as we always did like frozen hogs

None shaved for there was nothing to shave for
not when you are hunting a Mid Atlantic Convoy
we would kiss our torpedoes and write goodbye
as we shot them to hell for the conveys

We never saw 29 or 37 come back
I still pray for those submariners
and 22 and 48 burned big time
only three got back home


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

They hide during the day
only venture out at night
they are armed with spears
made of sticklebacks fins

They hunt in threes
one to hear and two to see
and on the whispers of shoreline trickles
their children play guardians and sentinels

The pebbles shine in the dull flickers
as silent stars kind that shine on them
they traverse the trickling stream
for little fish are their food they deem

They skim the waters
in the shadow of the moon
and as they flick them to shore
their children do clean

Then old folk crawl out of bark weeping
and then light a fire of secrets known
then all come to shore when toll is done
to feast on sticklebacks and marshmallows

For these elusive kind
shy creatures
this endangered dying race
are the willow trolls


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Joe was one of those guys
you know, with a sparkle in his eyes
he'd smile at you in the rain
and the sun would start to shine

Joe was a rainbow of hope
he'd bring colour to dull lives
he loved to shake you off the rocks
he was one cool mother, was honest Joe

He strolled down the high streets
in his white robes and sandals on his feet
he was a friend to all my friends
and he called my name at his very end

Honest Joe was a man of the world
to know this wonderful man was swell
he touched me once and looked into my eyes
and said, will you brother follow me to hell


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

She is sinking into a state of fear
all her mistakes now coming clear
her frantic life, inward persona
made her isolation to be a loner
never had faith no god has she found
never wished on a star earthward bound
thinks life with a crooked smile, bitter
knows that it's not only gold that glitters
she drinks like a trooper in bars and clubs
gets many a beer with quick careless rubs
a ***** to some but a wife to me
this wicked goddess of indecency.


By Christos Andreas Kourtis
By NeonSolaris

© 2008 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

From the pier in that choppy sea
I could see a man in the water
I think he was waving at me
so I waved back for I thought I'd alter
and ******* the fella disappeared
I thought this was in frightfully bad taste

By gad's last time I will wave to someone
as I bathe in the midst of salty brine
Do you know,never saw the chap again
his displeasure as he sank under the waves
what nasty misgivings, confound him
by the cut of my tweed I do say, bounder I say

**** the fellow ....  I came here for fresh air
now I am out of sorts and at the sea I do stare


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

In the hotel room we rush
a waterfall is going to gush
throwing her on the bed
I get the handcuffs out as she had said

She's dressed herself the way she likes it
with fk me high heels and crotchless *******
So I cuffed her to the bed
as she gives me serious head

There's mirrors on the wall
there's mirrors on the ceiling
I put on a lesbian flick
she plays with her swollen bits

I see her neck all red and a blushing
she is my hot hell cat, who loves to receive
she is so soaking wet and talking so *****
she cries fk me baby till you hurt me

She lifts her sweating body to mine
saying come on baby, it will be fine
she wants to play nasty to come
with some ******* fantasy film fun


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

I sit on the rocks in the cool salty breeze
keeping my eyes fixed on the gentle sea
they will swim nearly every night past
the blue queen with her sweet baby calf

I have watched them with joy week in week out
swimming past with water shooting from their spouts
yet this night there is no sign of these giants of the ocean great
I check my watch, I have made no folly of time no mistake

Where is my big baby blue
what has happened to these two
I sit there till the sun calls morning
then walk back home wondering

Next evening I walk to the beach
and there my big baby blue lays
on the shingles still and dead
with gulls pecking at it's baby head

Running over I shoo them away
I look at blue with tears in my eyes
the Orca's have done their wicked deed
just on the liver of this baby did they feed

I stroke it's massive frame
and think where could it's mother be
bitterly knowing all to well
she morns in the deep blue sea


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris


By NeonSolaris

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His kingdoms span the desert sands
his subjects all dress in  purple and black
know his sacred name and bow to him
for who you see on this throne is the lizard king

He licks his eyes with his slippery tongue
the eggs around him are all his young
he is the master of times sands
creature of the sun that he commands

He is the last true knight
cursed to hide his real persona
and when he chooses to speak
his voice you will remember

To your knees you must bow
watch me I will show you how
dare not my friend look at him
our cold and wondrous lizard king

Oh see how he makes silver stardust
how he has kept us warm all these years
look now dear friend his eggs are hatching
and all contain his legions, his black dragons

All hail to our glorious leader  
master of time, our lizard king

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

It sat on the tip of her finger
oh such a diminutive fellow
never knew how small and cute
was this sweet amphibian called newt

I had only seen them on telly
and I know it sounds rather silly
but to see one in the flesh
was a revelation and gave me the *******

The porous skin
of this silky thing
it's mouth would struggle with a slug
this adoring sweet micro little thing

It just sat there as cool as a cucumber
I told my daughter to a shady leaf put under
and as he slowly scampered away
my daughter and me did bid him adieu


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris


By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

I tidy up after the event
after the deed is done
for I am the clean up man

I clean the blood from the walls
get the brains off the ceiling
it's my job as a clean up man

At first it used to turn my guts
but if you kept that up for too long
you would go insane
and you would not kick it
as a clean up man

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Take this challis of poison away from me,
for I will not taste this bitter sweet wine,
nor feel the burning on crimson lips cold,
or to part company with feelings I hold.

My arms can not repel your unforgiving ways,
for the weight of your burdens holds me down,
I tighten my lips for no words can have merit,
to one that seeks ****** ****** from where I sit.

I will not drink from your cup of *******,
why should I be punished for others sins,
I will not recant my pledge to rid the world,
of arrogant dark lords for I know you are one.

Look into my eyes you ******* coward of evil,
before I am forced to drink your vile liquid,
let me see what dark deeds you have planed,
under the foul ****** banner of ignorance.

Your sadistic smile betrays your fears that this will never end,
forcing my bruised and blooded mouth open forced to drink,
I may fade from memories but this fight will never be gone,
for while you take my life a million others grow and fight on.


By Christos Andreas Kourtis

By NeonSolaris

© 2008 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

From the war mighty
across the unforgiving seas
all I have done is thought of is you
and the way it used to be

So as we do lay dockside
back in the lands we have always loved
my brothers carry me to my chair
it sits waiting for my coverage

No matter the outcome she'd whispered
she told me, she'd be here for me
in her letter stated when I boarded
I clutch her letter as I hear the sails folded

I slowly wheel myself up unforgiving hills
to I get to Gropecunt Lane
and in the shadows, as rat's scuttle past
I see my, my sweet,sweet love crying

In front of my love is a man's frame
bucking with her her in unison
as mist fell down in Gropecunt Lane
this was just another paying courtesan

By the wall in this narrow lane
stockings by her booted feet
if it was me, it would be a victors treat
yet I can't even lift myself to my feet

So I said not a word as I watched
I saw the tears of coal dust fall from her eyes
how could one liken to me....  a war child
how could I judge her, how could I despise her

She did cry as she did come
I used to be able to do that to her
but I sit in my wheelchair in Gropecunt lane
thinking and looking.... just half a ******* man


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

That day I travelled down from London
to honour your death, we got lost
took the wrong motorway to the coast
did not see you rise as mother and ghost

I was late, so ****** late that day
and I can not forgive myself
they pointed to me at a distance
pointed where you had been cremated

So by a chapel I laid my flowers
and I cried for you mother broken hearted
for I had missed the passing of you mother
mother my heart still aches for you

When I was young I wanted to die for you
and a bit of me does still
that day when you were sent away
I did not have the privilege to see you go

My heart still breaks
make no holy mistake
that I had not the honour
to wave goodbye to you that day

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)