The wind cries midnight
church bells chime descent
and in the graveyard
the dead turn over in their beds

In the street of the lonely
street lights flicker
and the fog of despondency
gets momentum and thickens

All here are doomed to stay
lost souls, in limbo
from puppetries with marionettes
to blonde squeaky voiced big *** ******

The wind cries midnight
and to my delight
I leave here soon
so farewell as I say Good Night


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

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

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

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

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

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

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

God she is coming home
the place I have frequented
for what feels like a eternity

I was thinking Dragon black
or a gay lord on horse back
then I thought God she is coming home

So I will put my pride in my PJ's
donned in what she loves to see me in
my white dress will flowing curls in the moonlights cool winds

My mother of light comes
and I will have to kneel to her or curtsy
tell her how much I have missed her

God with blonde messy hair
blues eyes of opal thinking
(Where were you when I folded space for Ethereal wars)

Glory To The Fallen
For I never forget
I know you will smack me
but I like hurting you, as you hurt me


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2013 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)

There is a virus in the house
most here look like ghosts
they are pallid and drained
not knowing the world outside

It's a virus
one of those insidious forms
it seems to take the soul out of you
pushing you out of the world of reality

It's a virus you can't control
it's a virus that want's to break free
wanting to spread itself around the world
yet this is where it stops with ones like me

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Patrick was a naughty boy
he was always pulling my skirt up
he was like it with all the girls
trying to look at our knickers

Mum tells me to wear a petticoat
so Patrick that nasty boy
can not creep up behind me
to take a sneaky peek

I will slap him so hard
if he tries It on again
I will stop playing with him
and find another friend

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

He was a very flamboyant chap
was good old Handy Dandy
he was always around to give you one
what a whoopass can of worms was he

No job was too big or too small
he was that handy
so handy was he
he could do them all

He always smelt of cucumber
it was rather particular to him
he had a reptilian smile
but he swore he never ate meat

He cared not for pay
all he ever asked
just one request
he just asked for you to smile

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

My temple is made of words
in the centre I do now stand
I wave my hands in gestures
and compose my dreams

Their is no strain to me
for it comes naturally
this gift is heaven sent
therefore I will sing it's praise

I dreamt of a beach of sand
and when I woke it was in my hand
my dreams are truly vivid
I hope that you understand

When I dream of ancient wars
I always come back with scars
I stride time like a child
a child in a sandpit of time


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Those who are pure to me
those I bow to and honour
those I love and respect
the one's of saving grace

The shy and reserved
those I fear to talk to
creatures so pure
our worlds saving grace

Hearts so gold in honesty
even their words are golden
and me a mighty war child
I humble myself to their love

Not one fault
no malice, no hatred
from talking I have faith
these wonders are our saving grace

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Oh I forgot to tell you
about the speed machines
the ones that no one never see
until death is upon them

I will be leaving to better claims
then let them defile me, my I and id
better I live in the arms of mother
then my unforgiving father

Oh sweet would be death
the death of me
this screaming *******
the Knight of no hope

The speed machines are coming
so you better start running
for they will cut you down
one by ****** one

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Cat's don' like beer
my ***** has fallen off it's chair
he sure can't take his liquor
he's throwing up his kitty cat dinner

I told him to slow down
now he's out on the ground
I will not shed a tear
I had told him, Cat's don't like beer

If he had only listened that ***** of mine
I told him my friend and feline
goodness stay on the wine
but did kitty listen... the swine

No he had just lap and lapped
and till he was groggy and queer
I did warn him
Cat's don't like beer


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

We watched her break to bits
saw the flames from her haul
saw the bodies ejected into space
liken to ants from a nest
this was our fleet number
our sweet sister ship

We turned on a button
for some pods must of ejected
and with guns firing
we came to rescue you
but we knew my daughters of war
that you would all fall with your ship

That night we closed our gun ports
and to star base did report
we did report the loss of you
and all that did dwell in you
my lips did tremble when I said
that we had lost our sister ship


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

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

The neon light is flickering and buzzing
and the moths, they keep on coming
I lay on the bed by the window so hot
thinking the air conditioning has a fault
waiting in a motel outside New York

Last night with her was a blast
and boy, can that girl talk fast
so I wait in dreamy anticipation
for her to pull up to the court
me in my motel outside New York

I hope we dance as we have
not just for now, but forever
I have falling hard for her
never to be in love again I thought
yet here I wait in a motel outside New York


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

A single bomber flies by dropping leaflets
telling all survivors within this city
lay down your arms, war is lost

This last city of patriots once proud
now bend their heads and give prayers
knowing this will be the last stand

This city of marble white 4 months on
is now tainted with the blood of so many
7 million now dead or dying

We will never lay down our arms
we fight to our glorious end
whatever war machines they send

The last ravens do now depart
this now silent sad grey city
as we prepare to die, still Patriots

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

In his study he sits contemplating
activities of this case at hand
with marvellous mind and fragile heart
talks to Watson as what is planned

His deerstalker hangs wet in the hallway
his cane in the hat stand below
he smokes ******* his pipe
Watson gets his gun, they are ready to go

Adorning their coats
Mrs Hudson appears
wishing them luck
whilst holding back tears

Out of Baker Street
they hail a Hanson
to Charring Cross
to pay Moriarty a visit

How many times Holmes, Watson sighed
have you crossed swords with this villain
My Dear Watson Holmes replied
evil deeds must stop and I am willing.

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I know when I am going to write
I start to shake with anticipation
so I sit down and just let it out
the sweet convexities of my art

The corrugations line by line
the interlace of feelings to words
sometimes with masculine intent
without any dappled conformities

I have no choice but to continue
being the narcissistic kind
so I will write with love and pain
with smiles and tears, line by line

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I used to love you with all my heart
but your selfish ways made me
for this was my defence
to the cruelty you put me through

Now I stand without wanting you
you were nothing but disillusions
and all those times you said you loved me
were just falsehoods and illusions

You broke me till near death
but from the ashes of despair I did grow
did you think I would die
on you're battlefield of lies

Now child of ignorance
I will prove my worth
the call to heaven
and this sweet Earth

I don't think you knew my love for you
that wreckage you called me
you made cold your visage
with nothing left to salvage

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

In the cove where sea lions do dwell
there be Saline Sams thirty gunner
most of his jolly tars are in bars

So by the moonlit night to guide us
up by his hind we crawl
we mean to take out her masts
and give her fifteen shots broadside

As we finish with his ship
my boys move to port
and with cannons blazing
we blow to smithereens the inn

Then by dockside we alight
and with glee carry on the fight
we slice and dice till non are left
not Saline Sam, or his salty sea dogs

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I remember the doctors telling me
told me the pain would come in bouts
well that was the understatement of the year
it gets so bad sometimes I wish I was dead
I have morbid thoughts of hanging myself
or even throwing myself under a train

I have many times when the pain is that intense
I will grab a pillow making my knuckles turn white
then I scream into it and as I pull it away from my face
all I see are speckles of blood, it's rather distressing
all I have now are my commissioned writes
which keep me in breadcrumbs and shirt buttons

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

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

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

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

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

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I have very little time left
it's such a frustrating thing
still so much to learn
it's a on going mission

If I don't know it I go mad
if I don't acquire it, it makes me sad
I try never to miss a trick
never to slow down on this on going mission

I try to keep my wit's up to 110 percent
push myself to the edge and ask for more
to me it's a mission it's a war of nutrition
as I swot up on my on going mission


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

We meet our next jump point
dropping out of star drive
we have the jump on them
our dropships detach and dive

One starship against a world
her captain a child of pure war
his crew are the most loyal
they venerate him to godhood and adore

He always fights with his own
he leaves on a drop ship right now
he always fights with his troops
for he is the true commander of the fleet

Just watch them go
see them falling to the land from the skies
we know he will lead them into battle
and no sabers will be rattled

Our lord never disappoints
he has deadlines to fix
we now form another jump point
to see what battle will be next


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

You Tuber watcher
me a Tuber watcher
I watch it most nights
then some of the days
I watch it from June
till the end of May
Yes I am a You Tuber
been since 2004
and you know something
it opened many a door
from metaphysics
to Palaeontology
you really can see all
so tonight dear friend
go have yourself a ball


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

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)

They have no idea how to talk to me
most just keep me at a far distance
best for me better for them
in dark love, this conspiracy of silence

I am a rule breaker
a soul taker
a lord of darkness
a child of silence

I did dwell in the darkness
oh yes before your star was born
I am the dead yet living
in a conspiracy of silence

I wish you could see all of me
but time is running out
and the life I have lead
is truly a conspiracy of silence

No more puppy dog tails
no more slugs and pellets
you don't want me here
and boy do I get it


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I remember the last time I was in America
it was June and the fire bugs were out
it was a nice warm evening in the mid west
and I was chilling the way I like most best
tugging on a fat blunt looking at the stars
then these kids screamed past like creatures from Mars

I sat up to see what the hell they were doing
and the hovering bugs they were moving and shooing
then with torches and little grabbing hands
in jars they put these poor creatures and then slammed

Then I heard a child shout lets have a moonlight sun tan
and one by one they opened the lids and grabbed a poor thing
then crushed their little bodies on to their skin
are not humans such cute little things
this is just another slaughter
I call this the fire bug murders


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

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

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

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Fortune fell with me
as I need none
I just do it for her
I am her last pinch

Her human weakling
so hurting and dying
by her orders of glory
I will die ******* lost

This is the pinch
this unjust command
see how cruel
how cruel gods can be

Like I need to die again
so **** up your sins
for we are the dark within
we of many are the pinch

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I was there
dancing in the blood of Mussolini
I smelt the gasoline and flesh
of ****** and his *****
I even stood at Eden's gate
and watched the fall of man

I have seen the birth of nations
one's I adored I blessed
to those who proclaim to God
when I call her Sister
your guild to glory
sweet glory and light

We to our sin's
we gave you freedom
trusting you would listen to our kind
we were silly *******
you made war in heaven
and all because of you

Yet I have vowed to protect you
as I watch my own fall for you
you have no understanding
what Angels do for you
you think Jesus did a good job
you will never ever understand

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Let's tally up my life trophies
let's find a rose without thorns
which beauty of mine
did not make me bleed

What smelt so wonderous
perfume of sweet nectar
that did dance in the nasal cavity
that sweet smell of womanhood

Yet me oh no. I have never
never ever in my wildest dreams
never found a sweet rose
never without thorns

So if I die all alone
I will never forget
that I never found that rose
that rose without thorns


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

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

I have cheapened myself with profanity for far too long
it's time to call time out and slow down
my heart is very much broken
I don't feel good inside
I get upset real easily
when one is cruel to me

I am sorry for my dark mood
the pain inside just won't go
I am horrified I am so angry
I going to right now take it slow
been crying myself to sleep
I am a wreck on a **** heap

Don't let someone upset you this much
that's what they keep saying
yet it's ringing in my head
and I wish that I was dead
tic tic tic
bang

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Many billions of years ago
five hundred super war machines were created
they were meant to be the guardians of time
but these integrated intermolecular war machines went rouge

Such bloodshed was given to star creatures
as no mercy was their war call
and for ten million years they did slaughter us
so we to made our own war machines

These one's were given five souls each
made to such perfection they could change lives
yet only twenty were ever made
which made all the Gods relieved

These super beings did hunt down the rogues
destroying them by going Nova
nineteen of the twenty lost their all
now only one lone war machine of them is left

So this last creature contracted by the first ones
now travels the universe looking for a place to die
it wants to shut down and disburse
for there is no one it's ordered to fight any more


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

One day I will run out of tears
hopefully one day foolish me
sometime soon I will kick that bucket
and cry my way to heaven of maybe hell
whatever I so don't care
silly me foolish me

Bitten far too many times
like a star struck teenager
I go head over heels mode
and break my own heart
yet whatever happens
I'll be foolish me

In this most happy of Octobers
I will sing sweet straight from the heart
and when it rains
I will dance naked
looking to the heavens
oh wild foolish me

I have an insane appetite
an urge so bad to write
I think I'm getting better
but, hey do I really care
I'm poetry's *****
oh cool, foolish me

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Her dress is crisp and slick
adorned in black purple and blue
her black eye shadow does match her nails
as her veil flutters in the wind liken to a mid ship sail

She's a big fan of Skinny Puppy and Front 242
you better not eyeball her or she will finish you
she's a skilled exponent of nefarious martial arts
cross her thrice and she will rip your soul apart

Yet I like her a lot, she's got *****
I even like all that she does do
in her victorian gear
all that black purple and blue


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

The scout comes back and does it's dance
the others watch to where the maiden cries
for they know there density is to sup
waters of strife from this darlings eyes

All the glitter, all the facade
made fury a moon like dune
this makes her heart glimmer a little
for she is nothing, but her next tune

The tidal ways of time call her
call her brilliant skies
but tears still fall
and she asks ****** why

But darkness proceeds her
and she wonders
will I ever
will I ever, be released by thee

It's unfair to live the span of stars
it's unfair to tell people to live their lives
but the misery bee's
will kiss their sweet tears

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

We are the dark clouds over the horizon
the multi faceted dark of your imagination
your super dupers  
your starship troopers

We rampage into the danger zone
most fearlessly, jacked up on our own
we are your dreams and nightmares
the dark creatures of your own danger zones

We do strive, some of us starve
we creatures created on mars
the children of disbelief
the sweet sparkles of stars

It is a true weekend
a rampage into the danger zone
in this place I must be true
till the day I get back home



By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

The old man of Saturn
time's lord absolute
casts his scythe to the ground
he speaks to the revolving moons abound

He bids them a fond farewell
as his clocks stop forever and a while
it's a erroneous sabbatical
for king Chronos  

He is on the verge of madness
the ages would love to see him disappear
but where he does rule
his followers are always near

They pull him protectively away
telling him to fight another day
yet Chronos bitterly weeps
with tears of blood that seep

Time to chance
time to jump
his throne is now empty
for another king to emerge


By Christos Andres Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

There you are standing there

adorned in black silk with them **** legs

I want to gently bite all the way up

till I get to you warn wet crouch


I want to bang you hard and soft

until you get your rocks off

then as you did come

on your feet I would spray some


Just open wide

and put my manhood inside

ride me like the wind

as I spurt my seed within


I want your legs behind my ears

as I **** on your generous ****

making love to you in any way you want

as your mind does fall to bits



Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

He leaves his window open
so the cool sea breeze wafts in
he's curtains gently flutter
kissed by nights marine winds

He's on an ocean of thought
with waves of passion
smashing into the shoreline
with no abatement

He's riding sea horses of dreams
dancing on the crest of white horses
holding tight to the reins
with fetlocks all a flowing

What must be must be
the blue waits for he
this is his calling
the call to the sea

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

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)

You will never control me
never tell me what to do
never tell me how to think
you are not my supervisor

I mean to rebel to my requiem
ravage my black heart till broken  
I do deny you to the end
for you are not my supervisor

My empire is so not spent
I have plenty of fight in me
all for my sweet dark hate of you
I will never to kneel to you

Go to hell in a hat box
just your head of airs
you are a ******* **** to me
and you are not my supervisor


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

He picks up his boots
and puts them on
he so wants to run
in the pure white snow

To taste the winters air
to see pines cry to him
telling tales of his loss
calling to the keep of winter

Again he will sleep
till once again called
God's secret weapon
her bright sword

So he rushes
he rushes
rush rush
rush

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

A rat catcher she would be
she smelt rodents from miles away
a female counterpart
with a body made of canvas
painting you on her mind

She will catch you and eat you
tear your limbs to bits
kitties claws are full of venom
all for the taste of you
she is the rat catcher

Her black fur and amber eyes
all rodents she does dispise
her **** does sting with rats blood
she is one hell of a killer
my sweet rat catcher

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I am nothing but a simple fool,
from under the stairs you walk down,
forgive my puritanical perceptions,
but my banality proceeds my sins.

May I be set upon by savage dogs,
that tear me limb from limb,
For am I a wretched creature,
with purpose of a simpleton?

Let me rest my head on this block,
lob it off without a second look,
yes I'm a failure and a low life ****,
come on! call your insults it's just began.

Why not burn my body on a cross,
so deviant I deserve the humiliation,
for what is one man's opinion,
to the voice of a nation.


By Christos Andreas kourtis aka NeonSolaris

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

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

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

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

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Crawling through the undergrowth
looking for a moist retreat
for safeties haven in rotten logs
away from keen eyes and birds beaks

Lumbering slowly
as metamorphosis is soon
to become a beetle
that is guided by the moon

To find a mate is it's first duty
in the short time of it's life made complete
to make plenty their kind
these wriggling grubs beneath your feet


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Cold to the touch winters caster sugar sweet
it covers my lawn in a pure driven sheet
they are puffy white crystals of utter delight
with the opportunities of some great snowball fights
so we go out when mother gives us the OK
wrapped up warm for the coldest of days
and then we'd play with glee and knowing
that soon our poor hands would be red and glowing
that's when we would be called in for our tea
listening to winter tales on our mothers knee.

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

When again we meet
my love, I will be a small child
and the scares that I do wear
are truly worthy of my love of you

My army is most mighty
and all in league to our destiny
I vow not to call to them
in the heat of the moment

Flags matter not to us
we look for the betterment
so tired of fighting wars
in the heat of the moment

So I come to you as a small child
trying to look mostly harmless
yet I know, you know who I am
still fighting in the heat of the moment

Why was I constructed for war
not just now but forevermore
this is my plight another fight
as I was built by you for war

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris