Dark And Love

The chapel bells did chime midnight

as the bats did scream out from their cells

hidden from the light of day

the sun they shun as midnight they play

Many of the dark ones are totally in love

making good their vows all in the name of love

taking blood from each other

like their bleeding beating hearts

They never would be parted

for they live their life in black

and each one with black rose in hand

has each others lovers back

So as banshees cry

with blood in their eyes

they commit the vow

the vow to their darkness and love

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSoaris

The cold clammy fingers of night
creak slowly across the floorboards
as I stare at the flickering fireplace
my heart begins to up pace to race

The flooding feelings that all is not safe
brings panic to my terrorised mind in haste
I feel hands on my shoulders
yet I cannot look around
for I am frozen in fear
as I know death is here

He plays with my hair
twilling it round his bony fingers
then leans down to whisper in icy breath
did you really think you could escape me
did you really, he sniggers
say goodbye to the light

Say hello to forever night

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

This is the place the safe house stood
the place of refuge to reach if they could
only the Iron railings now survive
and them that did dwell within have now all died

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

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

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

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

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

This is the magical place

in the dark deep blue

where clouds meet the stars

I know that you know

where silence is silver

where loyalty is golden

the place to heaven

beyond the clouds

Feel me as I enter you

make you pure and without fear

show you what life has become

after so many years

Time is just time

and in this rhyme

I tell you I love you

till the end of time

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Oh look at her in her blue dress
thrills of silk draping her thighs
if only I was not the mad hatter
and my teeth did not chatter without her

If I wake from her side
oh god I would rather die
my love my Alice sleeps
and by her side I will keep

She knows not that I a more then I seem
for her this is just a beautiful dream
oh I want to tell her
I want to uncover my all

I hope she does not **** her pants
with her angel of romance
and I dance
as my love Alice does sleep

See my wings protect her
she will never ever come to harm
and I will hold her and shield her
from all and sundry

My love my love
all the stars do not compare with your beauty
I am in wonderland with you
I love you and all that you do

Alice wake now
see me and know me
see the blood I have shed
but know I love you


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

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

Oh arboreal creatures
keep natures secrets
as mankind chops
and drags your foliage cities away
to make the rich and famous
furniture for their delight

You leap through the greenery
as if you had the clarity of wings
and in the tree tops
where the rain does first fall
you quench your thirst
in the kind arms of bromeliads

From Monkeys to Gibbons
to cute Butterflies
you skim the treetops
as if in blue skies
what a pity that most of you
will never be discovered

Pity the voices
of those that cannot talk
but hear the panic
as they chatter and squawks
hear them buzz
love their ways

For soon all will be gone
and us on the way


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Here come the whipping *******
in a parade with white beech in their hands
leathers fast against skin
tears bitter bleeding within

Hear the whimpers of sadness
her sweet moans as she suffers
she bites her lip as she comes
in her hot cruel flagellation

Her milky white thighs quiver
with goose bumps she starts to shiver
and thinks to her sweet self
I so need to be ****** by a man

Yet she is married to god
just like me
in her cruel flagellation
just like me


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

What an extraordinary day it's been
first the post came at seven this morning
and as I glanced out of my bedroom window
I did spy a dog on the schools roof
I'd be buggered if I know how it got up there
well, ******* down with a feather

So I dressed, had a fill of my pipe
and with tentative steps I ventured out
walking over the crisp mown lawn
I looked up to see if that dog was still there
there was the scallywag reading a news paper
sitting on a deckchair, Well ******* down with a feather

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

How does a machine pure in flesh
treat those so soiled and denigrated
liken to the mist of dogs ****
before the winters shine on them

Yet you, my butterflies of home
with your wings transparent calling
give me the hope of delicate wings
that sing in fluttering ecstasy

We wait for the call to arms
if not our cherubs are laid to waste
and what is our dominion
without their arrows of foolishness

Should that love have order
blind as an *** it is
would that give justice
just for one more kiss

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Susan said not to worry
yet her face was blackened
and dust still hung in the air
and we had lived through it

Rubble was everywhere
so I held her hand
kissed her cheek
and smiled with what teeth I had left

She pulled me to my feet
and she started to cry
a lump came to my throat
and bravely I swallowed

They hit us bad Susan
we have to hurt them back
picking on civilians
soab mother Fkers

So we rallied to the call of war
and bombed the *******
and become mother fkers
liken to them

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I could count my last years on a pair of hands
not telling you when, most will understand
I am not a broken or a bitter warlike man
I am a baby nightmare out of his ****** pram

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

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

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

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

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

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris


© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

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

In the garden of despair she sits
her path has left her to fall to bits
the way she had tended her garden
was as selfish as when she slept

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

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

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

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Dragons Can


We were being bombed the crap out of us


we planned a way out of this bombardment


for what was left of us were in an encampment


our designers did plan that dragons can


So one by one we left our shelter


with what arms we had left


out of the dragon's can


and out in the open


Some of us were cut down just like that


we thought we were truly messed up


they were the criminals


with many falsehoods and lies


We did not retreat


for vengeance we seek


for lies, we were shattered


yet justice is what matters


From shelters, we rush


not embryonic we trust


doing all that we understand


after living in the dragon can


And it will go on


and on and on


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Here they come to be healed

some can hardly fly

get the screamers out

protect their airspace

  

I have to tell them

all will be alright

knowing some of them

some of them are dying tonight

  

Our banners fly proud

in these red and black skies

I fly with the next squadron

wing leader again as another fallen

  

Oh in the realms of wisdom

this should not be happening

all our lost comrades

as we commit to this fast war

  

Making more machines for this holy war

working till we have exceeded

giving our life's

to the fight that never will end

  

  

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Land of love, our moon
half your face in darkness
the other a bright pale visage,
and so constant with the sun

You make romance a preterite
changeable is your face
sometimes red sometimes blue
yet your pale sweet face
is what I love about you
you have been guide's to marinas
the payers of many saints
the rhythm, of all life here

All that are heaven bound
will always look at you
even wolves in timber lands
cold in perma frost
howl thier praise to Luna you
as the hunt in the name of you


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

It is time and I will mention no names
for love will not come from their lying words
go hide behind your cross of lies
you so proud and prominent yet church dim

Do you know I saw you in the garden fifty years ago
and you dancing in a white skirt in warm rain
I am sure in your puritanism dreams
you would have been better off dead

Oh No No No Daughter of Eve
there is as more then I should say
better fade and retreat, mercy the crap you speak
for deaf ears big or small means nothing to me

For I have become God's law
and I promise to justice bring you
so I smite those of sin perverted lie
that covert that murderous Catholic disorder

Oh Sweet mercy come for you
For it is my turn ******* it better then you

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

We and my company
know Heaven was left to fold
but we will make with grace
the glory of another Heaven

The point of faith
a lie in the stars
for I forfeit
I am a creature of Mars

Let's get this straight
I am one of her big mistakes
and I have a date line
when we of Angels meet with you

We will, my last few
make another Heaven
for you are just human
and all do have sins


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)

The shadow monster is following me
I hear it scream up there in that oak tree
it wants my guts for garters
and that is just for starters

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

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

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

I left temples in all the places I have dwelled
my word is just the voice of Gods hidden
do you think I could be her glory, really
I am just her big joke

She made me her puppet
she tried to ******* break me
yet I did deny her
and now I stride free

No my sweet glory
no you will not stop me
for I am one of stars
and not for you to control

So now my mother
I do stride free
this ancient creature
now strides free

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

In the garden she waits
I could see her tapping her foot
I was hiding in the thicket
playing silly buggers again

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

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

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


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

It was midnight when we hit the streets
starlight filled our eyes this night
we were ready to leap
and this secret we would keep

In the motel of madness
in the writing phase  
law to myself
and no one else

The super fly
oh boy see his electronic eyes
see him scan the highway
just to your own destruction

We are broken
our ways distorted
the vow of this old disillusioned
as we shatter glass like sweet time  


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I decided after much deliberation
that my writer and colleague did not lie
for as he had written about Innsmouth
there would be much dark mystery in that port

I thought I'd travel in his footsteps
take the bus,, that rickety thing
guided by my now tracadodium friend
who just bubbled pointing with his fins

I took my case with empty pads
pads that did plead for the relief of ink
as for me I wanted to know
why this town had a fishy stale stench

What foul deeds did the residents inochulessly conceal
what black magic wavered gold from the cold grey sea
so as we skipped over bumps and fallen twigs
with pen in hand, I would make a dairy of my time in Innsmouth

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

She is someone that you could really cherish
she has that perfection of symmetry
with eyes of blue crystal waters
the kind you could really dive into

Her complexion has majesty
on moonlights still kind oceans
their is not a blemish
on her delicate perfect face

Her voice is like candy floss on summer winds
with that dainty scent of womanly sweetness
I do think that if she walked in spring meadows
that where she had stepped, flowers would sprout

If a flower she would be
a orchid is what I'd see
a joy to a dreamers eyes
this beauty reaching for the sky

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I can't feel my hands anymore
I don't want to be here anymore
I just want to curl up and die
cold and despondent

I am at a loss
at a loose end
cold and despondent
this is how my life will end

Such a precarious tight rope
it tightens around my neck
and every twist of the knot
it gets evermore tighter

Not much time left, this time
for I have seen how my life ends
in the dark on my own
cold and despondent


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By the subway she stands
holding outstretched her hands
and people walk by
I see her, so why don't they

The old man laying by the curb
passer byes look at him in disgust
yet in his wallet cash with in god we trust
just a few dollar bills for this man has been mugged

See my friend, come look there
look at that frail old woman
would you wish her to be in youth again
or could you my siblings deny her

I am not trying to start a war
I don't care for destruction
so as one of soon to be no more
I do forward this mercy motion

Oh yes brothers and sisters of mine
as you know there is an end to this rhyme
help all a friends or strangers alike
with light all knowing ,keep up the fight


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka Neonsolaris



By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

There he is with his southwester on
I so would not want to **** with him
for he is talent and I know it

He puts up with me phoning him
he is such a kind man
and yes I am talking about David

He is an author superfine
and I do so adore his writes
so I am so proud to know him

He puts up with me
and my foul profanity
and call him friend and poet


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I stroke my cat three times
and I take the 39th
we know we are going down
boy,are we going down

Like me like I care for me
see how a lonely **** dies
read his tears of tragedy fall from his face
see the nihilistic poor *******

Sometimes I wonder
does this *** know his *** from his elbow
does he have merit to claim
can he truly walk the walk

He better be proper
he better be on his toes
for if he does not pull his weight
then only gods knows


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

My head is just above the water
chocking and spluttering every now and then
I don't care for me any more
for I do endlessly suffer

Don't you tell me right from wrong
for I have suffered the rejected man
the man that beats his hands on wet sand
with the word's, my god you stupid *******

So to merit my flag to yours
I become one of you
I taste your lust and hate
your love and fears

And yes I don't like it
for I am not one of you
but to this point
I to endlessly suffer

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I lay my sword lion heart on the ground
and ask for a parley
finding yourself is better then not knowing
and by lucky chance I found my ancient name

Even my sweet ***** cat is deemed warlock
yet only being with one liken to me
so no arms I hold this day
this the last of me, this Sunday

Please ponder on my scares
for each one was for you
and I will forever protect Earth
In everything that I do

Only a few of wonders know my real name
to speak it would be a sin of sins
I am wind and the sky
the breath of a new born child

So know every scare I have
truly with pride was for you
and when I die broken
I will transfer my love to you

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

© 2012 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

I am detaching myself from the real world
just to live in my world of dreams
yes I am a whacked out poet
with a soul that want's to be free

Let them kindle the wood
pull me from my womb
violate me as they did you
while you slept and drank their poison

Oh they will come for me
discredit me, call me insane
I will bounce and shout
behind their padded walls

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

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

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

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

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

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

There's panic in the streets
cities fall into silence
it is time the thought police
put their helmets on
while the sirens drone Obey

The trickle of truth
running lost down the gutter
hiding the underground
from the Lords of evil intent
those that smile wave their hands
kings of ******* babbled

**** poor political bandits
without a knife between teeth
the irksome kind
that need to walk the boards
come to our level
and walk the boards of Life

By Christos andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

She is all I dreamed of as perfect
her laughter does fill me with joy
her face smiles with sweet contentment
every time I do look at her

She is as delicate as a pink lily
her perfume is laced with passion
if love is not just a trending viability
she does make my love for her that action

Her moves to woo me, if that was what it was
or was it me, I don't know I can't see
my mind is cluttered up with her love
she coos to me liken to a pure white turtle dove

Wise I will be to tend to her needs
even if I drink her blood as she bleeds
I love her so much, that she knows
for I kiss her from head to her dainty toes

I miss her love
I miss her kisses
I miss her much
her happiness my business


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Your rules mean nothing to one liken to me
if I care in your embryonic masinnations
soon to jump again to another reality
we are more then you could ever believe

Sweet time slip
oh in and out
cut you, hurt you
for you are not my kind

I mean to pull that green gurkin
pull it straight out of that hat
time deplacement
and that is that

Feel the suffering around the world
for I am not one of you
I am just a representative
of glorious light now so old

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I still have that picture of you
the one I carried close to my heart
I carried that for two years
I was so proud to have a woman like you

That day our AV was hit
and I woke choking on my blood
I was on my back, could not move
and I was covered in s**t

I passed out after that
when I did wake two days later
by the side of my bed was that picture
it was standing by a glass of water

I wanted to pick it up
but I could not move my arms

My head felt as big as a balloon
I had lost half my ****** teeth
everything was a blur
except that picture of you
then I felt I was fading
and looking at your picture I passed out again

That night I woke up screaming
the nurse rushed to my side
I asked her how my friends were
the look in her eyes told me, I was the only one left

What kept me from dying there and then
was that smiling picture of you
now stained with blood of mine
and the blood of my dear friends

It took a year to get back on my feet
and I still carried that picture of you
it seems so long ago now
but nightmares still haunt me
the only thing that keeps me going
is that unchanging picture of you

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I was sitting by the Jolla tree
writing a list of what I need
it started with world peace
and ended in tears of children

That was the list sitting by the Jolla tree
my list was d cup, would you like to see
love me, hate me
but you will never be rid of me

I am shaving off my beard
and colouring my hair ruby red
for I care little of myself
and soon I will be dead

I am a rabble in my own underwear
a faded clown worlds apart
my love is for words
it's a pity we have to part

I was made to crash and burn
this is the wage I earned
what was it all for
what the hell did I learn

For I crash and burn


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Guess where I hide them
I will not tell you yet
evidence is in the making
5 5 2012

All shadows of the misguided
sense total victory will be at hand
to those in the Know of knowledge
watch their utter defeat

It's bye bye
scarifies and dies
total command
total of the skies

In my temple of onyx
a verse by me
will be Immortalised
he made war, for love was everything


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

Drift form sweet where others melt in reality
sing the songs of goodness and of happy heart
those young in soul do try to justify their honour
yet the dry arid days are without knowledge cool
does make pity on the dreadful human mind
as making realuntent so sad linear destiny

Till the morning the lonely cry
as dawn comes so slowly defined
so make your discontent a holy trinity
prey with good form pure and right
maybe there could be better days ahead
if with forgiveness you keep your head

What is the call to the brotherhood of man
for most fall from the tree of true Eden
so let the clowns jest and waste sweet days
then make merry thier idiotic selfish ways
like in the jet stream of reason
without the clipped wings of time

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

He is one spasticated mental case
that black clad ******* dark lord
he has a very delicate disposition
**** he of the wars off and he will so ******* up

He is a passive aggressive
and one ******* fighter
but he never shows his scares
he just keeps them in his ****** up head

Do you know the Dark One cries
that ******* ******* dark lord
I think he is on that precipice
I think he is preparing to die

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Their movements are made of grace and perfection
they implement their bodies to move with natures wants
sometimes dancing as warm as a summers day
but when disturbed can march to war colder then desert nights

They dance with music in their minds
it's a private conversation to their true inner being
they make numerical conclusions in movement
usually a dozen dances to find the right number

They love mathematical equations
for where there is a thumb there is a rule
so they dance counting the beats
with musical calculus being their all

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Soon
Soon all I was will be gone
all I have said just whispers
for this is my goodbye
this is the end of me

To protect you is the end of me
sweet Earth I love thee
make fast all my dreams
for I was never whom I seemed

All the planning
all the pain within
to my last bloom
forgive me, for I do leave soon



By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

There's a cow on the roof
a cockerel in the kitchen
a pig in the fridge
and I am ****** scared

The sky is turning purple
people all seem to be smiling
what have they put in the water
what have they put in the water

Lovely is our police state
for all is perfect here
no crime no homeless
and we dance with JOY

Oh this happy England
this **** state of hell
our commanders are tyrants
I myself call them C*nts

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Do you remember dear Winky
that nervous twitch suited you well
each time we held the line
your sweet eyelids would flutter

I know you fear the end
liken to a jellyfish on jagged rocks
smashed into adversity
but this world is circular

Come my friend, my sister and brother
see I care not for the scares
nor the disappointment
I do not falter, and so must not you

See my blood fall to the ground
it matters not to me
not really, not to one liken to you
my heart as your's is pure, my winky woe woe

You are made of sterner stuff
like me, you like it hard and rough
find the heart, I will hold your hand
let's to the end fight it wholeheartedly tough


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I have decided after much deliberation
to not post my next 200 writes
for I am turning into that monster
the rage machine and answer only to my Lord

I have held back dear friends
but now I am taking off the gloves
for I have no love for thee
I am the rage machine and answer only to my Lord

I have read the bible back to front
this hyper killing machine will act
never stop a rage machine
for they answer only to their Lord

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Two Poets sleeping, cavorting and writing
what would you do
in a week in Bohemia

The gentle smiles of knowing
Poet's liken to you
whom express their art in many forms

This just one week in Bohemia
would you dear poets I love
share a whole year with me

Could you would you dedicate your life
dare to live the life of deaths tragic maladies
forever .. not just for a week in Bohemia


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Sing in the brittle tree tops my despair
making sweet your melody to winter's song
try to be hard at the spring of March
make stupor merry to your seasons end

Fantastic your endeavours turn mild winds
all you did makes us more sullenly pure
they know, I know you really hate that
and in your reality death comes once every year

Make blooms the crescent of despair
be sure that the most in northern exposures
wish that they never had the bite of you
even the back lands Kind Town, Nova Scotia



By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I have faced death many times
seen my brothers and sisters fall
dodge the bullets and bombs
thinking only to be with you again

I have died on the battlefield
as I pulled my own to safety
the sweat burns my eyes
I know I will not survive

Forgive me my love
for I know that I die
yet my voice does utter on my last breath
it mutters your name

I am that disappointment
that solider that does not come home
as you wait
with a smile and flowers in your sweet hands

If you only knew how much I love you
if only you had seen the battlefield
my love you would know
that this is where my life ends, and I go


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris