There's always the case of chosen sides
yet my kind care for non of it
I choose to protect this place
this Earth that I so do love

We huddle close, crying love, like rain
kind and true spirits we guide
for a long time ago
we had chosen sides

Think no matter
that I am not one of you
for my soul burns with stars
in holy stardust matrimony

We stand here
always been here
we protect you
and we will die here

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

After all the ticker tape
the cheers and applause
when the curtain closes
you find yourself alone again

Still holding the flowers thrown
you walk back to your dressing room
and there you sit in tears, on your own
the stage a crypt, this room a tomb

The cotton ***** by the bed table are full of blood
they will know you have been at it again
leave those sleepers and breakers
you never needed them to blend in

Clean that sweet face up
some would love to be you
you are someone that can change the world
people will love you without the façade

Close that diary of tears and fears
be that person you are deemed to be
and in conclusion
be the good in you, for all to see

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I'm running in circles chasing my tail
I will catch it one day, I know, some how
if I lay quietly and very still
it may try to slip off to eat my meal

So I watch it as it moves to and fro
can't wait too long for I have to go
my master is calling walkies
the jingling of the lead will get to me

Now my tail is taunting me, waving
it's is saying goodbye soo indignantly
but yet I know when I go out
that little *** will follow me


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris


By NeonSolaris
© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

We stay our hand
to love I do write
no more this day
no more do I fight

I could battle from breakfast
all the way to tea time
but I must not hurt any more
I need to build my temples again

So in the way I do things
I destroy another three hundred poems
see how easy it is
if your life is to write

Yes I am a word warrior
just like I have always been
the love of dark poetry
is so truly my queen

Me and Larna K the other morning
we versed one by one
she is one serious writer
scares the crap out of me

I told her one day she will better me
not at battle, well I hope not
but I must admit really
she is kick *** at poetry

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Weakness is not acceptable
I remember them saying that to me
then there was tens of thousands
now there is only ten to one

I did not destroy them
they destroyed themselves
foolish wars and bickerings
and all for nothing

My kin screaming from the skies
fighting like blooded heroes
I watched them fall one by one
as I was told not to draw my sword
for weakness is not acceptable

But no no, not me
as the hero I'm deemed to be
I plucked them from the battle
saved some of them
and now they live in Seattle

I truly tried to save as many as I could
pulled the ****** fools apart
I screamed to them
do you not think we have enough to do
then this unthinkable sad pathetic war

I wish they would stop ****** fighting
it's such a ****** freaking waste
I can not save them all
as angels begin to fall
but disappointment now governs me



By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Five years fight aways my love for you
know for your ignorance I did hate you
I became a monster of one love
yet you would never know to later

Now look at me now
you silly little *******
do you think if I was one
I would of lasted

Sweet matrimony was all I wanted
her to look on me as her subject in the sand
and here I am whipping storms of discontent
whilst your eyes blink in misconceptions

I want you to listen to me now
be off with you, you stupid cow
as this is a teacup storm
from where hence I was born

Now leave me be
for you are nothing of Eve
and as the sand kicks up a dust
I bid you farewell and to Mars to rust

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By the stream of death and despair
where even ravens bow their heads
a meeting does take place
it's a communion of darkness
it's a meeting of minds
the last of the gothic lords

They sit by the rippling moans and groans
making vile suggestions to each other
one mutters, the more ****** the better
another want's a dominion of chaos
but then one among them speaks out
saying, this is not what dark lords are all about

and as he continues with his ardent speech
conformity to our way, he did beseech  
the other lords cheered and cried
then looked to see a sword by his side
he grabbed his arms and hacked and diced
till he was the last of the gothic lords


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Goodness we had two years together
and you are telling me we never did that
well I know we were young then
but I never got down on your ******?

I was eighteen and you were seventeen
we were so in love and engaged
yet wow I never knew that fact
we never went down on eachother

I know I popped your cherry
that took over six months
riving on the bed fully clothed
for the first six months, I know

Well, it's a **** pity
such a pity we never did that
well time may of passed
but I'd like to play catch up


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

The telling of tales
some as big as a large blue whale
but what is and what will be called
a somewhat kind of art
like cooking for the first time
just for the one you love

My dreams are so vivid
yet I am never freaked
for my mind is made from stars
and I still drift from above
I love telling tales
for I am a tell tale mother

I drift in the rifts of time
as words fall out of me
and I love to play
play in waters deep
I still have my tail
for telling tales

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

She was dressed in silver black and grey
and at night she did hold me tight
her words are honest and polite
she tells me she would help me through the nights
knowing I have one mistress called Poetry
I Honour her wonder and Poetic love

She befriended me, without knowing me
how do you merit a kind heart liken to her
how wonderful a Human Being
what a glory to serve them
so I cast honest love
in silver black and grey


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Winters in this city, jeeze they are cold
winds kick a frozen play
so biting and bracing it is
in the big apple city of hope

I love to walk down 42nd Street
have a coffee at the Grand Central Terminal
sipping slowly, watching the people go by
pad and pen in hand writing my life away

Nice place New York, a place you feel hidden
no one has time to notice you
and in the winter especially so
when it's biting in the big apple


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

We have been in here for days
very little light, very little food
Jim seems to be on a downer
he's thinking about getting ****** tomorrow

I look over to him
smiling I say. chin up Jim
he looks lost and forlorn
as we are getting ****** at dawn

I walk over to him laying there
I see tears in his eyes
he hates dying in pain
I really don't know why

It's not like hanging
definitely not like burning
most of us do get burnt
but this time it's stoning


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

In his ******* rage he stuck her
then threw her to the ground
he called her all the names under the sun
then in his brutish poison kicked her

She laid there in a curled heap
mouth all blooded and panting
she was late in making his dinner
so she would have to pay for that

He dragged her to her feet once again
and while holding her blood drenched hair
punched her hard in the face and neck
for he was a man, a real *** of a man

She pleaded for mercy
but he cared not
he'd been in the pub
and drunk a ****** lot

Yet in the morning
when the light of day was dawning
he found he'd murdered his wife
and the gallows were a calling


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Now the introductions are now over

now the talking does begin in earnest

how do we play this game

dark and ***** or all clear to come

  

It's all good however you want it

I have a very yes, very open mind

sometimes to some a sick one

but I think it's rather **** to be rather ill

  

So let that naughty sparks alight

let it burn all through the night

cyber me to I want to make you mine

I will be the doctor and you can be my nurse

  

If we get sore from our endeavours

from the whips and leathers

we can heal each other

healing licks of saliva

  

Take it easy if you want to bite me

but if you make me bleed I would love it

I play dark and ***** when I take you there

as does with my empire and my names here

  

  

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Standing in buildings of self importance
clapping to the wail of screaming banshees
the elite that are so wanting attention
jabber in their madness very loudly

A jester with a blade in his back
tells them dinner is served
then falls twitching to the ground
to be the main course and the sweet

How wonderful they muse, is poverty
starving children with swollen bellies
look what I've giving, look what I've got
yet I am truly soulless and that's my lot

They throw a little to relieve the guilt
in ivory castles they have built
some go to church and pretend to pray
whispering money is power and power is say

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Goodness, that woman is always so indecorous
she does not give a hoot about what people think
she pars with me in outrageous contentions
and her flippant disregard does match mine

She is a wild spirit of the high winds
one of goddess status that I call my kin
her might, well she never shows
but within her does pure light glow

Open with retrick to the ways and wrongs
this is Lady Jane's faux pas
she is not one of the fallen
for she sings in songs of truths

It matters not a jot to Lady Jane
for she is infectious to note arrietty
and her menial task
is to flick you back to reality

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Forging through the frozen wastelands
surface ice cracks and splinters
it's summer here now
yet it feels like mid winter

Ice all over the stern and bow
but that will not stop this machine
for it is made of iron and steel
new explorations is it's will

To the continent where the sun has dominion
going back to the cold lands of white
my sweet home, kingdom of ice
my kingdom as cold as my heart

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris


© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

I woke up in a haze today
at 5am I should be bright eyed and bushy tailed
it's going to be a long day
and I'm already going gigity

It's a short step to the realms of sanity
yet I don't take that step
I'm going into the maddening winds
just where I am sitting

Mary had a little gigerty
it's fleece was black as night
and where her gigity sheep went
it would always insure a gigity fight

Gigity gigity goo


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

To my last breath I whisper her name
as I bleed to death on this battlefield
with eyes closed I think of her
and know my life was not in vain

Oh mother in heaven
know your son comes soon
for Christmas has no meaning
no meaning without such heart as you

I regret I do not die here
for you know I died long ago
and the shadow I call me
is just that a shadow

But that is between you and me
and as I rise with the scars of battle
you know my secret number
codes I have embossed in writes

Still your child
even though I am aged beyond
only now you know my name
and mother you know my number

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

The pain intensifies daily now
my god and do my lungs burn
my mood swings are getting more extreme
yet there is so much more I wanted to learn

The pain killers don't **** the pain any more
this morning I coughed blood all over the floor
I wish the pain this morning would recede
for I can feel my burning lungs do bleed

Blood on the pillows
blood on the tissues
blood as I cough into my hands
blood sodden well everywhere I stand

Please I beg of you one thing
an angel of death please do send
finish me now I beg of you
for I am so waiting for the end


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

I watched her fall from grace
seen her throw up all over the place
watched her at a Hollywood party
take on twenty men and killed them

She would be cut and bleeding
but she did not care a buck
she was as ****** as me
and she knew this whole world did ****

She was stars and bars
a killer kitten like me, hard
she told me in her last days here
she wanted to die and disappear

She gave me her stars and bars
all of her knowledge and thinking
and with pride I said goodbye
when by my own hand I killed her


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

To know me is to love me
empires vast in times gone by
never to be lost
it's just another chapter when I die

I wear the masks to hide myself
cloak myself in a veil of darkness
my voice muffled
in this vacuum in space

Time makes a good bedfellow
it cradles me
it bathes me
it renews me

The masks I wear are many
some will smile on you
some will frown
some I wear are just to clown around


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

She missed again
our light, Miss infallible
we can make better god's
as you can't get a warlord in the right place and time

He know's you know
wow did you mess it up
that other Christ should be here
whilst this one belongs in the past

You have made treason a good word
as now many of our kind debate
wonder if we want more then godhood
so now we do deliver your fate

No making excuses now
you're two thousand years too late


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

If be by even candles dim light
you be compelled to write
and you are fully stocked
be someone baby, attack the block

If blank pages are all that you see
and think you are loosing clarity
say not on your holly hocks
and attack that writers block

Don't start to slouch in despondent shame
thinking you are at the end of your game
stand firm and proud like a ****
and with pen in hand attack the block


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

He sits there with glue all over his hands
coughing with hair in his lungs
for he is a brush maker
all for artist everywhere

His pressing of fingers and thumbs
the glue makes his head go numb
all the brushes he will make he knows
for there are pictures to be painted

So he works through the night
so artist in the warm daylight
can paint to their hearts content
with brushes that he has made


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

She sits there on the hanger deck
she is one of my new creations
I deem her ready of flight
my dynamics and her propulsion

Do I have to slap a wet fish in your face
will the saline water pure, tell my name
she is fleet ready full of secrets of mine
her name is vast, as mine in all of time

This baby is a systematic night child
so loyal to her devotion
this is why I made her
why I made her sentient

Oh she has her blades down for hyperdrive
my sweet baby has fold space capability
my mind and physical devotion
to the dynamics of propulsion


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I have promised not to swear this month
and it's a right *******
for I am not PC

I will blame it on age
and not as I claim a sage
for I am so not PC

The best I can say is bucket
and not the other
for I am so not PC

I am the living dead
rotting in my bed
and I am so not PC

Ruck you
as you ruck me
for I am so not PC


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

He has the mark of a genius
yet the attributes of a fool
he is a mindbender
and a truth sender
a seeker of all knowledge
and a traveller of time

He is of sword and honour
and such a master of war
and his bedroom antics
well he acts like a *****

Dark as pitch black
with ears of a bat
yet golden as the day
when he has a heart attack

He's kinda human kinda not
a subject with a plan
more then you think
as universes he does span

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I feed her when no one is around
my Shabba Baba Boo
she is my heart
my silver soul apart

She said if I gave her all of me
she told me .. then die for me
now here we go
and let us crank it up

Let the leaves of summer
just let them rot into the Earth
as the winter bites
I vow to fall with my love

Now as silence falls around me
and my sweet Maria dies
again I fight in her name
and care not for fame

For she is my Shabba Baba Boo

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Love life live just a little
make the most of your life
sing with joy like within the heart of summer
and rejoice as the warm rain do fall

Make haste to savoir all your blessings
like the birth of a new human child being
know kindness with some has dominion
so savior the saviors in their last glories

Watch the meteoric downpour
see it drench the land
watch life spring from the earth
smell the presentations of new birth

Make sure to never be static at this time
a time of glories most profound
the time to see heavenly sights
from all that is goodly and bright abound


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I am her weapon
her painful reminder
her blind ambition
poet little me

I need no excuse
for I am her rampage
I execute time
liken to my maladies

They will see me coming
for I glow bright in the night
bright with glory never wasted
so slight, little is me

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

You are mine and I am yours
you have opened my heart to loves door
now it's the last years, I have made my mission
to in the last days have twenty twenty vision

I have that kind and unselfish love
that sacrifice to all
that part of my inner being
a quantifiable elaborate tool

I work to strive
I fight to survive
in the turmoil of life
I do find divinities drive

Does in matter
black matter
the fabric
that adorns me

Oh sweet children of Eve
as my numbers dwindle
yet I do kindle
the last hopes of humanity

The death of me
that twenty twenty vision
is not my choice
it's a time line decisions


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I am of many

just as you are

a rose ready to flower

making scents most beautiful


Singing to the winds of change

the night is our dominion

in the circle of death

the mortals sing in their millions


We stand in the light

we of justice and laws

they know what they do

but not are clowns or fools


So shield up and grab your sword

it's going to be a free for all

stand back my angel it's down to them

when they finish just say, Oh Dear!!!



By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

You have broken my heart
and I can't forgive you
all I do is good deeds
and you want to command me

My life is in ruins because of you
I thought you loved me
but what the ****, what do I do
I run fast fly fast from you

You have broken my dream
dream of a wonderful life
you might as well of cut my heart out
with a silver knife

I can't stop my tears falling
you have broken my heart
I should of known
it was **** at the start

So well played you *****
for now I am on my knees
crying tears
as I call upon my storms


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

The arctic storm kicks into fourth gear
the scientist in huts huddle within
they have found something in the ice
it's ****** tall and does not look very nice

The creature looks like something out of the ugly ark
so way, way out of the ball park
they leave a chap to keep a lookout with it
while the rest get on with duties and bits

Then later that night as the cold dark fell
scientist in their bunks heard a yell
bleary eyed they fall out of their beds
rushing to their sentinal, only to find him dead

The creature has escaped it's frozen prison
and it's now on a ****** rampaging mission
one by one it wants to consume them all
till not one scientist walks this snow bound base


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

He stands in the temple of the ancients
he takes his red robe off
and replaces it with one of white
time has gone back as he strives forward

Soon he will make changes to his flesh body
he will sing sweet to the glory of good
and with his holy sword of light
will smite all the evil that dwells here

This is his holy Sunday
as Monday will be his working day
but today he prays
to the power of God


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

She was sitting by the crystal fountain
with thunder on her face
and the tears in her eyes
were from the crushing reality
for he was gone
just his last letter and dog tags

She dropped his letter into the water
never would she hold another
did she think he would go
not as the crystal fountain flowed
with tags in hand she fell to her knees
and she seeped painful tears

Never love a warrior
for most don't live that long
and she has faced up
that he is really gone
bitterly she cried
never love a warrior

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

If only for a summer of solitude
for the crisp cold air of mountain streams
I would lay there in lush green grass
serenaded in blue skies, in a waking dream

Here in this scented field of bliss
where daffodils that do angels kiss
and mother earth hugs you
and tells you of your worth
I would love to dwell
yet I am convicted to Hell

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka Neonsolaris

I watch the Gulls in the crisp Autumn breeze
as they fight for their place in the bitter wind
I sit down and watch them struggle
and I see myself in their malady

I watch their wings bend and contort
and every now and then a feather falls
I jump from my seat and try to catch them
as they fall spiralling down to earth

I want to fly to sea with them
out to the blue unkind ocean
and in my dying movement dive
for I have given up eating indeed

My cloak of winter is the same as in summer
so black is the colour of my name
and my fasting is for my divinity
as I trust in my own commands

So as my feathered friends struggle
I cast a holding spell
and the violent seas calm
and the wind relents it's fury
and in the peace of sweet nature I do die again

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

Did the world change today
has it been a shocking day
for me it is just what was written
now it is time for the last war

Now we watch the monkeys **** each other
watch them burn in the flames of their destiny
we go soon to another world of hell
with wings of silver we will cleanse and heal

Our glory is to do by her sweet word
the word of the truth with no denial
this world turned to mange
so watch you change

It's written in the stars
you have truly been invaded by Mars
now read them and weep
for all I proclaim I keep


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

As seven cities did fall
and the knowledge was lost forever
all those books all that ancient prescriptions
the old laws I knew so many years ago

I walk among the ruins
defending what books are left
I mean to take them with me
as dying laying by my side

In the cavern of the four winds
my own will hide my body
never to be touched
until another one of me comes along

Forever and ever
our hearts and souls
hurting and hurting
forever and ever

By my stars I will not relent
as my life is a constant battle
and I want to do it all ...  truly
is to write blood and guts poetry
in the cavern of the four winds


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

She wants my eyes that girl
she waves a shinny silver spoon in her hand
she makes light the banging of wood on metal
as she looks mystically into my dark eyes

Oh how I love my mad ******* of a girlfriend, ok wife
she can put fear into my underpants
she springs summer autumn and winter
my soul is filled with all her seasons

Should of come to you years ago I think
here are my eyes so very fearless
here are my works and many lives
here is my hand in your's my wife

My eyes have seen many things
the rise and fall of kings
battles most fantastic
before earth came to form

I dance of those of the unknown
I bite like fury of many Gods
but for you my ******* diamond human
here you go, here are my many eyes

See what I see
be what I be
and if you love me
die with me


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Our meetings in the park

you in black against the greenery

and that look in your eyes most mystic

does make my mind stretch like elastic

I hold out my gift to you

as the rose does tremble

every time

every time we meet


How many years have I been alone

how many years misunderstood

then you walked into my dying and gave me life

your face glowing with goodness I see that is true

for that and other wonderful facts, I do love you

as the rose does tremble

every time

every time we meet


I am not afraid of my feelings anymore

I have endured much to find you

here in my pocket I have something for you

it's a data chip proclamation

it opens folders never unfolded

as the rose does tremble

every time

every time we meet



By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

The train pulls in terminating their passage
some look wearied and shell shocked
London took a serious pounding last night
my mother lives in the square some gunner said

Do we even hit a plane just one
that's what really hurts
they overwhelm us, *******
but to England I'd give my shirt

To see the charred remains of children
gives me the ardour to fight
all through the day
and all through the night

Defeat is not an option
all good of England's command
will fight till our last breath
all over this sweet land


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

She was the great of kindness
why did she bare me to war
me a war child
and her the guardian of peace

I wear black to shed my sins
the sins that I will commit
she did cry so loud
when I was born child of war

I could never tell her how much I loved her
for I did deny all human kind
may I die if that was possible
in the ****** pit of despair

Mother of all
I am coming to my holy point
and I know my way
to this most ethereal war

You are my angel of light
my child that did skip
mother pure of silver
forgive me for my dark ways

By Christos Andreas kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Oh how beautiful you look

what a pleasure to the eyes

you do bewitch me

you make me a dizzy surprise


How much I know about you

so much to know about you

but I have time always to learn

a star that for eternity does burn



The body I dwell in has just a few more years

but the time I have left, I may spend with you

I want you to have my gifts and all my secrets

so always keep a pen and pad on you


Yes it gets late for me now

I feel the start of winters chilled air

I dance to keep the cold out of my heart

but in just a few years my love, I will depart


For you my love I have time always

it has always been my right hand man

so my love when I die

I promise to come back again



By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

The children of death have landed
silver knives in their hands
ready to **** on his demand
obeying all his commands

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

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

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


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Hollow is my heart as my demise comes
oh cheer my death with laughter evil ones
for with my death as the last of mine
does truly come a new beginning

It is time to line
a line of the times
see whom giggles
see whom do wriggle

See the daft queen of tarts
see her **** a deafen again
wave her goodbye so
it's time for her to let go

So I send my furies
send then to her hell
for she is fixed perfect
baby it's time to let go


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

I catch myself quoting poetry to be written
and I do I wonder, am I that crazy
are my religious endeavors all in vain
will I have Romans banging on my back door

I know art is my fix
I have nearly done them all
just not keen on pottery
or chipping at marble with tools

I am more of a cerebral man
made of music and rhythm
I write for the love for it
so not just for isms

Oh come my gentile folk
I don't do it for a dime
some of my babies
will one day be sublimed

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

How many times have I
how many times have I changed
how fluid is time when you change
back to the union of body and soul

The rush of death proceeds me
as angels fall to their knees
sing do they to me
in a most mighty requiem

Another transformation does come soon
I will miss my old self
but I know for a fact
that I will enjoy the new

The pig is out his pen
the cat is out of the bag
the barn door is open
for here comes the change in me


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris