It would be so wonderful to be loved
to have someone to hold me close
to trust them implicitly
to give me hope and liberty

Would that be much to ask
to find someone that would love me
yet I dwell in the back waters of despair
where only newts and frogs on lilies care

My marshland so cold, with razor blade reeds
the squeaking of mice that fall by the waters edge
drowning and sinking
to the dark depths

Do not pity me
for I am a creature of the swamp
and will forfeit my desires
I will always want

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

I watch them on the green
that squirrel and the fox
they play as the morning sun does rise
these two opposites, so now not opposed

I watch them dance and play with joy
and I smile knowing
what beauty I see
in this squirrel and fox

The little feller jumps up
right up onto his back
see the trust they have
if only humans saved such trust

I will not cut the mustard
Jesus was right
most are right *******
whist he bites his nails

So not going that way
that poor forsaken Angel

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Jessica Spite was a woman of terror
when vexed, had a tongue like a whip
her eyes were brighter than a nova sky full of stars
and when she had her teeth in you, she did not quit

Her dresses were always black and flowing
she'd coax you to where she was going
with dumbfounded smiles, most did follow her
till she ****** the life out of them, draining them

Oh the cries of despair
the want of release
many a man did fall to her charms
non did the ordeal survive

A Succubus in the most horrid form
looking innocent, looking forlorn
yet no one really knew the evil heights
of that devil called Jessica Spite


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

We are made of music
we call to storms by will alone
our kind are out of the ballpark
yes us, of the Gothic and Dark

Our banners are many
our loyalty confounding
it's a close community of beauty
as we scribe drinking after dark

So many intelligent writers out there
in that dark and gothic stance
my love for dark poetry
is truly my inky romance

Being burned to my grave
I perishish yet still will rave
being honest and stark
to my love of the gothic and dark

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

My ******* look big in this dress
maybe it's too tight
don't look at me at this party
my **** is breaking out for a fight

This dress is making me mad
mascara running I am so sad
I wish I had never come here
my confidence is full of fear

I don't like me
not as beautiful as I used to be
my love tells me he still loves me
Yet, I in my heart, I don't believe


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I am a one man army
a creature of the night
if I come across cold
let's just call it my independence

I will not play by the rules
I will not buckle to wants
this is my destiny
this is my independance

It's a total lock down
no human interactions
not while in this mood
I'm breaking every record I set myself

I can't help but write
it's a ****** drug to me
and I mean to go the distance
this is my independence  


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Your feminine movement
rings like a chapel bell
for you are my Eve in Eden

You are my sweet blessing
my sweet child of love
I will give you all of me

You are passion incarnated
a pride of womanhood
and I love you

The scent of you
your holy trinity
My God I love you

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

There she sits my sweet love
in the valley of lilies
her hair swept back by kind warm winds
summer has come to her wonder sweet

I hide on the hilltop and watch her as she sings
and all around birds she does bring
my heart does pound
as in the valley her voice resounds

Oh what a beauty she is
and she is mine
her surprise will be
that I am back and fine

So I watch her
ready to surprise her
that I am back again
to marry her

But for now I just watch her
as she sings picking white peace lilies
the ring I have for her finger
is just for her and no other


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

This is where fear turns to bravery
where kindness is given among a hail of bullets
where the victor is one that saves
even with the aspect true of an early grave

Here in the fields of the brave
I sit and praise the fallen
looking at photos of loved ones
I cry and praise the fallen

Each name written in blood
each one I call hero
whist all around me I see
cold hands clasping to the skies

This cold and forgotten battlefield
do now I stand and bow my head
and not for the last time in my life
I praise the fallen.

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Our hearts flutter like butterflies wings
in this love so true I said I do
you know me so well
as if we have always been together

When I kiss your sweet lips I am in heaven
your touch takes me from hell to heaven
I want to be with you every minute of the day
and listen to all the beautiful words that you say

I love to dance with you in many ways
my love for you does break every record
to be by your side and protect you
is a priority of things to do

Every time we are apart
I try to hold back the tears
but I know my love
that I will be with you till the end of our days


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

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

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

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

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

By Christos Andreas Kourtis
By NeonSolaris

© 2008 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

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)

He had lost the capacity to love
no want or care for others
just understanding
time was a luxury item to him
love was just another mirage
a clouded vision.

Closed is the temple of his mind
the outside world a distant past
clocks in every corner of his house
reminded him never to waver
peace and deep thought now
knowledge he could savour.

Summer was walking away
the nights would get longer
he smiled at the thought of that
falling leaves to shooting stars
the darkness of the nights
the glow of cold red Mars

September will be here soon
he whispered as he tapped
fingers pounding keyboard
the product of his art seen
in a dimly lit room
on his computer screen.

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Oh I so have that temperament
yes I am one of those fire crackers
when I loose it, I see red
and I can't hold back

I risk my guts every ****** day
in the name of glorious poetry
I am battle hard fker
this mother fking fire *******

I bust an A ring
just because I want it all
let's write some ******* poetry
you, one and all

I am a fire *******
I could take you to the stars
this sun of God
and warrior of Mars

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

The Kid Is Lonely

This kid is lonely
he cries in dark corners
his mind full of doubts
about who he is and who you are about

The kid is lonely
he is not afraid
for he knows he's ever lasting
and has always cheated death

Yet he is a lonely kid
one with big brown eyes
just wanting love
just wanting love

He spins the bottle
hoping it points to you
he wants love
for he is lonely

He wants to play
in closets he will stay
he wants to play finger bobs
with you as his toy


By Christos Andreas kourtis aka NeonSolaris


Do You Think It Matters

Do you think it matters
who I know and don't
same old sh*t
in the fame game

I relate to those that run
it is not nice to be loved
they want to know all about you
and that is the thing that kills me

It's easy to **** one like me
for you get on that stage and tremble
do you think it matters
that you are killing me

They tell me not to worry
but how do I take this
are they just being kind
or just *******

I am as insecure as my last work
and I live the pain
for I am nothing
but a **** poor poet


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris


They Want Me Dead

Those of the black arts
want me dead
the circle of hate
want me dead

They hate me as if I was a Jew
they would gas me if the could
but they have no chance
for I am already dead

My ****** veins are hollow
and echo dead man walking
oh let them wish
that they want me dead

Hush my love
you know I love insults
it gives me an excuse
to justify the hurt

Oh they want me dead
I will give them that
as I shove me fist
right down their throats


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Opal and black were her furious eyes
most would only notice them
when it was time for them to die

She is my assassin elite
with a ****** dark streak
I love her dearly my furious eyes

A gave her a lifetime guarantee
if she would only kneel to me
a glorious prize is my furious eyes

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Never eat humble pie
I will tell you the reason why
they never give you commissions you see
most just expect it.. boy they take the ***

Don't go to the Co's like that
stick that in your pocket ,,, your cap
don't you go in too smart
he will think you are a prat

Remember to stand straight
and for god's sake don't look at him
this could be a promotion or demotion
never eat humble pie and don't look at him

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

On a trip ship to Saturn Nine
I met this chick on the gunner deck
she was a class one warrior, just like me
we kissed and showed our availability

She took me there and then
I hoped it would never end
she slapped me around
and gave me such a licking

I drop kicked her over the dining table
and she nutted me in the face
you have to be ******* military
when you are fighting out in space

All the grunts were cheering
giving us the go go go
that day fired me up, I was in such a stupor
that's when I lost my virginity to a starship trooper

Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

We do take flight and find
as soon as the alarm bells ring
we are the fury perfect and fast
knowing love is ******* vast

We have had our fair share of pain
and we don't want that pain again
so my sweet could be would be
my angels do fly

I am her sweet pride
and you have spat in my eye
you have crossed the line
so we fly with no mercy

Don't you try to comfort us
for we are uncomfortable
and if you try to dare talk
too ******* late... you ****** up

We have no mercy
my kind are here to destroy
and oh by the way
we are not your ****** *** toys

Build for war forever more
**** with us and you **** with our fleet
so this our sweet goodbye
as the loyal to our word complete


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Do you know my brother
you never seance to amaze me
I fear not your wonder
nor fear your wondrous art
you talented ****

Blow it out of your ***
maybe in a horn concerto
I think of me
as i do think of you
poor ******* you and me

They will hate me till the end
and not like you
**** Mozzy, as I take my sweet life
and by my last work
I lay my ****** silver knife

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolais

She was known by the towns people all around
when she came down, all men would go to ground
her appetite for men was most unwarranted
she was a beast who knew what she wanted

She would walk into towns
with stone broken high heels on
her fishnet bearskin stockings
and cougar gloves of lust

She was a nasty mountain girl
and she would get her man
she'd take them there and then
for she was a **** finding hen

Man, you could hear them cry
oh mercy please not me
she had a knack to make them swell
did this naughty mountain girl


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

I have always had a preference to the dark
that is why I study the killing art
I am that black winged nightmare
that can smash you in two

I'm I sure it will hit me ten fold
oh yes please for I care not for my soul
well if it was mine
sure I would still not care a jot

I do it for the hate of you
for I despise all
I want my hands rather ******
with my black magic studies

I hate you
I hate them
lets make it totally ******
with my black magic study

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

They don't know of our great affair  

our communions of lust and passion

the hours we steal in a heartbeat

the savouring of every caress

  

Our love is in silence

that danger, that forbidden fruit

and we my love

consume each other as if starving  

  

The burn I feel when I look at you

the secret of our desires

the hidden looks we give

so wanting to be bonded again

  

From the cinders of our dark life

I know a child will be born

with the passion of stardust

that falls upon our love

  

  

By Chritos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

She burns Nova
and she is so live
I can't let her go
not without her pilot

He makes grim look like heaven
for her captain is fighter elite
wow that black clad *******
Neon will make her burn nova

He just keyed 300 disciplines
now just watch him fly
he is and he is will
I think he is going to burn the skies

On to the deck
oh sweet glory
we are warship
Neon she burns nova

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

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)

Today was a bad day
I had friends moping
being a pain in the ***
all ****** day long

I was praying for them to *******
to go and trouble some other poor *******
it was a ******* joke
ha when friends **** you off

Hey I know swearing is not big or cool
but today was a C88t of a day
well thank you my ******* friends
you have done it again

Just leave me to write
on my own to my delight
let me splutter and cough
ha, when friends **** you off

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Age is getting the better of me, you see
even my cat walks faster then me
my eyes are dimming in a daily requiem
complements my factual fragility

Make no mockery of time
for it is a fleeting creature
it holds no cares
for your indecision's

Take heed of my words now
know that I have time to ****
know now I do take credence
making familiar my bed fellows

If the land and the sea
did make peace and worshipped the moon
I too could just go in peace
back to my spiritual womb

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Oh the cat is out of the hat
the maiden has lost her knickers
and my aunt Nelly blimey
oh what a kerfuffle

My wife just put ****** on the sausages
and one from the oven has shot up the dogs ***
oh this is not good, at party like this
oh what a kerfuffle

There must be at least twelve saints here
those that must be revered
yet they are dancing like nutters
oi the beers are over here

God look at peter paul and dingo
don't they act like plebs
I would not dance
if I could get the beat out of my head

Lets take it to the garden
and do the moonlight shuffle
let's be foot loose and fancy free
oh what a kerfuffle


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

He descended lost and lonely into this world
fast did he fall, like cold winter's rain
his body broken and his mind shattered
yet he tried to keep himself contained

He felt like a ghost by a warm fire place
but, none of the living could see his form
he was a stranger, a stranger of passion kind
still in love with his sweet crying moon

Solitude and longing had become his good bed fellows
each night in his empty house they would paint nightmares
and when morning was claimed by the screaming of sunlight
they would pack up their paint brushes and go into hiding

His joy was the shimmer of a new dawn sun
it gave deliverance from the pain of loneliness
yet sweet justice came with those wonder nights
for the stranger and his love the crying moon

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

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

The time to look at life
to see all that is wonderful
to see the light of day
yet the beauty of night

To forgive and forget
to have love in your heart
to give a second chance
to those who fall short

To feel the light within
burn you in the glory of love
to see what is possible
with a positive me


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

My Zebra stalking friends
how I watch you're zig zag ways

Eyes precise as any hunter
a wonder to watch

Skip and hop
find your prey

Be glory small
but deadly

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Some flyers fly fast
but these do fly faster
they are killers on the wing
screaming death they do bring

Made to be swift and super precise killers
to see them above, will give their prey the shivers
if lucky they may meet an angel of mercy
but most don't give their mark that courtesy

They hit them fast and hit them hard
don't give them the chance to see the stars
most other flyers never see another chapter
when hit by the ****** talons of a Raptor

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

There were sapphires on the table at midnight
dice by the door at the breakfast of dawn
there were people crying at the church called Hope
that's when I saw the warrior angel sister yawn

Her sword was by her sweet side a weapon worthy
and her silver amour, how so it gleamed
so beautiful and violently proud
she was like white lightning from a darkened cloud

Oh how flight is cruelly denied
to those wrenched few
and their armour is tarnished with tears
blackened by the hate of wars and years

Never the flavour of today
for they are tomorrow's children
echoes of yesteryears
spilling memories to the future


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Riding fast through summers warm night
with heart as black as his attire
desperate to get back to safeties reach
quench his thirst, fulfil his desire.

His labour has been a profitable one
for not one but three tonight
and the ***** that he carries
will set him something right.

Whilst kicking he's heels into his steed
whispers faster boy he begs and pleads
hoofs on dry ground echo and resound
through the trees and all around.

This Highwayman homeward bound.


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

From microwave to televisions

plastic bottles and tin cans

just another wasting day

in a wasted land


You bury our ******* in land fills

letting it seep into the soil

with plastic bags

made from the subsidiaries of oil


Oh how wonderful is this planet

how smart mans endeavours

never save your children

from the mire of your selfish generations


This throw away society

where it's all me me me

hang your heads in shame

for earths dies and you have only yourselves to blame


Just do it bin it shut it

make the world a rotten place

but when you cry your children are dying

I will look in your eyes and lying face



By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Two million years from now
sergeant frog will be walking
shouting at his froglettes
get out your guns with bayonets poking

He will babble on the marshland
make Gribble and Gibble
his second and third in command
he's a ****** this frog, please understand

Get off your Lilly pads you sons of a guns
go boy's by the whistle
or get one in the back
come on lads, I hold that pistol

After he will send a telegraph
saying your son is missing
yet Sergeant knows
only Lilly pads are his grunts kissing


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

The crowds watch his new starship take off
he has christened it Super Blue
using the new hyper technology
he has picked up on the way

He had these green gaseous creatures build it
heaven knows where he got them from
he keeps some things very hush hush
especially when he is one of temple thinking

We stand in our millions to cheer
I do hope he looks upon us
I myself have waited twenty years
others here have waited a hell of a lot longer

Super Blue coo coo coo chew
so silent on take off
you could hear a pin drop
his starship Super Blue


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

It was a crazy night with my friends
it was a serious bubblebath bonanza
we were celebrating the ***** time
the places where we cleaned the grime

Here we are in the tub
the jacuzzi is doing ten to the dozen
this is the last warriors rub
for we fall in disrespect

The last opulent puzzle
those that were too much
and those that so wanted to shout it
well they had to be silenced

But here I sit in my bubble bath
and God we have a laugh
for I know you are liken to all but me
a creature of age, for some to see

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I have no blind ambitions
no cause not upheld by God
all I have is my love for you

No fortune cookies
predicting uncountable wealth
just the love of you

My beating heart
would be without motion
if not for the love of you

You are that star of my faith
my devotion to a sweeter Eden
loyalty profound the love of you

I will end my days
bathed in a sunset of heaven
all for the love of you

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)

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 Charing Cross
to pay Moriarty a visit

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


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

This old dark London of cobbled streets
where narrow allies hold many secrets
where muffin sellers barter their wares
and women of ill repute call seductively

In the flood lights of the Thames
that resist guidance of it's citazans
the sound of clattering hooves
reverberates around this decaying city

This city riving in pestilence
where beggar and thieves
hold an unholy alliance
in blood black as tar

This is where to find the Bow Street Boys
before the fields of Whitechaple
by bailey and justice
and the call of Bow Bells

My city of substance and commerce
my city of greed I will never understand
this city of poverty and fear
this city.


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Never two months at sea always three
and at last we have been called home
yet I feel like a murderer of the helpless
as we surface to take air and charge batteries

We are the sea pack the wolves
the last of the first made
and we are sailing home today
in seas cruel and unkind

Never wanted to be what I have become
all my brothers feel the same
we just do our service
yet so want to be home

Three months choking on fumes
three months of ******
I hope the mercy of my lord
he can somehow forgive me

We suffer for a cause we don't understand
they say it is right for the glory of fatherland
all orders we do obey and then act
for we are the last of the wolf pack

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

It was not as good as the internet
with all that ten four for a copy
and some of the people you talked to
well, they could get right stroppy

There I used to be
with my Midland 80
with my DV27 in the loft
pressing the key and saying
ten four for a copy

Well it was better then smoke signaling
that was a messy business
now I have a computer
and there's no ten four for a copy


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

It's just a New York night in lower manhattan
nineteen twenty nine december time
this place has been dry for over eight years
but for the last two months the bars have opened
and oh boy do they sell some crisp cold beers

There I meet my girl
her with the sparkles in her eyes
that crazy girl
who loves so well
my flimflam flapper

She is a goddess of con tricks
a purveyor of ***** play
yet she is near freedoms reach
she does not care if you call her
by her flapper name
queen *****

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

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

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

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

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

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


By Christos Andreas Kourtis




By NeonSolaris

© 2008 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Look at the bitterness towards us
can you see the hatred in their eyes
they despise us, treat us as like a plague
as we change to the viper stage

Oh yes, we will be more assertive
they will all soon know our might
we will turn on them and hit them hard
soon, so soon to the viper stage

We whisper our vows cloaked
we talk in numbers not feelings
no longer will we be caged
as we enter the final viper stage


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I've got a big red bus in my yard
I won one night playing cards
I always dreamed of having one
to travel in it around the world

I'd take some friends with me
so I would not get so lonely
I'd fit it out smart
make it nice and homely

I'd kit it out in sections
a big bed to have *** in
and by the spiral stairs
somewhere to throw the underwear

Down stairs I'd have a diner
a cooler to store the wine in
I 'd make it the best tour bus
why not come and join us

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Why do I need to know any more
I so do not need the knowledge
keep your ****** distance
to my human divorce

The minuscule is taking me over
it is enveloping me
changing my being
making me carbon free

My footprints are light
my emissions minute
I am minute
in my human divorce

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris