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


By Christos Andreas Kourtis
By NeonSolaris

© 2008 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

She sleeps upside down

her crucifix nailed to her black wall

it's her resting place

as she binds her feet

she then propels herself

backflips upside onto her cross

there she spits blood before she sleeps

with many souls to treasure and keep


She is one of the loyal to the word

her ranks are many with interchangeable faces

leader of the lords of reason and might

a glory to behold in battle

she shares my rank

has one less black ribbon then me

her wings she repels to the floor

as she hangs from her cross


The rush of dying again and again she dreams

knowing tonight she battles to die once again

if she gets to the nexus the last black ribbon she will gain

death will come before the sun screams morning

she is good at dying

nearly as good as me

in three nights she will rise

and I will hand her, her final black ribbon




By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

It was late the train to oblivion
it screamed into the station of the dead
stopped on a penny farthing
then let off steam in anger

It was the time to say goodbye
time to let sleeping dogs lie
it was time to now deploy
that perfect moment of pure joy

The platform was packed with the hopeful
and in between those cringed the lost
so many relying of springs hope
yet winter did dwell forever here

Embarking and disembarking
braking the chains of servitude
the cost was the written word  
that was strewn all over the tracks

Come my dears to heaven said the driver
yet all the tickets were to hell
and the smoke emanating from the engines
was only sulphur you could smell


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

He sits there daily on his wooden crate
close to a pitch tin box and paper stand
he holds out his burger container
with food scraps and pennies inside

Some may look at him as a filthy beggar
yet, as you get close to him you see he's blind
one eye is glazed over, the other three quarters closed
he's a reject of this city with a persona of serenity

When ever I pass him I will always give him my change
then look back with an ache in my heart for his malady
he lifts the burger box to his face to peer inside
then his fingers identify it's numerical contents

I see him not a beggar, but an unfortunate
as he has nowhere else to go, yes a vagrant
his home is cardboard boxes and newspapers
his home is outside the Embankment tube station


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2010 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Standing on the promenade searching for a peek
watching the waves breaking on the pebbled beach
some boys did see her for sure, the other day
flipping her tail cocky, looking so happy and gay

That mermaid, sure we will run her to ground
so the press can be more then blasted confound
and when we hook her up for all to see
they will see how easy it is to **** a sweet sea creature it be

Oh wicked is this show time for a renegade mermaid
so what if they blab with saline pleas
chop them up and send them back
to our poor mothers crying in the deep blue sea

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I hold your shadow wanting release
for you are my midnight mistress
such complexity of vows
you are my majesty of grace

This night as you look down on me
with your silken veil across your face
have pity on my loneliness
I am desolated without your embrace

You will never fade from my eyes
for you shine on me from far away
my love for you will span the end of time
sweet Andromeda come to my arms

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

On the streets with no money in pocket
cold November rain spits in your face
it starts to get your back up
it's time to play

Play for today, play for tomorrow
make a scenario with warm heart
liken to April in lambing promise
sweet joy of new birth, time to play

Let's go back a few months
like erm, my January birth
in sweet darkness did I come
straight from heaven to earth

Uniformed conformity
foolish child of October pity me not
banish ill thoughts to one like me
for I am not your July Judas

I will befriend February freedom
and March on to glory of spring
let the winds of May's kind winds
take the heat out of Augusts fire

Let love in June say her name
and get September to say
come my sweet love
for it is time to play

For December calls
the night does come
call all to childhood
and let's play

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

She sits with him in beautiful glory
that woman of sweet justice
oh wonder why he sits with her
giving her the time of the wolf

Black lace adored her frame
that was the last image he did see
hunters had made trade on him
and he was dying

She saved him from the hunters
many winters ago
and since then he walks with her
with love in his eyes for her

No greater a love is kindness
so till the end of his life
he will be her sentinel
her devoted protector

At night he sits outside her wood cabin
guarding her with passion
his love is only for her
and his devotion his vow

  
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By The Falls.

Every time I am here, I think of you
I remember the laughter and rain
your voice that sung to me
with honour and purity

You made yourself queen of this place
this magical land, that you filled with grace
your voice is my substance, my law
you are all I love and adore

My maiden of cool waters
one of Poseidon's daughters
I will always worship you
with tears and rose petals


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris




My Sweet Justice

When I first saw you
I knew I wanted you
you was my desire from within
and I so needed you

I wanted to put my point across
did not mind you being boss
I just wanted you
at any cost

Oh foolish man I was
my wife was the cost
and now you have left me
yet again I have lost


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka Neonsolaris



When Willows Wept

Do you remember that sweet summers day
when willows did weep and the smell of hay
we laid silent in the shadow of it's leaves
I believed in you and you, you believed in me

It was more contentment then life itself
this precious moment in time
I stroked your face cool as marble
and you did then stroke mine

This flutter of heart
my sweet love for you
what ever's your bidding
I by my love would do

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

My second name is rebellion
so I don't work for you any more
she who must be obeyed

I have fashioned master weaponry
taken from many time lines
she who must be obeyed

So now my nemesis
I do show my true colours
my black hearted, she who must be obeyed

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I stick to a fine line
a line of beauty benign
I watch and observe
see whom will reach the stars

Night and day
all they way
with what's left I have got
I promise, you will get the lot

I regenerate nearly everyday
just to get on with my ways
such a fighter till the end
some writes to the end of time, I send

I love my esoteric friends
those in the dying hours
those that call to the night
with all their sweet might

Oh poets of the dark and like
may it be your delight
to write and write
my esoteric friends of the night

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

We are interlopers with one goal
to get back to the Hush Hush gardens
there we will lay in lush green grass
letting the days do we go past

Rolling and swaying all in loving care
as we do discard our underwear
two in a throwing our inhibitions away
for five nights and five days

In the Hush Hush garden we keep many secrets
of deeds buried in the cool sodden soil
our good deeds are many
and yet we do still toil

Lightening is cascading on dark skies
in this ancient garden of the low and highs
for this is the place we buried our dead
where we stay calm as others do loose their heads

Both in unity
both sick in the head
so close in soul
that we are the communion of the dead


By Christos Andreas Kourtis akk NeonSolaris

He sat out on his porch from morn to night
he needed no introduction
for he was rather forward
that incorrigible mr melon

He'd wave at you shouting loud ... Oh HELLO
there was no place to hide .. no place to go
he did wear them braces to keep your pants up
and ties most ridiculously and gregariously floral

Yet his smile was intoxicating
there was something about him
and when you came up to talk to him
he'd always crack a tin

His smile was infectious
his words most bewildering
never known to be a chap sullen
was that incorrigible Mr Melon

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris


I should be shot for that write lol

They tried those amphibians
got their rocket ships ready
croaking if only ... gulp
we could reach heaven

The king of the frogs
lifted himself of his slimy throne
gulped and with gaggles
with spittle and slime
said to the stars so you shine
and in that moment so did time

Croaking with fury
he is called to account
all the fears of yesteryear
if only to reach heaven.

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Let me strip myself of armor
let me just show you a man
I come open armed
my servants behind me

Is it time to play
would you like to start
bring it on my sister
for I do die for my art

Know sister light, the loyal walk with me
I claim nothing for me
just justice for those fallen
they once had court with you

I plead as I dip my wings
forgive their foolish ways
I give my banner to sweet Earth
for the Angel I could be

I tear off my wings
please god don't forgive me
I need no love
as the loyal walk with me


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

You keep me from the rocky shoreline
save me from the jagged rocks
your guiding light keeps me from danger
within your circular love and illumination
I sail into the night making new relations
my treasure of kindness, lighthouse you

You point me to my next destination
you of light are my sweet liberation
the wind is behind me my love
as you point me into the darkness
I trust you with all my heart
knowing you care and lead me

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I am the seven headed hunter
the rule of legend called Five
flying back to protect my own
to keep freedom always alive

Play with me if you want
I will be a submissive *****
I am wired and fight veto till I die
for I his army of light have drive

My sweet onyx temples
do they start to pray
for they know I suffer
and never yield and never die

I am the poison that makes IVY sweet
I am the the Lord of war
and I do destroy all in my path
for I truly have drive

Sing for me my sweet Angels
for your lord has returned
and all the strife in my life
I truly have earned, for I have drive

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Did your heart beat faster
whilst mine did slow
was your soul bathed
in a midnight moonlit glow
you hastened to open
but hear me, it is closed
redundant desires
shattered dreams
your gift was all!
was it all what it seemed
betrayal denial are synonymous
to your unkind selfish temples
I would rather break my sword in half
then protect your city gates again
I see on the horizon
dark clouds amass
and while I face the wind to meet it's fury
you and your kin huddle in quite corners
patting yourselves on the back
in embryonic adulation
this babbling banality
claims of a better cult
a new distorted religion
another twisted dank avenue
that beckons you to hells chapels
there I am sure you fit in
as loyalty is from within.


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Who is that under the table
scribing away
like a ****** ******
nearly every night and day

Is that a black mouse
oh no it's ****** Neon
go back to the stars
you far beyond creature

Someone drag him from out of there
he used to do this when his computer was in the kitchen
he always is the same
never leaves his computer

Year in year out
new computers
his new one's name is Christine
and boy does he love her

Is that a mouse
no it's nibbling Neon
under table with Christine
who he love's to tap on

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

Oh foul is the smoke
of  these chemical sticks of death
how burning to the eyes
so very bad for the breath

The thick black tar
coating incapacitating
those pink lungs
so pure when young

Now I watch you lay there Mother
fighting hard for breath
and tears fill my eyes
as I wait for your death

Their is nothing I can do
as you cough and sputter
all I knew then, was
I was losing my Mother

Big profits with high tax
life cut short with your axe
you widow makers
and mother takers


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

The titans left their weapons
where they did fall in battle
each breath I do get closer
closer to the sauce
the lip smacking kind

There is a turtle in the heavens
with all your sins on it's back
it lumbers into tomorrow
and vows never to come back

You live in shark infested waters
with lampreys clinging to your flesh
******* and biting as you swim along
with mites taking oxygen from your gills

In the ring of fire
where death comes so easily
just a quake, then a shake
and then it's all over


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

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

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

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

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


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Marriage is a very strange creature
if you are sleeping with the enemy
laying with someone you despise
knowing their deceit and all their lies

Never been there and never will
I will never swallow that bitter pill
never to loath sleeping with your enemy
that if you could get away with it, you'd ****

I do not say that I am not in a prison
but mine was not a self inflicted one
and I see no reason to suffer
still sleeping with your enemy


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

A group of tourists are on the savanna
three jeeps full of families with cameras
they stop to take some pictures of lions
a few minutes later one fool dares to get out

He wants to take a closer look
wants to get that wow snap
but unbeknown to him
a lioness sneaks up from behind

Suddenly mayhem erupts
the lioness jumps on the photographer's back
claws around is shoulders
then biting if like gentle at his neck

Children are screaming in the jeeps
the adults are shouting in despair
as two other lions rush to bring him down
then they all do start to rip and tear

All in the jeeps watch helplessly
as this poor foolish man is devoured
eaten alive
eaten alive


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Sunlight burst through my window
yet it don't make me happy, not me
I'm making the most of nothing
I'm just living in a world of dreams

Up and down like a ****** yo-yo
happy sad happy sad
I'm making the most of nothing
as nothing is part of this lad

Walking to the bank
I was a grey zombie
I'm making the most of nothing
a hollow heart a broken me

Paid my bills
broke my heart
I'm making the most of nothing
as nothing is what I'll be


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

We have something very magical me and her
something that bonds us like no others
by night we sleep in a wonderful embrace
we never move apart she is so near to me
that I can hear her beating heart

So close we have been
even from the very beginning
two peas in a pod
two lovers with the same mind
and by night she is all mine

My loves laughter is infectious
joy all all that she brings to me
I truly love her like no other
to me she is my soul mate
an artist a sister and lover

By night her eyes smile
she is that crafted type
and when we are apart
a little part of me stays with her
and by night does sing to her


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Minty sat on the steep incline breathless
he had all but stopped his bleating
thinking of his legs and mint sauce

His fleece was all tattered and matted
married with the blood of yearlings
thinking how lucky he was, to still have his legs

Suddenly he stood on his thankful four legs
and there he spied such hideous carnage
lambs everywhere with hind legs amiss

Oh the pleasant field that he had frolicked
had been turned into a land of legless *******
did bleat hard, Minty the lamb

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

How sweet the meadows that you dwell in
how full of love does my heart flutter
I will be honourable and true to you
and never want love of none other

You are paradise for a human being
and I know truly you are not from earth
you have the grace of Angels, I know you
I know heaven was the place of your birth

Tenderness is always in your eyes
you have the art pure of compassion
I saw your face in the morning sun
and with your smile of glory I cried

I wish I had forgiveness in me
and not be a vengeful vigilante
you know the way I go
but how sweet your meadow

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

The northern lights flicker bright
across the igloos where all is quite
the fires do burn in magical glows
but only women and children
are now left at home
for the seal hunters that learned,
are now on the frozen ice packs
ready for their mammalian attack

With just flaming touches in hands  
and harpoons at their command
they peer into the darkness
hoping for the call of the seals
and a reaction of eyes
in this unforgiving cold
this unkind world
of the polar abyss


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

You Of Troy Lives Forever

The last tide deep
I came to rescue my queen
for the fever of my king
did bid me as his warlord

Your eyes I could dive into
your voice when you say my name
I know you of beauty and intellect
for you of Troy lives in my heart forever

I am hurting because of circumstance
and my therapists you know my ways
don't judge this broken Greek
for in Sparta he was a solider
and the ***** meowing will do fine

He has no idea that the war is over
and in the distance of soft words
he knows a Helen when he see's one
for he is that star, her one true
he that claims to be a star

Know my name
know you met Gods only
her sword of fury
her poet Mozart, poet to the art

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

What are you hiding in that casket
what malice of Angels do you deem
I know you want to surprise them
is it really worth your while

Don't show them what is inside
you know like I do they would die
I ask you now
they must not see what is inside

Do I have to use my all
all the glory and might
no brothers and sisters
I ask you to stand down

Did you think I came here without a plan
how I could not change every woman and man
I as her envoy
does know what is in the casket

Keep away from my judgement
for we care for matter
some are wicked, some subordinate
yet they know not, what is in the casket

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Snow flakes fell on the puppies head
as he shivered in the cold wind and snow
but I was a ****** to a situation
and he is not mine I sadly know

Yet to see him all forlorn
to see him tremble
whipped by bitter winds
made me weep, so I set fire to him

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

she fashions planes
and from the heights
she lets them go

Each one of them, she has written wishes on
each one she releases is another dream
she sings in whispers
not knowing where they will land

Her make up is all a running
she is burning up with grief
each fold of paper
is hope and release

Her fearless tears
her reddening eyes
all her hopes are here
in paper planes falling from the skies


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

With his tricorn hat
and his sea dog rats
he heads back to the high seas
Shouting, come on me laddies
picks up yer gears
we're going on a pillaging spree

Leaving Dover without a sound
they are to the Americas bound
Weeks did pass into months
with captain in cabin with the ****
then one day, shouts from crows nest
did say, Land ahoy.

Captain was on deck before you knew it
barking his orders so brave
his dogs barked and run around
his crew were nothing but slaves
gun ports open, loaded and ready to fire
no one could know, what would transpire

Then from the bay coming their way
was a sight so frightening to be seen
a massive metal beast all a gleam
through his eyeglass could see it's deck
and what a sight to see
Open mouthed he sighed, Metal birds there be.


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

As the bite of early frost
makes the fall of foliage
birdsong starts later
plants retreat into ground

Those early mornings
when foxes are barking
carpets of gold and reds
have matronly with cool mists

You will see me there
ankle deep in it's beauty
brushing winters cheek
loving her forever more

The moon is full
and at midnight
she calls me
to the woodland


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris


© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

The ring is on the dresser
on top of a crumpled letter
from the bathroom the trickle of water
then the startled screams of her daughter

I walk to the bathroom and meow
oh look on the floor a blooded towel
what is this complicated fuss about
I need a crap and need to be let out

Hey, you nearly trod on my tail
running out like that you mad cow
now she is screaming down the hallway phone
what's that's she saying, someone's dead

So through the water on the tiled floor
trying my best to not wet my paws
I leap onto the edge of the bath and what do I see
I can never tell you, for I just go meow to please

Dark ***** cats tell no tales, just go meow

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

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

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

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

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

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


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

It's my birthday
so I am gonna ride the night
I'm going outside
dancing in the moonlight
naked warrior style

I promise magic I will make
I will not leave without a song
don't try to stop the party
for midnight has been called
and I will dance ***** with her

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

Note..   It was my birthday so there lol

I will not take on the 2012 philosophy
I will not run with bovine stupor
if for one minute of my life
would I light a candle and believe

Better faith of true and light
Illuminati please give me a break
an arm or leg maybe even my neck
would so put me out of my misery

Some live in the ministries of the soul
others bleat on mountain tops
waiting for their saviour
to guide them bleating back to their barns

Don't buy into the lies?
yet if you do go with distraction?
it is warm in the barn
and there is fresh hay.

So Enlightenment or Hay

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

She lays the table for six
rushing herself off her dainty feet
all the tableware set in place
table mats made out of lace

The candles have now been lit
to the call of the falling night
from the kitchen she brings
all the treaties of lies

No food is on the menu
no friends will be seated
her name is freedom of speech
and the poor cow is on her own

She flowed against the tide
she told of ******* and lies
now she sits on her ***
and eats peals of broken glass

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I find it amazing that people eat
larks tongues and chickens feet
black pudding that is dried blood
even goats hooves that have been dancing in mud

Some stuff down there gullets
pigeon pie and Chinese boiled puppy
washed down with snakes blood
from mister grubby's

These foods are surely gruesome goo
roasted crickets and honey ants pooh
never will I eat these foods, never will I be caught
all I know is that, this is food for thought.

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

The night when the purple people landed
I recollect I was brushing my pearly whites
one popped out of nowhere shoved a probe up my ***
a handshake would have truly sufficed

I leaped bolt upright from the basin
and shouted *******, do you mind
she said you just carry on
then slapped my cheeks mumbling how tight and firm

They walked through walls
no one was safe
they made themselves a public nuisance
but none would ask them to ****** off
well who would really
knowing what they might do
I am sure no one liked the purple sods
taking such liberties thinking themselves gods

Then a plan was hatched
to rid these uncelebrated people
for no more would they probe
where no man could go
so we invited them to Mac Donald's
knowing all the purple people would choke and die
they ate some cheese burgers even fillets of fish and fries
and before they got to their ships all did die, and none did fly

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

The city of steel breaks backs with it's burden
stale is the air that circulates this citadel
fleeting of time and space is at a premium
sad faces hollow, all with numbers not names

These cities in clouds of filthy smog
that could even make a rodent retch
hold those within to the untruths of life
given all that dwell here a taste of living Hell

I myself have gone to some of these coastal hell holes
watched them pump disease into browning seas
plastic mixed with detritus, chemicals abundant
then shed tears form the death of the seas it brings

Stay in your backyard sessions of books of lies
strangle hopes puppies where traitors do apply
put all that care for them
encapsulated in a vial of sin

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I kneel only to you my love
for you are all to me as we bind
no more do I tangle with them
dear creatures called humankind

Just me and you my lady
my love, my sweet poetry
see the lights and shadows I cast
all is in your sweet name

I will never revile you
never will I turn my back on you
for I love you with such passion
so I kneel only to you

My sword is your sword
my shield is your shield
never will I ever yield
I kneel only to you

For you my love I would die for
as you called upon me
anything for you would I do
I'll be your warrior or fool

I kneel only to you
and pray only to you
you are my religion
you are my dearest wife

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

The stage is set for the love of you
you so pure of soul, sweet and kind
for eyes as beautiful as yours
were truly never meant for tears

So by your side I will protect you
if you really have faith and believe me
your love is a star I will never deny
as only you do hold the purest key

If you make this commitment to me
I will with honour make mine to you
for blades of grass where crickets sing
unlocks my soul and freedom will bring

Make peace with all, be one with the earth
for I have waited for you from my birth
no sorrow will befall you I promise you never
happiness will always be my bond and endeavour


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

In this sleepless city
dusted with the crimes of greed
this psychopathic city of the dead
this city full of ****
in this city no ones pretty
this city, so so what a pity

This love bitter sweet
this city deaths retreat
this city full of scars
and the tears of many
this hollow dark towered place
bloated with the dreams of the lost

This city is last bastion of hell on earth
dripping it's vivacious lust
abusing all that touch it's walls
it's dark city gate bleeds contention
and the howls of the lost plead
but the gate master just spits


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Her sudden fall into his arms, he anticipated
for he had planned for her all his life
and even though she knew he would have dominion
their ****** bond was made with a Kris knife

The absence of dreams just nightmares
shadows her very core of being
images after images invades her mind
eyes tight shut, yet she is still seeing

His love is her sweet pain
his want, is her gain
through the swings and roundabouts
their love for each other drives them insane

Liken to stars on a collusion course
one big bang to oblivion
let these star crossed lovers collide
free from the earth they are living on

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

When the holy star fell to Earth
one of the greats died forever
he now is here forever dying
forever in suffering

Yet that star has found the key
he hid it for a long time beyond
and he means to escape
from this earth he calls Hell

He wants to go home
leave this world
so here he kneels
and asks to be taken

Others of his kin say..
you of battle
you angel killer
never, no never

My brother and sisters
humbly he bows
to those of excellence
that he means to slaughter by will


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

The tartan that rode high on his hips
made the milk maidens get cream
and the hogs that disagreed
were made into compost
for the farmers seeds

He danced a merry fit
then behind a bush
had a ***, when he'd found out
she was a *****
with a mother of teeth and spite

His dance became an echo
of the suede love he had for her
and her heart did rot
it rotted as a peach would
at the call of winters song

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris