Things haven’t got better
Those clowns turned into a ghost and beside me seems they were forever
I’ve started smoking, taking marijuana and *******
Might help me get out from those faces that really haunt my brain

I’ve drunk a lot of wine for them to my head be lost
Relieve me for a while but really I’m getting worst
Lately I've realized that I did have this cursed
My head can’t take it anymore seems going to burst

This is not what I crave
But to the stars might be already been engraved
A fate that no one could ever delete
I am so very wrong thinking that I belonged to the elite

They’re coming in numbers pushing me to the edge
I ended up looking for a gun… a rope… a blade…


written: July 31, 2014 @ 7:00 pm PH Time

Mysterious Aries

A whiff of Frost on the greenish grass
As I step out into a cold October morning
The leafs have long been fallen
The air so pure and cold
It hurts my lungs as I walk along houses
Of strangers that I've never seen
The solitude gives me certainty
I let my mind wander
How I love the cold times of the year

Men refuse to reveal their fears , death blows about soldiers grown accustomed to its wretched aroma ! Attachment fosters weakness which shines like a bright light late into the night , revealing location , drawing fire ! Exhaustion , constant battle with uncertainty from ****** , mortar or artillery ! Twenty three hours of nothing followed by an hour of Armageddon ! Choppers retrieving our dead , dropping off much needed ammunition , food and water ! Slowly going out of sight , leaving the platoon left to their own devices , the night filled with cries from the other side , men are dying in the dark tonight  , calling for their Father or Mother ..Day five on perimeter protecting a hilltop , surrounded on four sides by thick forest ! Building pill boxes , fox holes , fortifications , fields of fire and Claymore mines , checkpoints and landing zones ..Fighter jets shoot by at tree top level scattering dust and debris behind , temporarily blinding sentries on watch , bringing soldiers at rest to their knees !.A hundred and twenty days plus a wake up ! I'll never get through it , regardless if I come out dead or alive !

Strange! Never noticed it before
distance from bed to door
in footsteps one per word
paced from sole to soul
"It is over for good."
Each a precise dagger throw
expertly tossed in the dark
piercing deep hitting the mark.

If I place it under my chin it might ruin the beautiful stippled ceiling Father paid so much to have put in , against my temple could quite possibly destroy the gorgeous wallpaper here in the den . Putting it in my mouth would almost guarantee maximum spread in just about any room in this haunted house ..These walls are as confused as I , beautiful artwork and photographs mingled with dark secrets within . Joy and abject terror blended together like off white walls and walnut stained wood baseboard and trim ..Two one of a kind lamps , family Bible , pure white doilies crocheted by Mother on every table ..Pine flooring and wormy Chestnut kitchen cabinets will prevent the inevitable this morning !

He seemed like a nice guy
misunderstood,
sad story.
Six figure career
He just wants someone to love...
Ex-wife's a *****-
at least that what he says
    and you want to believe him...
What he won't tell you is
that ex made it possible
for his advanced degrees.
How she put her goals aside
to further his...
How he befriended her sons
now denying his responsibility...
Nor the time he smashed
her glasses into her face
while she was comforting their
two month old son...
The years he inflicted abuse,
verbal - because she swore
the next time he raised his fist,
would be his last....
       and he believed her.
Moving her away from her family
chasing away her friends
He blames her for the alienation of their son-
Yet he won't tell you why, at 18 that son still
wants nothing to do with him....
He's such a nice guy
misunderstood
You're sure
he will treat
you better...
beware!

Our friendship was rusted
Over this long time dusted
Without connection
Or much affection

The past times were rough
We've been through a lot of stuff
Did not know what it still was
We both needed a pause

But remember one thing
No matter what happens you can always ring
I will open the door
Will be your saving shore

My dear friend
I would never pretend
Everything I say
I truly meant it that way

Crazy as a box of frogs they say
working hard night and day
drinking fast talking fast
idiosyncrasies his way

Where intellect meets madness
you will see there he resides
with his technology abound
that never leaves his side

He's a poet musician and killer
all wrapped up in one
crazy as a box of frogs
is that son of a gun



By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Oh! What a place to be at
Witnessing a helpless victim of these rats
The girl is fighting back, to retained her pureness
Shouting, asking for mercy, but it’s all useless

If only a woman like me, could lend a hand in order for her to escape
To get away with the nightmare she’s at right now, this gang ****
Too late now, those rats found the hole
Eating every pleasure from her pity soul

After the relishment that the poor body gave
As fast as the symbol of death, the master rat hand wave
Two gunshots, two bullets buried into her head
Oh my! The poor girl now is totally dead

They are now dragging her body not so far
I hope she won’t turned like me, that she’ll find her way up in the star
Into the ground they started digging a cave
Now, they are placing her remains,  near to my very grave


10/24/2015

Mysterious Aries

The maniac , manic depressive walking city streets , world inverted , diving head first into the blue separation where night verses day , darkness at war with the light of the world . Gray day inversions , deprivations , tainted perception , misconception and miscalculations .. Bright eyes remit their focus ! The child loses his way . Incapacitated . Confused . Yet intent , focused on the garden of good and bad , temptation , righteousness ! Sexuality . Lasciviousness . Piety surrounded by Lucifers minions ! Crocodiles await the migration of wildebeest , rainbow trout tread turbid water for their afternoon meal , mourning dove to field of millet ! Bewildered sweet spirit reduced to crying in supplication , misunderstood , longing for the path by the light ! Traversing mean streets like the rat , the security of a structure to one side , on a high state of alert ! Pawn of the citizenry , cardboard empire and the bottom feeders . Catfish pawning for dung , corruption amidst the sea of inequity . Images flying point blank , a thousand miles an hour ! Shoot him dead ! Continue killing him long after his last breath . Send him back to the blue , where Angels await !