Sun shines through shadows,
water gives way to the splash,
sharing summers smile.

My passport says I'm 1.89
Metres tall. I carry pallet jacks
Up stairs at work.

I can bench press 130 kg
On a good day, about 30 more
Than I weigh.

I can punch through three layers
Of sheet rock, still I just
Picked up my cat

And held her a good while.
Because I needed
A hug.

Why am I?
Who do I ask?
God, Allah, Buddha, L. Ron Hubbard
I am sure Jesus would have the answer.
But he was crucified.
Isn't a sin.

I better hurry and think of something better to do.
I am no wise guy.
I am old and washed up.
Besides the Nuns at school
Always said
An idle mind is the devil's work-shop.

Do you remember, my love
do you remember my last day
Angels did see you crying
and once again, I died for love

Your own could do nothing for me
for to love you truly, we have to suffer
and for you my majesty
all I do is in your sweet name

May the roses bloom in tears of blood
and the thorns thicken with my plasma
for soon I will be with you beyond the stars
then again I will change time and fates for you

By Christostos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

From liquid glass to boiling foam
moody sea can gentle be
or scream out her commands.
With restless need for exclusivity
she drowns attempts to flee her reprimands.

Savage mistress she.

As Neptune's wife she skuds the coast    
with smiles that tease
the most unwary to beguile.                    
Her fickle heart loves age-old tricks  
well-performed and slick in saline fury-style.    

Savage actress she.

Watch how in fever she unchains
hellish wave-charge
with such terrifying shock.
On one whim tempestuous sea evokes
yet when transforms to calm she is hypnotic.

Savage dancer she.

Sea-fever has a strangle-hold
on men who know
addiction more than gold is this.
A life-long love of sea remains
like mermaid's kiss unyielding yet alluring still.

Savage sweetheart she.

Go in your ship you coastal child
but beware her
siren's call will make you listen.
Should you wish to quit her iron
will can cleave and salty-hold will you imprison.          

Savage jailor she.

I am afraid
I am exited
I am wounded
I am healed
I am new
I am different
I am many things
One of them IS NOT
DEFEATED
Yes I've lost
but I have won
the experience
The bravery of the fear
The fun of the excitement
The lesson of the wounds
The hope of the healing
The discoveries of the new
The greatness of differences
But you can choose to see it this way
Or see the negative...

I cannot make you feel beautiful.
Perhaps if you could for one brief moment,
With one softly drawn breath,
See yourself through me,
And behold the magic you carry within you,
As your friends,
Your family,
And the many strangers who pass you each day do,
Perhaps in that moment,
You would change your perception of yourself for an eternity,
For yours is a beauty that touches everyone,
Except you,
But perhaps through me you could come to know yourself.