We all know life is for living
yet we all do die in the end

So I lay here thinking of this
some of the best ways to die

Well the first that comes to mind
is that of giving my life
so that others can live
sacrifice for the betterment of man

The second is that all of a sudden
whist having *** I get a heart attack
but for the adrenalin in my other
with all my other donor organs to give

The third is rather absurd
to die whist I struggle with snobbish clods
that write as they release from ****** wet turds
oh such sacrifice against insurmountable odds

The forth that I would to be a tempest
as a true ruler of the great wild seas
and when the green fields after the sand
does die on the rocks of a tender land

The fifth would be for me
making people laugh
a juster in the court of fools
seeing the king plotting my death by poison

The sixth would be most honoured
to sit there bathing in the sun
swaying in late summer warm winds
with the sweet swishing voice of the scythe

By Christos Andreas Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

The clocks tick down from hours to seconds
leaving me at the end of a lonely road
where you and I stand at different ends
of the paths we used to tread on together.

Always out of time, aren't I?

Running.
Breathless.

I don't even have the time to put on my
**** shoes.

I am rushing down the corridors,
I don't have the key to the car,
I'm still trying to put on my shirt
and I am trying to do it all at once.

Rushing.
Out of breath.
Tears now falling.

Too late, always, aren't I?

Like a thunderstrike straight to the chest,
I get news--
far too late for the girl far too late--
you are somewhere on a bridge
waiting to take a leap of faith.

Lost in seconds pouring away
like rain on the sill.

Lungs ablaze.

Six blocks down to the river.
Distances counting themselves
from inches to naught.

A splash in the river.

Always too late.
Always too late.

Lost you.
**Too.

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

I remember when we on that sunny afternoon
grabbed a Hanson to the Lyons tearooms
we were rather jolly and full of mischief
when in there you dropped your silk gloves
I bent down to pick them up, slowly you did lift your skirt
your legs did part, with a naughty devilish smile pert

We drank Earl Grey by the *** full
strawberry cream cakes with filling cool
laughing how extraordinary it was to find each other
both spirits of freedoms never forgotten
you pushed a cream cake in my face
and I got the cream down your blouse of lace

Then we started kissing and wanting more
that's when the staff showed us the door
and as we ran down the muddy cobbled road
you grabbed my arm and said let's stop I'm cold
pulling me in with eyes of wanton lust
you had your way with me at last


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

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