He devotes all of his time
he even dreams rhymes
he's pushing himself hard
and nothing but death can stop him
He's an obsessive lover of the art
a creature of light and dark
he prays daily for the strength
and he will go to any length
He's lost a few friends on the way
but that's their loss he does say
not one day does he not write
for him it's a religious fight
If you stand in his path
and dare to not let him pass
with all guns loaded
he will open a can of whoop ***
So don't think for one moment
not for you, them or anyone
that this creature of poetry
can ever be stopped
For his poetry is not just religion
but to this creature it is a crusade
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 10:44 AM UTC
He devotes all of his time
he even dreams rhymes
he's pushing himself hard
and nothing but death can stop him
He's an obsessive lover of the art
a creature of light and dark
he prays daily for the strength
and he will go to any length
He's lost a few friends on the way
but that's their loss he does say
not one day does he not write
for him it's a religious fight
If you stand in his path
and dare to not let him pass
with all guns loaded
he will open a can of whoop ***
So don't think for one moment
not for you, them or anyone
that this creature of poetry
can ever be stopped
For his poetry is not just religion
but to this creature it is a crusade
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
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