She dances in circles,
Moving through the beat
In the hazy spanish heat.
Skirts fly, hungry eyes
Following her firm brown thighs
Pumping arms, and thumping feet
in the hazy spanish heat.

She dances with abandon
Lost and found, dizzy and wet
With a stranger she just met.
Hands clasped, waist grasped
Churning dust amidst a fevered lust,
Move the dance to tangled sheets,
In the hazy spanish heat.

I had this girlfriend many years ago
her name was Wendy Edge
she was my first love
I gave her my heart and pledge

Well she took me to meet her family
her father was a pest exterminator
and his young son took up the banner
by being all the poor frogs terminator

As we sat and talked in the garden
by the pond of frogs
Wendy's little brother came up
and ******* with a hammer in his hands

He grab them out one by one
hammered them to death and throw them back in
my god I told them, I was in dismay
they said to me, leave him alone and let him play

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

You wish the world looked the same
As it did through those glasses

You try to make wishes off of
mascara clumped eye lashes

But then we wake up to find that our dreams are not real
what is home? what is home?

Because home is not where my heart is with yours

Because my heart is with the stars in the sky
but i'm not afraid of heights
i'm just afraid of falling
falling
falling
falling for you

There is but one truth on which you can depend
Through all my hard life it has never proven untrue
No matter who else you may call a friend
The only person ever worth trusting is you

Yourself is the only one who will see you through
Every situation, no matter how dire
You will find your friends waving adieu
They will leave you to fall when you're walking the wire.

But, "my friend would never", you say, but you lie!
Remember my words when they say their goodbye.

I believe some poetry is best unseen, unheard, and unloved.
Not to say it isn't beautiful, but that it is so beautiful it must remain secret
For fear of tarnishing it.

I have so many poems about a girl with brown eyes,
Who told me she did not know how to love anymore.
But after getting in a relationship with a guy just a day after our break-up
Seems to be loving fine.

Perhaps its better I did not share those poems.

I have come to the conclusion that I am just hard to love.
Mostly because I need to write all my feelings,
Turn sadness into metaphor and anger to simile,
Just to be sure these emotions won't tear me apart.

When she told me she didn't know what love meant,
I wrote her a poem about the ways I wanted to get to know her.
She didn't understand it.
That my poetry was my love,
That if she couldn't see that I wouldn't know what love was either.

Its been over a month since she left me for someone with stronger hands,
But I still have managed to reign in my poetry.  
I do not write about the ways I wanted to know her,
Nor do I let mention of her smile slide into my metaphor.

If I do, it is never seen or heard.
I lock it in the remains of this black heart,
Burn it in the flames of my pride.
I will not let heart break run me.
My love is a beautiful secret.
I will not be tarnished by a broken girl who does not know how to love.

the sing -along songstress came out of the mist
some forgotten dreams of long ago and faraway childhood
began hammering on the door of perception
then she stood dripping poems all over the floor that sing-along songstress of the mist as I rallied my senses to understand her want
mopping the floor and kissing her feet dry of all poetry she sat down in my favourite chair and demanded pen and paper and now forty two years later I hover around waiting on her wishes that sing-along songstress of the mist.

my words have become a
chanting
ceaseless call to my only mate
lost in the underbrush
engulfed by earnest one-track longing
bethere be there beth ere be there
be there
where has my voice gone?
powerless, it seems
to reach your ear without water
or wind between us

yet still I feel our shining bond
tether sweet
intoxicating scent in the crystal air
holding all I know
I want to know
so yes, precious one
last of our leaf and line
love me into this life
let me
I sing out
touch you
such joy