Alone at the party watching the crowd
Sober life looking in don't need to drink
To fit in the music is blaring an awesome loud band
Couples dance and having a good time
Sitting in the back admiring the surrounding
Much older clear eyes no more beer goggles
Times have changed never the same forever a memory in the heart
Live and enjoy the good survive the bad everything will play out sooner maybe later but eventually.

It's a beautiful thing:
A heart grown round and heavy with love.
The delicate seams stress and strain;
An attempt to hold it all in.
The pulsing red adjusting
to a surreal feeling of calm.
Just like how pupils dilate
to capture an image in darkness;
you've pried opened my heart
And filled it with blinding light.

O, Lord of the Meeting Rivers!

I am here, eastward
To the rising sun.
Presenting myself,
Bare hands and feet.

Lord, I am weak and frail.
Riverward, my reflection stirs.
A drop stirs the river.

Lord, I am weak and frail.
I have but one question.
O Lord, O.
Why.

My relentless search for
The most beautiful
Is over.

You came to my lap
Leaned this graceful
Head on my upper
Tight,

Covered with
The puffiest blanket
So familiar to us.

And Thou are ~
The eloquent Elegance,
The proof for the Sacred
Geometry, alive, warm
And lovingly cuddly.

I adore Thou blackest
Dots, above your Feline
Fangs, hidden as your
Cat's conundrum; When

Rest, how
Thou charm seeps
In me; like classy  
Lion paws
Streched,

Touching my hand
Lovingly.

I trickle my fingers across
Whitest beard, and savannah
maroone blackness.

Jade consciousness opens up,
And starts to purr, pressing my
Wrist tenderly when me writes.

There are many mistakes made in life

many are hidden in dark woods or black lakes

many secrets you may not want to share

for disclosing them could curse you and make despair


Secrets of the children of the deep

never to be seen by mankind

beetles hiding in bark

coming out only in the dark


Beautiful worlds hidden from your eyes

glories of angel hidden in time

heartbeats of the strong and brave

and all the life's they have saved


Lost words never to be repeated

secret libraries never to be read

secret life's of the undead

secrets you have in your head


Secret hopes

secret dreams

secret life

not is all what it seems



By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

your mouth lights up
words that burn like flames
like the setting sun
that burns the skies

come look at the burning sky
look at my heart, burning
with flames of hatred and hurt
now reduced to pitch black ash