I think about packing my clothes in a guitar case,
drinking enough cans of some energy drink to not **** me ,
                               and catching the first bird outta here.

"Fly me into the open mouth of the horizon
And let it swallow me whole until I become nothing,
                               Maybe then i'll be smiling".

What a **** joke.

Miss Cross she's the boss
she was my instructor
she fed me the bible
and I ate it up

Like a good boy should
like a good boy should

She made me a halo
hung it over my head
and at that moment, I saw heaven
above and beyond

She told me of obedience
I told her of kindness
and she would cane you
if you made her cross

Oh she's the boss
that bully Miss Cross

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

We closed the doors
and did jump out of the window
in club red wine twenty eight

She was wearing sheer black stockings
I was banging the drums for her
we were sweet red wine twenty eight

She bit my lip and made it bleed
as we fell to the ground hurting
I called her a *****, so she slapped me

We came from the same schooling
had graduated with our own
blood fuel, red wine twenty eight

Shatter pavement just by looking
we did laugh as we fought
who would get who
who would be caught

We took it to the streets
no prisoners would we take
for we came from havoc
from, club red wine twenty eight

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

You know those tears you get
When you can't stop laughing
Because you don't want to
And they just rest on your cheeks
Until you finish your laughter
And you wipe them away

You know those tears you get
When you watch a sad movie
And you feel like the characters are real
Even though they're not
And the tears just rest by your lips
Until the movie is over
And you wipe them away

You know those tears you get
When you say goodbye to a friend
And you don't want them to go
But they need to go
And the tears just rest on your chin
Quivering
Until the dust settles
And you wipe them away

You know those tears you get
When you walk down the aisle
And everything is perfect
When love is beautiful
And the tears just collect on your eyes
Until you need to blink
And you wipe them away

You know those tears you get
When you remember yesterday
And you wish it were alive again
But it isn’t
And the tears just fall to the ground
They soak into the Earth
And you can't wipe them away

My mom used to blast
the Any Given Thursday live album
out of a 1996 silver stereo system
that sat crooked in our clear library cases
at the back of the living room
with cracked CD cases stacked
on top of each other like a forty story tower.
She would accompany John Mayer,
making every song a unique duet
as she dusted the shelves and used lemon Pledge
so the cabinets and coffee tables would shine like new.

I used to sit at the top of the stairs
in my pajama bottoms and one of my dad's
old undershirts
watching her dance like a ballerina in a theater
across the floor with a vacuum for a partner.
She was so lame.

I'm fifty two now and my mother doesn't sing any more.
Instead, I just play
"Your Body is a Wonderland"
over and over again when I'm cleaning
around my son's high chair or the seven
peppermint candles I have lit on the counter.
My daughter asks me to turn it off.
"Mom, no one listens to him anymore."
But I know she will one day.

You fell asleep first
On Skype tonight
And I lay listening to your breath.
Somebody asked me
"What are you listening to?"
And I told them
"My favourite song."

I roll my feelings up
and burn them to the ground
I enjoy the sound
of silent crying
I only want the things
that cannot be bought
I enjoy to shout
I've been smoking a lot
and starting to doubt
if i'm breathing you in
or smoking you out.