My poor brother is not doing to well
...and he is ******* as a martyr

He fears the inevitable end and the loose ends of his life...
yet I have vowed, I will sew all the threads for him

I stopped on a mark
as my brother is out of the ballpark
no cheering for my most endearing
I will be shattered when we part

My poor Peter
my kin and loved
if you die
let me send you above

My brother, you will never know
Peter you will not know
God, how I love you so
and I stop.... STOP, no flicker of finger

I stop my writes for you
and be commanded to do
my brother Peter
whatever you wanted me to

Just don't ******* out of the water
don't tell me I would not care
for where you are treading
I have been there EMC2


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Space time that is assign
Emc2 of Einstein
Checkered reality of its blocks
Bridges of people like rocks
Payments like a  cross
Kings and queens that move forward and backwards and across
Pawns that creates the foundation
Building blocks like a paradox
Pebbles and stones of its fabrication
Thoughts squared into manifestation
Black and white like chess pieces of the grand master pieces
Action and thoughts at its course
Things like ran like kaleidoscopes
Transcended with the eyes to see
Reality of the truth that i believe?