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On Saturday mornings it always was the same
my Nan would say come Chris we are going down the lane
I would fret want to go to the bathroom but she'd drag me out again
knowing what a powder keg she was and thought her rather insane

It did not matter how big they were she had ***** of steel
if someone crossed her path they would come off ill
I was mortified by her temper, my word but she was strong
I have seen her throw hard men right over my head and they were gone

Now at this not so tender age I am
now I understand who I am
just another dangerous creature
like my sweet old Nan

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Never relent to reach your dreams
never fall at the first fence
be brave and fight on
think everyone not your enemy

Stand fast and never yield
be strong for the time of deliverance
be a child of the stars so vast
with hard work and perseverance

Go by the beat of the drum
know that enlightenment is within you
be as we, stride on freely
for I truly believe that you can really do

(Poem For Larna Kira Kourtis)

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Erica Jong  Oct 2010
Wrinkles
For Naomi Lazard

Sometimes I can't wait until I look like Nadezhda Mandelstam.
-- Naomi Lazard

My friends are tired.
The ones who are married are tired
of being married.
The ones who are single are tired
of being single.

They look at their wrinkles.
The ones who are single attribute their wrinkles
to being single.
The ones who are married attribute their wrinkles
to being married.

They have very few wrinkles.
Even taken together,
they have very few wrinkles.
But I cannot persuade them
to look at their wrinkles
collectively.
& I cannot persuade them that being married
or being single
has nothing to do with wrinkles.

Each one sees a deep & bitter groove,
a San Andreas fault across her forehead.
"It is only a matter of time
before the earthquake."
They trade the names of plastic surgeons
like recipes.

My friends are tired.
The ones who have children are tired
of having children.
The ones who are childless are tired
of being childless.

They love their wrinkles.
If only their were deeper
they could hide.

Sometimes I think
(but do not dare to tell them)
that when the face is left alone to dig its grave,
the soul is grateful
& rolls in.
It's a **** count down on Rockies ranch
Rock's got the list
and Clancy's got the **** counter
listen to Rock sing his favorite song
good old Cockity ****
to see how many heads pop up
time is a ticking
counting all those chickens
so cockity ****
get them heads up
my lovely *****


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Black And White

My heart has always belonged to you
body and soul by command, you make me do
I am the lion in your heart
I fight to see you when we are apart

When I take my uniform off
I think hard about you
and all makes sense to me
when so far over blue seas

For I love and protect
even if they are not we
I am your knight
black and white as you see

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Humbled

In your shadow I am presented
to be never disappointment
you made me holy
made majesty of me

I sing your praise
glory to the love of you
I am humble by your art
forever I will love you

In your honour
I will build temples in my mind
for the heart of to dwell in
and the sweet love of you

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Just Another Girl

You are not just another girl
you have become my world
I worship you from afar
you are my distant star

You are not just another girl
without you I pine and curl
for you are my heart
not just another girl

You make wisdom principles
and by the eyes of Zion
by the glory of your trinity
you are not just another girl

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
I dance like a lizard on hot sand
by the light of the sun I've done this before
it's like that, one minute waltz times four

Reptile be what reptilian is
on rock lazily warming in the sun
as my slow constitution has began

After midday hiding in shadows
with darting tongue, I smell my pray
by their nest I wait till the last of day

Then out they come in the cool of the night
a feast frenzy for all
yet this ***** lizard is so small

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
So long ago was the rebellion
when shield and sword clashed
how mighty those battles
far, far from our homes

All were once the same
till he shot his big mouth off
and a division was made
we knew then this was rebellion

Brother and brother locked in combat
sister and sister fighting to ones defeat
never should this battle of taken place
all because of jealousy of the human race


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Ice cream ninety nine
I know you make my lips taste fine
I need a big one mister
give me your large ice cream, ninety nine

We hear you coming
with lame tunes, Mmm pretty shifty
but we love to see you here
in our slum of a f>>king city

Yet Ice cream man
your sauce is tasty
and the blood you put on
makes kid's like us factory

Come back ice cream man
just one more ninety nine
come on ice cream man
let us bleed you dry again


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka Neonsolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
My hamster has asthma
it's so well not ****** cool
he sits there just looking at me
when I put him in his ball

The wheel I bought him to run inside
does sit in his cage redundant
for he has no want to play
my poor short of breath rodent

I took him to the vets
this coughing spluttering pet
I told of my malady
hoping he'd make him breath better for me

The vet looked at me astounded
and very confounded
as this condition he had never seen
a hamster with asthma looking cute and serene

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
He slumped onto the barbedwire
thinking of the end in no man's land
his uniform grey with ash
his army colours now blind to all

From out of a trench he had dashed
but dying no hero by the call of a whistle
just a name in a thankless world war
that in a thousand more years
will have tragically so many tears

No Poppy will grow here
whilst the bombs and gunfire go on
this land will not settle
with killing machines of metal

So he is dying with his blood and pride
yet not in a land for butterflies
he looks at his loves stained photograph
in his last breath gasps, Poppy my Poppy

By Christis Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
The Kid Is Lonely

This kid is lonely
he cries in dark corners
his mind full of doubts
about who he is and who you are about

The kid is lonely
he is not afraid
for he knows he's ever lasting
and has always cheated death

Yet he is a lonely kid
one with big brown eyes
just wanting love
just wanting love

He spins the bottle
hoping it points to you
he wants love
for he is lonely

He wants to play
in closets he will stay
he wants to play finger bobs
with you as his toy


By Christos Andreas kourtis aka NeonSolaris


Do You Think It Matters

Do you think it matters
who I know and don't
same old sh*t
in the fame game

I relate to those that run
it is not nice to be loved
they want to know all about you
and that is the thing that kills me

It's easy to **** one like me
for you get on that stage and tremble
do you think it matters
that you are killing me

They tell me not to worry
but how do I take this
are they just being kind
or just *******

I am as insecure as my last work
and I live the pain
for I am nothing
but a **** poor poet


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris


They Want Me Dead

Those of the black arts
want me dead
the circle of hate
want me dead

They hate me as if I was a Jew
they would gas me if the could
but they have no chance
for I am already dead

My ****** veins are hollow
and echo dead man walking
oh let them wish
that they want me dead

Hush my love
you know I love insults
it gives me an excuse
to justify the hurt

Oh they want me dead
I will give them that
as I shove me fist
right down their throats


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Michael Cassio Jul 2015
O’Silky smooth ballsac
Stuck to my leg
Ever-presence defines manhood
As tree defines fruit
And as fruit defines tree.

Ne'er such a sense
Overwhelmed my hot-spot
As this dangling (oval, skin and nerves of)
Oily pouch

I cream.

Yet
A line as destructive
As the San Andreas
Fault- O divine chafe
You reduce me
You erode me

As if we rented *******
Bikes
Inspires by some none too pleasant chafage that I experienced on rental bikes in Berlin and Amsterdam.

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