The GOP
The party of sedition

Destiny
Me alone and wishin'

Late last spring
My sons and I gone fishin'

Joan of Arc
Who can say, her mission?

I don't think Melville was
A heart-broken patriot
I think he saw the truth

There was a bleachers cleering
Race riot brawl
In the gymnasium of my youth

Quiet is a curious thing
I remember the monastery

My first real panic attack
Very, very scary

One is the loneliest number
Tonight, this night, I know

Seattle distant now
Like the cedar snow

         Ay yay yo!

Broken I was in the desert sands
could have died in these Fairlands
they saw me and Tazmarlo
I tried to revive him but I had no medical kit

They pulled me from my fighter
I could still feel her pain
my co-pilot had died
right before my eyes

She was screaming
and I hear her voice now
still screaming find me
she knows I know-how

Never to be broken
that I have been told
for the lies of others
is just excess or pros

When I get upset
when things impossible come
where the darkness of hell
I did once reside does dwell


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Clouds have disappeared
And the birds have flown away
What's left is the sun
That dries the rivers and ponds
And leaves me to thirst
And leaves me with no shelter
So it is inside
The realm of creation
And so I harvest my tears

I feel always near the end
Next to an Abyss

I have so few friends
And in times such as this

Fatherhood is my greatest joy
The fear, the fear it gnaws

Tidal pools in Monterrey
The ocean, but not the Jaws

                  Protection!

I keep failing
As a friend
I keep failing
As a friend
Like a crushed butterfly
Hysterical and useless
Like spilled perfume
Hysterical and useless
Like a wrecked car
Hysterical and useless
Like chattering teeth
Hysterical and useless
Like acid rain
Hysterical and useless
I keep failing
As a friend
I keep failing
As a friend