the pain eventfully resides within
and there's no way out
there's no refugee
no escape
you have to live with your own tragedies
your own pain
scraping all the hope you
spent years to gain.

As I came seldom shore
Fairly for me, away the salty mist
Away, away, lays the blue vale
Further from salty touch, the more the pale

The sea does call me, I search and lick my lips
The salty taste draws me to the abyss
Land you have eventfully failed
This icy wind, I will again never inhale

And I come now to sea
Land is pretty, but not as pretty as the sea
Gratefully wonder back to its whispering
melody, sea you are the only remedy

Intellect sores, bountifully, higher then God
Nefariously bottomless, I fall then Hell
Eventfully, ill angels impel my ascend to Heaven
Fiendish demons walk me back
As I depress, I depress beyond saving
As I advance, I advance beyond saving  
The Devil, nor God can believe what I've become
I can't escape this
I am fastened in this blending line
And in between the insidious two, I am willingly blind
Hell and Heaven are consolidating
If the ill angels in Heaven
Are like the demons too
Heaven is the worst of the two

She white in glow with her tail trailing
across the night skies glory so streaming
one of natures life givers of old
with many stories of change told

Her and her kind are visitors
from far beyond this solar system
and the waters of this world
are the wisdom of early us

None are alone here in this void
we all have hearts that beat as one
and all the glory of Gods
is truly the glory of you

So shine as stars do
love and trust in all
for we glow like stardust
until we eventfully do fall.

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

In the solemn silence of a night
insomnia sets and hold a hand
tears flow into a torrential waterfall
memories erode and load eventfully

Bitter drops, the emotional elope
enveloped to the uncollected past
one that pats with no relieve and closure
such a long, lonely and unspent night

The gut perforates and intuition collates
Yet it's time to leave the ship and it's heat
reform to seed, form to proceed
as the emotion tangles and rumbles

"Carry on", the angel said
"Don't give up", she said to me
This voice stuck inside my head
Said it isn't time to flee.

"Just sit back", I heard him say,
The voice in red and black.
"Let it all just burn away,
For soon starts the attack."

From their lips the voices cried
Pleading for their score
Beside my neck at either side
These spirits fought a war.

The light side was enlightening,
Though difficult and long
The darkness short and tempting
Promising to make you strong.

The creatures pulled and picked apart
My body, soul and mind.
But bruised the most became my heart
Fearing all that's left behind.

They raged and danced throughout the night
And when the morning came
My choice still shone there, bold and bright,
Just waiting for my name.

Eventfully I couldn't choose
And ripped that fateful bond,
Afraid of what I had to lose
When gods they did respond.

Because I didn't sign the deed,
To earth they sent me back.
I could never fulfill their need
To pick a given track.

But for every choice not taken
A price there is to pay
Two pieces of me, mistaken
For the contract thrown away.

So now, I still hear voices
Can't decide if red or blue.
As I tore myself through choices
Now my soul  is split in two.

If you think me indecisive
Good or bad, I cannot hide.
Even if you act derisive
That's for you to decide.

why would you argue the non-existence of
a deity, while still argue for
the academic study of an, extension
of a deity with: psychology?
         why is philosophy so sinister?
it's the question worth asking:
        why isn't it?
          these people are artful in making
automatons...
                     the argument for the non-
existence of god rightly follows that
that carstesian mind-body dualism
collapses, hence the trinity of
mind-body-soul arrives / agitates
the "status quo"...
               with god the coordinate centre
statement and with the soul being the
out-branching narrative,
  the questions resides with the people
who ask the correct questions,
i.e.: who the **** are you?!
                   the point being,
i simply abhor kiddy  fiddlers...
  but what i hate even more is cult-fetishists...
**** me, those perverts are mind-blowing...
it's like you almost want to roast
a bull numbing a cow in a slaughterhouse...
    drooling blood and
spell-checking intestines..
that sort of marine hard-on you might hear
when  investigating an iraqi ******* of
the most vile crime-scene: *******...
              *******,
i have about as much ammo to give a
**** about, as you have breaths, or your own,
god-forsaken-life.
            there are some things i' ve
seen in the real world, that i never,
want to, see, ever, again!
               no!
                   to argue the non-existence
of a god, is to subsequently argue for
the non-existent "necessity" or the "logical"
study of the existence of "god",
i.e. a, "soul"...
                             why make the
"non-existence of" tantamount to disciple,
a rigorous study of, a schooling in,
when the soul: an extension of god,
is deemed... non-existent?!
                       i understand discipline,
prior to university we understood discipline,
its only upon entry to university that
we learned smear, *******, and double creme
*******...
                as any young will attest
to i n england: by 16 i should have been
learning a trade,
  by 18 i should have been earning one,
by trade chosen...
    i was clearly ***** whipped...
   by 18 i was still learning,
by 21 i was leveraged as being male:
ergo? i was not supposed to learn anything...
at 21 i was a homeless ***...
     **** me... does it really matter how much
***** you get?
              in a narrative sense of
darwinism: should it ever matter,
mattering, being, besides the point?
likewise: the: don't think so.
  apathy is our strength,
only the collectivised known, perhaps.
heaven is no hell,
  since hell is best known by: gradations;
how grandiose that each in hell:
be given a special allocation,
while in heaven:
multitude in a congregation,
with by the one gradation disparity
of, a: god.
                                
of all places: heaven seems the rather
insidious, boorish,
   eventfully hellish, yet so
unheavenly, a crispness without a,
crunch...
               sullen, barren,
           a perpetuated reward,
with an eternity of:
                       purgatory's propaganda.

Mirrors
between us, projections of time and space
utterances by one device of inevitable iteration
come, go on, over to gone,
been blast off away that far
far into our outer undeniable depths
comparators echoing screams which are silent
not to us, but the machine restlessly waiting
in front of us
separated by its own projections
in front of us
from us.

A white
being unbroken, thus ever unalive and swallowed  
are our unborn corpses cast as the die exhales its final measurement of our fate
drawn in, within the unknown of a shivering engine
a cold, vibrating steel howling the soundless cries
around us
one howling cries
echoes around us.

Wailing, screeching, tearing is this chaos created
appearing from fading vectors fragmented
what each of us might have become
divorced from our unity, embraced by a void
segments segregated, tormented is not
what was us, but what is approaching
past a thin line of timeless horizons shaking
eventfully everything eventually evened out by the everytime of a confusing sublime
torn to the now concentrically presented
and falling,

fell

fallen apart, right into place where we belong in a long-lasting reincarnation
the construct was broken
sheer pressure among all of this life
and the mirror forsaken,
reality puzzled in jigsaws of a tangential life
that is keeping up, up above with us
these sirens heartbreakingly luring,
vengeful heralds when given a listen, preferably twice.

They listen
A heartbeat so restless, reminiscing speechless possibilities
that we never were ceasing to bear
within us
we listen
those shining organic shadows which are lurking obviously beneath us
with each of those soulbound within us
the itching of shocks unwiring them
within us and so
we have spoken
finally freeing the fine shards, refracted
fractal prismatic beauty once meant to be failing
projected from closely within us
out of us.

Yet,  is it us?

Otherwise titled:
Mien wonderful wedded divine wife....,

whose piercing deliverance,
a balm ameliorating tattooed strife
despite being dirt poor,
(especially after ***** deeds done...
generating thunderstruck ac/dc current
hmm... maybe due comeuppance
being scammed to the hilt)
suspicion toward comportment of people rife
with deliberate intent to jackknife
cumulative net worth,
and now yours truly

evinces trust nobody motto
(dialogue we hear coming
from the pursed lips
of X files Special Agent Mulder)
******* me every step of the way
I cherish her pricelessness, how nice,
a beacon complementing/
supplementing homelife,
who will forever be with me
even during our (mine
atheistic couched) afterlife.

She, the mother
of our deux darling daughters, I adore
though ofttimes, she never knows...
expressing love tis quite an arduous chore
concerning me upon this
(we quietly celebrate
bledded wiss encompassing
trials and tribulations we didst explore
courtesy (for instance) my parents
time sharing vacation getaways galore
poem honoring pledged troth
missus doth implore
concerning wedding anniversary
two days hence, whoa...

our shared journey bobbing
at times eventfully, fitfully,
gingerly along knorr
never without unbridled adventure,
how quickly time doth pass, cuz we wed
yes already number xxvii, i.e. twenty seven)
orbitz around the sun, we reminisce...
revisiting how each the rock
of gibraltar for the other more
so much emotional turbulence
witnessed by our progeny,
a tragic indelibly recorded overture

nearly rent asunder by mighty quinotaur,
I accept culpability (yours truly)
strayed against sacred covenant
went wayward intrepid misdeeds
repented of secular married man
known in Biblical realm
carnal sin for sure
without shadow of doubt
triggered emotional uproar
and nearly led to marital war
we now joke about mine
philandering days of yore.

Infidelity nearly perilously upended marriage,
said vaguely worded insensate blunder
wrought catastrophic upheaval
reigned analogous how millenniums ago
Vandals, Huns, Goths,
et cetera did plunder
and ransack the
outer limits of Roman empire
our pledged troth shattered,
whereby the missus outclassed Zeus,
she emitted deafening thunder,
yet annulment nor divorce,
she would not grant
sigh of great relief
and mystery I wonder...

To this upcoming July twenty fifth
when all troubles
of this beatle browed,
foo fighter, nirvana seeking...
seemed so far away
how hands of father time
speedily lept away
an (extra) ordinary day
to be alive and appreciate sticktoitiveness
toward her, whose troth I pledged

courtesy thee (sacrilegious infidel)
mine discreet liaisons spouse forgave
NOT telling me hike along highway
and/or boulevard
of broken dreams, motorway
avoided, cuz she thee missus
WANTED me to stay
in role of legally wedded husband
(and father to deux special grown lasses)
when they (progeny)...
were just newborn babes yesterday.