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

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)

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

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)

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)

Oh cast me to the dark
so I have a chance to fight
let my sword on fire
make brave and inspire

My loyalty is only to you
you are the light of my dawning
what do you wish of me
I do promise to serve you

Soon they will know
just what a fool of love I am
my heart aches for you
I even dream with you

You are all to me
you are my dignity
and I truly love you
with all of my loyalty


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

My brothers dog is a naughty boy
he chews on the furniture, and destroys his toys
the chap can even open the bread bin
scoffing all that is contained within

My brother did say, just the other day
with a huff and a puff in somewhat dismay
that he had caught his crafty mutt licking
the board that he chops his food on

He had wondered why it always kept clean
now he knows, all is not always what it seems

Yet my brother loves that puppy
and together they are so very happy
but he is a rowdy little sod
is my brothers naughty dog


By Christos Andreas aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

FLY 2013

Put him back in the deep freeze
who let out FLY 2013
I want their number
so I can dismantle them

I won't let you're black hollow eyes deceive
one of you are accountable
I will work back in numbers
and with a 7 19 scanner find you

We built our armies in the dark
should all our work be for nothing
who activated FLY 2013
this is nothing more then conspiracy

Note that work loads are doubled
it's all out production
remember we are building nothing
there is no FLY 2013


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris


Mr Death

I starve myself of oxygen
getting closer to death
I see his face
and he smiles at me

He is the mirror image of me
just not as hateful
his eyes are bloodshot
mine are as black as Hell

He see's the light
I hold tight in my hands
Death never saw this coming
a lord of love, with holy child in hand

I stand over Mr Death
grab his scrawny neck
pull on his spine
and twist his nasty head

Now Mister Death
who the f**ks dead



By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris


Blood Letting

Every day I tear this body apart
then I I do some blood letting
I let my warm blood
flow over my naked body

I wriggle in my clotting blood
liken to Eve before the flood
I am mother
and I am father

I cut deep into my veins
a psychotic madman
one of the lost
dead to the world, dead with a plan

Blood letting
yet never forgetting
that you are next
for the blood letting


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

When I go on a poetic rant
I call it my **** out sunbathing
and boy do I flash them
whilst I am still breathing

I am trying to help other writers
just to overcome their fears
as I have become fearless
with devotion, so many years

You get to a stage
or maybe an age
that you care not what people are saying
when you have your **** out sunbathing

Yes, I know I am rather brash
smoking **** and flicking ash
drinking till the sun cries morning
a new day of poetry, just dawning

So as a would be sage
twenty first century made
I do hope to empower
writing is a life time, and not just hours

I write for the love of it
help all of this art waiting
for I am a **** for the art
with my **** out sunbathing


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Upon still waters white with slender neck
this beauty glides so gentle in serenity
and as the reeds call to warm winds
she dips her head in acknowledgement

Mayflies skip across this crystal stream
I am in awe of this wondrous day
this is my heaven, my dream
so by it's cool banks I lay

Green leaves are everywhere
willows here weep no more
for this cool and pleasant waters
is where I will rest forever more

Our shatter light from wars holy
will blend with the brotherhood
and I pray to God
for he said we would


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Tic tic tic
I know it sounds sick
all that tapping on keys
my countdown to my sweet suicide

It's no big deal
for nothing I feel
this body, this flesh
good god 20,000 will do

If you live by the art
die by your art
this is my 9,997
before the gates of heaven

I will push myself to death
promise a utter messy death
glory to dark poetry
my countdown to sweet suicide

The fire burns deep within me
I will not retreat from this
no glance back, no romance
just my countdown to sweet suicide


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2012 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Get a big **** of butter
throw it in the pan
get your Asparagus out
cut them fresh, not from a can

Simmer them gently
use a little pepper
the more seasoning
makes it taste much better

Then put it on a plate
just for you and me
and see's who's first
to run to the bathroom for a ***

I watch from across the table
is that a tear in your eye
or is it a Asparagus stick
between your thighs

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

My ***** is at it again
drinking water from the toilet bowl
though I give him water every day
he has a preference for toilet water

Oh yes my ***** has been mischief
head butting doors to get in to see me
I say no ***** no
can't you see I am trying to write

But gosh ***** just rubs against my legs
and I feel warm inside and rub his head
I forgive him because I love him, you see
for he is my feline friend and naughty *****


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

My ***** is at it again
drinking water from the toilet bowl
though I give him water every day
he has a preference for toilet water

Oh yes my ***** has been mischief
head butting doors to get in to see me
I say no ***** no
can't you see I am trying to write

But gosh ***** just rubs against my legs
and I feel warm inside and rub his head
I forgive him because I love him, you see
for he is my feline friend and naughty *****


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

So Much To Do
I watch the parade go by
yet by her I wait
she whispers
see their works

I beg her I need not read
especially what they think of me
I fear not in this idiomatic state
for I rebuke all in this mode

Let me show
let me show
ready
ready

She laid her head on me
when those who presume,killed her
I am not dazzling and grateful
for I did fight all the way

Don't make me break the covenant of peace set
as all will be paralysing to my orders
I need not waste time on affairs of yours
so little time and so much to do


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Whatever you do

don't defrost Walt Disney

I hear he was not a nice man

even could be part of the clan



Please don't bring him alive

a brain in a robot he would reside

and if you gave him glaring laser eyes

all at Touchstone pictures would have to die



So please please

don't defrost Walt Disney





By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

I created for myself
a most delicious death
one of the delirious mind numbing kind
for I need to break my wings once more

Think not that this write dear friends
do not think that this is a cry for help
I am one of those that is capable
and do choose my own fate

Look into my black eyes
there is such a delicious death
hear my screams liken to a Angel
as I scream her words in my last breath


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Cancer that murderous thing
can happen to all and kin
and the suffer and fear
will make you pray on the tier

Don't think God is easy
as he kills all over the world
he did not slaughter millions
not with his might almighty

Oh yes he did not want children to die
but oh dear he is a child killer
and what in Cambodia
and the rest oh these wicked wars

More then I can really believe
you have done to yourselves
none here have sanity in heaven
for you lead the Earth to hell

For you are Cancer
a wound on earth
you died long before
at the day of your birth

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Desolation City
The streets seem to be empty of life in Desolation city
just the changing of traffic lights that flicker, looks pretty
that's when you know, you are back , back in Desolation city
what can a poor boy do, I ask no mercy for I need not pity

I will look for shelter from those whom I love
all that I call friends and know my kind heart
for soon flowers will grow where pavements crack
and the healing will begin at the end of this March

The people so trapped by fear
some you know close or near
when outside all they see is tragic cruel violence
and witnesses that are terrified and stay in silence

Make love and honour a duty
shine over the streets so gritty
lets make the people understand
all cry for freedom in Desolation City

No more intellectual repression
no more blinkers on our eyes
as we mean to give relief and charity
to our lost home called Desolation City


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

I drift around the shores of cyber space
looking for that big wave
I am known as the Imprinter
the surfer without a board

I play with havoc as hard as hell
do dark to hide I am from glorious Heaven
so think me nice and rather cool
for I am the surfer without a board

I am, a mirror in times fabric
a telly tally time bomb
some know me as Lord
but I like, the surfer without a board


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Sudden came the fall in temperature
that evening on the hillside
just me and the giant rock
on the hillside looking east

We chatted about her wonders for hours
he told me he missed her as much as I do
I grabbed his hand and to told him not to cry
looking into his eyes I told him, all of us do die

I did beg him please dear friend
do not let me shed tears for you again
please don't fall this day
as our inconceivability did

So I told him in quiet and old songs
the time when trees were like baby shrubs
when they sung hymns from the outside blue
for Primrose Molly was our only true love

Always was she a woman of good joy
a glory for all to behold
her eyes sparkled sapphire blue
as sunshine turned her hair gold

She would dance each day in parks public
with the summer wind caressing her hair
and with fragile hands of opal and ivories grace
did dear Primrose Molly do her utmost fair

So me and the rock sit here
here on the hillside steep
and in good thoughts
her soul we will keep


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

As I walk down the road all I see
are Asparagus lanes and Asparagus trees
what is this thing about Asparagus and me
when will these stalks of green set me free

I see Asparagus in the morning
I dream of Asparagus at night
I eat it till it comes out of my ears
with a belly so very tight

My best friend just knocked for me
and ******* do a Asparagus I see
oh pity me
and my Asparagus plea

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

All oceans would this navigator discover
seven seas in seven years did he roam
whist sparkling stars in the heavens tried so hard
yet this broken navigator could not get back home

So he bites on solar winds and sails
to a place of many days of doldrums
this place so stagnant and most morose
he had to his sins, has to wait with his kin within

His crew are that hard of salty seafaring kind
with maps written on their faces cracked by sun and salt
they his, had only ****** smells and shells
call them hero's as seven seas they did horridly sea's fought

This was his last voided slipstream event
these mariners by the cut of their gibe
prayed to an Egyptian Hero some call Alligator
for he is the first and last of Navigator

So whist this captain of mapped minds falls
his company will care for his last orders
for they have witnessed in ancient tears
and the breaking of the navigator

Oh fly the flag and be proud
live poetry with passion long and loud
let your heart embrace this creature proud
whist you watch the breaking of the Navigator


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris



By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

I find it so hard to believe
that any one would give a Goth a gun
if it was self loading
the black clad ******* would shoot everyone

Hey just look at the Bio Hazard masks
and the black and silver goggles
these creatures make your future the past
give one a gun and it will be your last

Please don't think their eyes do smile
for Goth's are dark and so is their fun
so if you treasure your flowery ***** life
please please, never give a Goth a gun


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Some silly child kicked a Hornets nest
then the buzzing from within did get louder
six by six did they fly from the nest
armed with stings that can **** most

The silly child ran to it's mother and father
it pleaded for help from their kinder
but by the time they did shout
the swarm had followed it

Six hundred drones did some mighty stinging
then flew back to the hive
look at the family now with bloated bodies
for none of them did have a chance to survive

Never kick a hornets nest
unless you like to be stung
as within hornets nest all are clones
and fight for victory as just one


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

No life Insurance flicks up on the page
do me a favour and put that to bed
for it will cost my family nothing
that time to come, the time I am dead

I have given my body to science
let the would be doctors play with my cadaver
for it was or will be just a shell
a body rotten with a somewhat smell

I have my ticket to the stars
and I will ride the tidal waves of time
for I can spin with mind control
on to the hights of heaven on a silver dime

No life insurance ha ha
for I am already dead
I was taken long ago
so get out of my head


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Poppy walked the streets by day
she cried in the allies at night
she's still a kind and generous lady
who through circumstance had lost the fight

The vacant look in her eyes
dirt on her face that some despise
but if you gave her the time of day
wise words she would always say

People call her a down and out
but that's not what she's about
for from the front she had come
and no more would she hold a gun

She is a forgotten hero
and now she's a zero
she keeps her medals in her pocket
in a tissue next to her false teeth

One of the many now forgotten
one who's life now is rotten
this is Poppy the hero
this is one of the forgotten

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris


© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Ocean calm but for moonlight now flickering
the wake of the playful children of the sea
here in secretive parlour they lift their heads up high
and sing profound longing to Orion with star filled eyes
their solemn songs with kind indifference they click and cry
in holy matrimony of cool waters joined with black velvet skies.

By Christos Andreas Kourtis
By NeonSolaris

© 2008 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

I want to be you're secret Santa
sliding down your stockings
as tall as Arregon
not fat and stout as Gimerly

I am the patter of flighty wings
still flapping as you return
and the gifts that you bring
means more then my being

For I am your servant
climbing into your bed
just for a hug
for I am just a kitten

I would be your lord of the rings
never never naughty
just a boy that needs a toy
to tweak hot lords of the rings

Let me be you're Hobbit
for you need not shave
for Under Hill
it is all the rave

Come to my warren
come to my keep
and after loving
may sweet hobbit s sleep


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

All I have left is her silver spoon
and in the corner her high chair
I wanted to watch her grow up
had all her schooling planed
but she upped and crawled away
all because I confessed that I was gay
she was too small to realise
that when I said that I meant happy
but it looks like now
that I won't be changing any nappies
no more goo goo gar gars
no more sunshine in my life
for she's upped and gone
just her silver spoon in my hand
she's finished with me I understand

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

She sits and weeps once again
between shards of falling tears
knowing it's so very wrong
but to her it feels so right

She has become an advocate of rough ***
and she likes it, she likes it a lot
she loves beating men in more then one way
she is that ***** who went astray

She has erected a wooden post
just for her pleasures and pains
she loves to give it out
to her, this is no strain

Her bedroom is her torture chamber
pink rubber nun suits attire her walls
her lovers have a secret word
that when the pain gets too much, they do call

She has the heat on full, even in summer
she loves to make them sweat
and she beats them to an inch of their lives
that's a certainty, no need to bet


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

It sat on the tip of her finger
oh such a diminutive fellow
never knew how small and cute
was this sweet amphibian called newt

I had only seen them on telly
and I know it sounds rather silly
but to see one in the flesh
was a revelation and gave me the *******

The porous skin
of this silky thing
it's mouth would struggle with a slug
this adoring sweet micro little thing

It just sat there as cool as a cucumber
I told my daughter to a shady leaf put under
and as he slowly scampered away
my daughter and me did bid him adieu


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris


By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

I saw you in the bargain isle
sitting there in the cold, unwanted
to my sin, it was that you looked cheap
that I did endeavour to pay for you

Yet as I walk off with you in one hand
and my other hand holding all my shopping
with teeth of hunger I opened you
then with relief to my taste buds, enjoyed you

From that day to now
when at the superstore I prowl
I know you my wonder chicken
and will acquire you somehow

Your succulent juicy *******
your sweet sultana of the mystic east
not to mention the secret of your Apricot
in my tastes of a sandwich you have got the lot


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

I remember when we on that sunny afternoon
grabbed a Hanson to the Lyons tearooms
we were rather jolly and full of mischief
when in there you dropped your silk gloves
I bent down to pick them up, slowly you did lift your skirt
your legs did part, with a naughty devilish smile pert

We drank Earl Grey by the *** full
strawberry cream cakes with filling cool
laughing how extraordinary it was to find each other
both spirits of freedoms never forgotten
you pushed a cream cake in my face
and I got the cream down your blouse of lace

Then we started kissing and wanting more
that's when the staff showed us the door
and as we ran down the muddy cobbled road
you grabbed my arm and said let's stop I'm cold
pulling me in with eyes of wanton lust
you had your way with me at last


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

When the asparagus stalks walked
straight out the fields of snow
I knew there was no tomorrow
and my life was in utter sorrow

I heard the trumpets call
saw the stairway open wide
and I betrayed the sword
for I looked with eyes by the side

God I will miss their green
those ones that went well
with roast potatoes and others
especially when cooked by mother

But I will wait as they go
and hope they walk slow
for I will pluck them up
and a cooking I will go

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

I watched him hop down the cobbled streets
that young brassy robin of mine, I wanted to keep
with his wings all a fluttering he cheeped
his voice called his freedom, that one day all will repeat

To see him dance by the Vale Green pond
to see with his beak, did a worm he pronged
some sorrow it will be and some joy
when I have to say goodbye to my boy

I had found him in the gutter
all muddy and tattered
I stayed with him day and night
just so death he could fight

My heart is so full of joy
beating so hard ,I fear of it stopping
for it's all for him to be free
as I bid farewell to my little **** robin


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Who put peppers in papa's salad
who would do such a wicked thing
as we sat around the dinner table
his eyes did start to roll and spin

His face went bright red
and his head did start to swell
mama said who's ever done this evil deed
will surely be getting a belting to hell

He fell from the table onto the floor
and was doing the lay down jig
me and my sisters were laughing
for he looked like a squealing pig

Before the duty to her spouse
mother started throwing the biggest plates
with the ardour of mighty mouse
as papa laid there all stiff and prostrate

A ambulance was called to the house
as mama with phone, put us against the wall
it was a beating first, and ask questions later
all were not now laughing as we knew this was not cool


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

If only peace was the answer
if people only did help each other
we of my kind truly seek peace
but we cry for what has happened on Earth

We who do dress as mornings black
we of the scent of blossoms dark dusk
no war do we want to ensure
for this a unfair judgement

Can we talk about protective xenophobia
when you do not understand a culture
can with good hearts of honour
try not to look liken to vultures

Peace you should best seek
for a promise we do keep
don't disappoint and ****
if you do, well we'll peace on you

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

I opened the door to my secret room
and there my advent calendar hangs
as the days go by
I will open them one by one

The first had many books that I am bleeding
the second was a rocking horse to ride the course
the third was to be true to myself and others
my forth was after 30 years to see my father

And the fifth is part of me
the kind and good in me
this is a most special month
time to kneel to the greatest Angel

My Faith is pure
yet you know I am not
but I know you forgive me
as the reckless man called I


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Oh daddy why do you leave me
woof woof woof
so I tear up the carpets
woof woof woof

Oh daddy I have been a bad boy
woof woof woof
**** my love for you all over the floor
woof ****** woof

Daddy I am so lonely
woof woof woof
my heart is broken, every time you walk out the door
oh ****** woof

Daddy am I not a good boy
hear me whimper when you leave
I love you my sweet lord
woof woof woof

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Tainted by transparency
broken and indignant
a speckled hen
ready for plucking

For winter comes soon
and when all is dark
the butchers blade
will cleave your neck

Then you will run around headless
thoughtless with wings a flutter
and when potted
the rest for the gutter


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2010 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

The tears fall on Europe
as we make this land ours
the new European Babylon
with temples reaching the sky

This will be our new Babylon
a religion beyond comparison
we will rewrite the bible
without it's bullsh*t and lies

Effigies of poetry everywhere
this will be our Euro utopia
a place full of legions
all the hero's of yesterday

From the classic kick *****
to the present day hero's
this will be our last bastion
the last stronghold of light

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)