"riving" poems
From the throne the broken and dying came to me
twisting and contorted riving in agony
dripping down dark stairwells
to me their vertebral blooded end
In the time of the lizard king
so much ****** ****** has been committed
even some of my own were poised to fight
yet I told them to hold there ground and wait
This never ending war
this fight without retreat
battle hardened with fight we sing
to the defeat of the lizard king
I kiss and tend the wounds of the fallen
with all I have I heal them and give them love
and when evil comes to my domain
I will smite all their armies
Sweet saviors I make in a blink of an eye
words of the last I do sing
by all I own all empires I will bring
to the defeat of the lizard king
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 4:05 AM UTC
This old dark London of cobbled streets
where narrow allies hold many secrets
where muffin sellers barter their wares
and women of ill repute call seductively
In the flood lights of the Thames
that resist guidance of it's citazans
the sound of clattering hooves
reverberates around this decaying city
This city riving in pestilence
where beggar and thieves
hold an unholy alliance
in blood black as tar
This is where to find the Bow Street Boys
before the fields of Whitechaple
by bailey and justice
and the call of Bow Bells
My city of substance and commerce
my city of greed I will never understand
this city of poverty and fear
this city.
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 8:31 AM UTC
Waiting for the light to fade in
Slowly engulfing
And blinding
I see stars fighting the rising white light
Everything shines at the start of this new forever day.
Another lie is made, shipped,and sold
Lining the liar's pockets with silver and gold
More people are bought off with luxuries
They're told they can't live without
Those who resist die without a doubt.
I float up to your wake upon a river of lilies
Guilty and numb, I cannot accept your fate
Harboring resentment towards callous reality
Your face is a bismuth white, riving in bitter sunlight
My terrible words could never hold sway, because you died yesterday.
If I could only chance upon one wish, may it be that existence not be such a *****
Have it be that gentle yet honest, kind yet resolving solitude and bliss
last longer than the oppressive itch of so many soulless *****
And let it be known that I love you all, who so care for those who feel helpless and small
Because that is the greatest gift of all, Life and Death are friends and do not simply began and end
At the gates of the garden we have fenced ourselves in.
We will rise out of dust like stars that fought the white of nothing and won the rivers of dark matter to Border The night sky we see within our horizon
A seemingly endless night of heart and starlight
We cannot even began to imagine the limitlessness of our womb the heavens
So we spear the skies with our ****** dreams soaring high into cosmic birthing~place
We'll bleed in honor of the colors that streak across The Moon and Antarctica.
I love all your open hearts teaming with life upon life and death upon death
Let us rise, up over the shadows of our steel cages and deary trappings
And meet the fluttering tree of life.
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 12:24 AM UTC
i am...
A-bstractly addicted to absolute abuse
B-y basketcase boys with nothing better to be
C-autious when I caught chaos
D-riving me delutional day by day
E-ven when everyone echoed into my ear
**** this familiar fatal feeling
G-oing after guilty guys
H-ardly having healthy habits
I-njuring my inner innocence
J-ustifying jaded *********
K-indly killing all
L-ackluster lovers so they dont
M-ention me making mistakes
N-ever not nervous
O-ver obsolete oblivion
P-inky promising people to stay
Q-uietly questioning my
R-eason to resolve all emoitions ripping right from my
S-tomach snaking their way to satisfaction
T-hrough tounges I never even wanted to taste
U-nable to grasp unhappiness
V-isiously turning up the volume
W-aiting for any kind of wasted warmth
X-eric eyes
Y-et again teary
Z-oning through endless time
until i'm right back where i started...
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 2:10 AM UTC
She slapped me across the face and said
I’m never speaking to you again
Then she kissed my still rosy-raw handprint cheek
And kept me up all night
Tells me in one ear that I’m special
Painstakingly chosen, gifted to speak unique
In the other ear I hear about all the others she treats the same
Her visits and her calls are haphazard and irregular
I drop what I’m doing to channel her gospel
Which later reads insane secular
Sometimes inspiration is hallucinations are inspiring
The weight I wrapped in tender embrace no more with morning ‘riving
Each time she leaves me with a stuffy mass of lines
A messy page that she lets me keep for life, and before
I even finish reading, she’s out the door and with
Another I don’t even
Know if she’s
Ever coming
Back
May 23, 2011
May 23, 2011 at 9:48 AM UTC
Goodness we had two years together
and you are telling me we never did that
well I know we were young then
but I never got down on your ******
I was eighteen and you were seventeen
we were so in love and engaged
yet wow I never knew that fact
we never went down on eachother
I know I popped your cherry
that took over six months
riving on the bed fully clothed
for the first six months, I know
Well, it's a **** pity
such a pity we never did that
well time may of passed
but I'd like to play catch up
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 11:34 PM UTC