"solaris" poems
Out of their packets they marched
no more would they have their heads bitten off
no more would they be discriminated by colour
this was the Jelly Babies sweet rebellion
Out of the shops they did march
not before setting fire to them
for no Jelly Tots or Gummy Bears
could follow their war cries
They marched to the sea six by six
knowing the shopkeepers would be waiting
but they had the hearts of lions
and no one could keep them
the call of freedom was sweet and strong
The boats were on the beach
you could hear the little cheers go up
but the shop keepers brought their dogs
that with glee ate them all up
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka Neon Solaris
Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 2:32 PM UTC
Maiden, maiden, maiden, a depilidate mobious minaret –
Holical, Eris begs an atlatl defection, the
Genuis-from-Mars technique – an erathicus lecanopteris.
Suffretex, past-perfection in pastel gloxinia,
Glowingly acidic and shiftingly glossidic, it’s cosmaltry mariala;
Ungual outmoded, holonym singing Aquilar rapax as demiurge.
Demos and Phobos weep, coruscating terrathos, killing riva.
Swell quickly, optic ophidia, lest the ira florena rise –
Rise, maiden, rise optic ophidia, ignore Irredelphine!
Strut the hematacolpa and pace-willow, but fail flow:
Deciduous telechir beckons, demanding autobogotic-hajra.
Piss-venom and picea hovea, eche verri naught echo –
Beta-decay and COBOL error, fandango with teeth
And sing praise for Eucladanic soignè solaris
Sprint quick, maiden-solidago gesparisè, to Misra pourum!
Majerns and hapax, death-knell aloud and encelia,
Enfloranè, haste! Enatic haste tichodrome, flee, anise!
Apios, harken: tryst-sans-thermobic sweeping of thresher-thrown,
Little-low else yet achroma, de-jubilance:
Fall fairly, ayah! So to be so, blanking systemic,
A thousand steps for one death.
Jul 4, 2010
Jul 4, 2010 at 12:25 PM UTC
The rain falls in whispers,
Meanders through the
Cracks in our lives.
The sky claps sardonically
Prophetic, pathetic fallacy
Alive and well.
As time swells and breathes
Solaris flares, coughs and heaves.
Scorched earth, ashen leaves.
The rain is gone but so's
The emerald green.
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 8:18 PM UTC
mechanical wonders are they!
the greatness of ever-changing plains
withered weathering willows which wallow in the wake of winds,
shriveling, sniffling, cynical twins.
solaris, the fantastical bringer of light!
oh how we lift our faces in your fruit-bearing gaze.
our thanks for extinguishing the inky blight, you have given us sight.
we miserable, entangled creatures in locks and chains,
at the mercy of the return of your fiery blaze.
we rely on Pandora’s final curiosity
and during times of ultimate crisis, we wish for you
and pray for catharsis.
but your sister…
luna, you wretched being, wrecker of sanity!
oh how you unravel the psyche, fibrous ends,
intertwining tapestries meticulously woven yet disassembled so quickly.
we are aghast at the horrors with which you plague us.
each stare through the mirror, reversed pools of vanity
freckles of light fall from their places
on weary onlookers’ shadowy faces
as they melt in the hysterics of your obscure domain.
finally a farewell, an intonation of speech:
“good-bye.”
discombobulated words, addressed to each;
for one sister revitalizes that which the other hath slain.
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 11:09 PM UTC
Solaris and symmetry
Half-darkened in the moon,
To eyesight gives sanity
To the heart, a single mind.
The ocean, yawning, is the beast,
Now simple majesty.
Its eyes, winking midst the slumber
Of the century.
Aug 1, 2019
Aug 1, 2019 at 8:47 PM UTC
Out of the dark she came
scars on her haul her crew in pain
all contact lost
no other vessels survived
Even her port and refill point
all gone, all dead
her last warship
her last weapon
The captain, oh come on
all know it is me
and my ship the Neon Solaris
god has nothing on her plans
Sleek and killer
beautifully wonderful
matter not the scares of war
for she is warship forever
She lives around a outer planet
cloaked in the inky black
she is my all
and her crew are loyal to me
Just a visit
from her last warship
for soon we fold space
to find our lost race
Death will scream morning
as we break our moorings
called to the deck
another battle, well what the heck
Here we go again
the last of her fleet
back to the black of forever
back in time to find our own kind
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka Neon Solaris
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 11:06 PM UTC
I can see it in your eyes
The fear of getting too close
You hide it well
With your playful smile and gentle touches
You convince people that you’re okay
But I can see that you’re not
I can smell it
You shine like the sun
But the sun is destined to burn out, right?
You know it, too
You try and hold off your destruction
By shutting people out
But that won’t help
I know you’ve been hurt
Abandoned by the ones you love
Left to figure things out on your own
But don’t hide behind your strength
Let it define you
I know you’re afraid
That the blackness inside of you
Will scare everyone away
But the ones that stay
Are the ones that count
You’ve been left alone before, I know
But you can’t expect
Every new man in your life to do the same
Some will, I can’t deny that
But you will never find the man who will stick around
If you don’t allow yourself to see him
Lift your head up, sweetheart
Wipe your tears
Shed your fears
And let everyone see the light in you
I promise that it will outshine the darkness
What do I know, right?
I’m just a teenager
But don’t let outward appearances fool you
Because somewhere hidden
To the naked eye
Are the same secrets and scars
That you see branded on your skin
And if you take the chance
To look close enough
You’ll see mine, too
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 12:19 PM UTC
It's been light years since my heart strings
were touched, gently plucked
in artfully arranged cacophonies of
'I love you' and
'Come closer' and, whispering,
'baby'
sweetly, in his waning symphony.
The fade-out drags at my feet,
while I move through moments now, slowed down,
talking loud,
as though words are my only means to stretch moments out.
These are the 4am secrets I cling to most,
sunlit smokescreen memories of a spaceman still haunting me, you see
no matter how loudly I speak
smaller volumes are still volumes
and his whispers were still words
like 'baby', hurtling through moment after moment
and I wonder why it still hurts.
An asteroid of his voice ricochets through endless stretches of space
and solar flares only spit flashes of his face until even supermassive black holes seem comforting,
perhaps they would transport me to a different dimension of blanket fort dreams
where I am held again, amongst whispers wistfully meant
and this time I don't forget to contain all the stars in my eyes,
cocooned in second chances on Solaris,
the planet where lost loves come to life,
where droves of the lovesick go to die.
I couldn't escape past the moon forever
but **** I could still crash land whenever
These unearthly dreams created space for me
and in that space, I found my sanctuary
realising that with all the space that I need
the spaceman no longer had a hold on my dreams.
See, love was soaring music, elevation, no metre,
just levitation, almost timeless, but it teetered
on the finish line
to be stopped too soon by a volume dial and a frown,
I bottled up from bottle to cup and kept my voice down
but time has a way of showing you
that shutting people out isn’t profound,
but the absence of sound.
Endings quietened my universe, but
I stopped believing in the relief of silence
and since,
I have become a crushing crescendo,
I think even the cosmos could hear me screaming.
The volume turns up and I burn and I glow
feasting on feelings, wasted on whispers
I'll break waves against wistfulness,
Fling fists against fitfulness,
the spaceman can fight me for all he's worth,
I will not fade out.
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 6:32 PM UTC
You brought back a part of me that I've shut down
Emotions locked and sealed away
Never to be felt, or touched by another soul
Reminding myself not to give in to bliss
That it could be snatched away at any time again.
But then,
You show me sides of yours that I've never imagined existed.
And when you said those words...
*~ You're a rose without thorns,
Delicate, innocent and pure
Seeing the lips of yours curve into a smile lights up my day.
You care for me like no one else does,
You hide yourself under a cloak full of sorrows
But I see through you
And I would not let myself live,
If I ever ruined your life and future.
Because I love you and I'll love you till the end.~*
I was left speechless
With a glimpse of light trying to break free
That sudden feeling of warmth in your chest
In a state of ambivalent
I'm learning how to adapt to the emotions of yours.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 12:31 PM UTC
Well party time is over
no more *** drugs or rock and roll
it was a ****** scream
time to be sobriety again
It was legion to party for 24 hours
now it's back to some work
if I survive the next 10,000 years
I will party again
It's nearly midnight
and it's so time to drop
time to sleep off
the drugs *** and rock and roll
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka Neon Solaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2012 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 6:52 AM UTC
Born in the midnight of stars
with the provocative mantra of Mars
a shadow keeper
the dream sleeper
A creature of creation
star child in the making
a solid entity
being not yet being
Dead heaven within
dead heaven without
lord that gave me many names
but did not give me my ****** wings back again
I did never cast you aside
nor my fleet by your side
so I plea with you , and not parly
that in heaven I should reside
I better you many times
charity unbound
yet you still abhor me
in all that I do
Yet here I stand, my love
so standing in utter defiance
don't you dare spit in my face again
for I am Neon Solaris
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 4:04 AM UTC
In the eye of the storm
Titanic frequencies
Providing Solaris
A systemic support
Waiting for Venus
With Gaian purport
My dragon eyes feel
And my tiger heart thinks
With a camels sensibility
Can't touch this ability
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 12:05 AM UTC
When life is freehanded
and such thinking is grand
an instant of multitudes, here
so love is abreast sometimes in its vastness
and with every attitude-a traverse may prevaricate a rose
that shall absolutely whence a savior
and his abundance past his mountain of joy
where a sky born adherence is her that connection now
in virtual heat fore another day of Solaris, even so perfunctory
that their monarch enabled gladness to outlast publicity.
and pain is still only their dressage of relief
while scope is still inside her heart
today in an oak perchance an evil forsake her differ grace
in a burgeoning community span evermore!
Aug 7, 2016
Aug 7, 2016 at 7:25 AM UTC
What it means to be real
what is it like to suffer and feel
oh I really do the business
caring not for myself
I cough and splutter
like a madder ******
this is my ****** hell
what it means to be real
My star ship is at maximum yield
till the broken loss off my shields
just watch this starship burn fast
the glorious starship Neon Solaris
Pods did fly
maybe some did survive
well if not
I would not be here
That is what
oh that is what it means
to be real
oh to be real
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 9:56 PM UTC
From the prostitutes of the city, the chaotic
race, from the donation of British, Germans,
Greeks, air, or rocks, water, water, Thomas
Thomas, it is true, Jonah, Latin, Latin Latin
of the heart, kidnappings and message
of pride of the second ancient antiquity,
as in the case of trade and wine, China
is young with ideas on the radio in Brazil,
UGGS, European, German Snooch, Spain's
old robot, the sun is an old bland color
them the color of football and Xbox,
for example, Meg Sikkim, stars of PRippe.
King of Arabs, enthusiasts, warm Arabic,
William King saw that curiosity closed
the doors of unknown appearances
in Arabic and put Nauvoo in Britain
to become fish and beauty in China.
Bob's Silk alone has the memory
card for a long time and has
become a baby, cream and my
daughters, children, seven corners.
New and innovative angelic
acid and newborn bringing
Satan's mother-in-law to life
from the earth, part of the moon
walking in a leather belt, glasses
behind scenarios that wait
a bit when she is at home
they can get involved in
participation tools: airborne air
and airborne air and in the midst
of new yogurt products. Then,
after a few minutes. These are
my business entrepreneurs
who live in a happy marriage
for you. Come from Solaris,
the sun is always good and
the air is always fresh. In
the wrong place, we cannot
use it to replace breeds
of chickens and vegetables.
There are girls who are virgins,
mothers of teenagers, the first |
men.
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 7:26 AM UTC
Some people call me
a talented son of a gun
other's call polite
Solaris another sun
Who would claim
divine purpose
progression in steps
to my number read
Each have codes for thee
oh tee he tee he
find out if you care
more about my, me
By Christos Andreas kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 11:05 AM UTC
To the moon he cries
before the shot to die
and the solitude of his life
was just what it was Just life
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka Neon Solaris
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 6:06 AM UTC
So Lord Solaris, said my battle knight teacher,
what have you brought in for show and tell
I walked to the front of the class
with my bag heavy in my hand
lifting it up I put it on her desk
by her sweet command
I put a red apple on her desk
I wonder if they will guess
guess what I brought for show and tell
reaching into my black bag
I pull out my tears and sufferings
and the broken dreams of millions
I told them of the hurt and pain
all about the broken hearts
told the class that humans die
and that most do bitterly cry
told them how many times I died
and they all clapped to my surprise
I don't think they understood it nearly kills me
all that I accomplished did not fulfill me
then I reached deep into my bag
and with my right hand pulled out the Earth
then with tears in my eyes
I told them that this was the place of my birth
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 9:39 PM UTC
They wanted me a perfect machine
and by the gods they got one
made of silver and jet
with Solaris in it's eyes
I remember them saying
wow this one is going to be a right goer
and the ******** were right
for here I stand after many years
Battle after battle
saving as many as I can
I don't care for myself understand
all I care for is others
I am so ****** misunderstood
my blackness is part of me
I am not the evil
I hope you see
when trained like me
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 10:59 PM UTC
The stars in the sky
Continue in our eyes
Though they may truly be long gone
Blown in an explosion
Of light not yet here
Many long years ago
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 10:54 AM UTC
They do not know that I am dying
man it's a miracle I'm still alive
but I know sweet, it will not be long
I am in so much ****** pain
coughing blood every day
Oh yes I can dream
but I am dying
I am just a shell
and good god am I dying
I reckon a year if I fight hardy
but I have fought for so ****** long
yes Neon Solaris is dying
so if you were me , how would it be
I am trying to amend all my sins
you know get it all out
I don't want to die
but I am truly dying
Hush I really should
as I am now a child of eve
but soon I will be gone
and angel again I will be
By Christos Andreas Kourtis Aka NeonSolaris
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 11:35 PM UTC