We are as stoked as the camp fire
drinking and dancing falling around
throwing our clothes off
our pants to the ground

Then into the sea we go
for some mischief with me
me Jim Stella and Fay
Alex Julie and Dave

Another beach swingers party
oh what fun
with only one rule
not up the ***

It's a right old knees up
if you know what I mean
if you want join us
make sure that you're keen

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

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)

It leans against the railings
bright and gleaming pink
bows have been tied around it's frame
ribbons adorn it's wheels and spokes

See the sorrow arranged in flowers
the forget me nots and notes from loves lost
this sad memorial to a young vibrant life
a life snuffed out liken to a burning candle flame

This tragic place by the roadside
this is where a young child lost it's life
on a busy street in the frantic hours
when push comes to shove, in the name of progress

Along the narrow path now gleaming in sunlit rain
sits an army of teddies with water dripping down their faces
their smiles unhindered by the tragic circumstance
yet their heads start to bow to hide their dew covered eyes

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

As strong as the mystic Oak
as bountiful as the Chestnuts burden
liken to palm tree on a lonely island
kind as a spring apple blossom

Sometimes weeping liken to a Willow
bending in waters hiding tears
singing like a London Plain
in the smoggy city streets

****** as a Beach Tree
glorious as mountain Pine
oh how wondrous
in avenues they do bind

See the Elms worrying
as beetles invade their bark
undermining their existence
to their extinction

Yet the amorous smell of Cherry blossoms
does late at night fill the midnight air
and all comes to winters realms
Christmas presents are laid under it's frame
of the greatest of Pines

As the Sycamore sings
bare and wanting of summers light
holding strong at winters bite
this is why I love trees


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Across the savannah carrying guns
and behind them, a poacher swings
he is a warning to others, to not come back
they had brought death and destruction
to those who made Elephant tracks

What was left in the wake of these poachers
were the carcasses of a whole herd
even the young that had little tusk
were hacked to death for fun
these travesties of man these poachers

These brave rangers will hunt them down
bring all their crimes to face justice
for the twenty they slaughtered
just for tusks and feet
****** tusks and feet


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

This game of Marco Polo
you mimic without shame
a wild one you are truly
your love, I can never tame

You lead me up the garden path
like a teddy bear to a picnic
you crush my heart like seashells
in Mary's garden, hiding in the thicket

I am blue now, and never blow my horn
thinking still, of my love for you
I wish that I had never been born
after the fairy stories you told me

I am now just a thread bitten doll
a puppet with nothing to do
and wonder where Andy Pandy is this evening
maybe, behind the bike shed with Louby Lou


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome
is nothing but a living hell
doctors dumb you down with pills
hoping that you're get well

Yet when you try to sleep
you see the flashes of violence
they keep you in a state of unrest
and repeat on you like a bad lunch

Sometimes you don't feel human at all
just an automaton with scares within it's mind
death and dying become not just dreams
they become familiar bed fellows

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Where I'm going I need nothing but me
there is no packing necessary
I've hit the highs and lows
now I'm going back to school

For knowledge is my love
and poetry forever my mistress
I have a passport to travel
from body to body, mind to mind

This to some is a selfish endeavour
this want to be enlightened
yet what is man without insight
what is a man without knowing

So there is no packing necessary
nothing needed but me
the accretion of high wisdom
will set my inquisitive soul free


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I wipe the sweat from my brow
let my thoughts take over me
honest as one can be
in a pit of golden serpents

This cold reptilian world
claims what they had lost
we mammals scurry and dig deep
a chance of Earth we can keep

To the great whales
to the tiny shrews
our warm blood
our endothermic ways

Warm within our hearts
guardians of our sweet Earth
here humankind
gave glorious birth

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

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)

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

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Megan's numbers were everywhere
where ever she looked see saw them
Two pints brought to her door
One pint at number Four

Numerology was her favourite pastime
Twenty years now and still an avid fan
even her birthday was magic to her
it was Seven of the seventh seventy seven

When young she counted to Ten
before she even could walk
some say she is slightly odd
counting on fingers whilst walking the dogs

All I saw was another master of numbers
a master of the scientific arts
and when she got older
me and her were never apart

She'd tell me I was a fool, to chuck it all away
I'd say Megan read my numbers today
that would keep her quite
for these were Megan's numbers

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

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)

Just watch them get out of any situation
watch those slugs and worms slip through all
lies of the so called people we should trust
with their super sensitive slime politics

I don't think any are corruption free
just look at those sycophants
anything they say about power
do they just come in their pants

Predictive masters of lies
**** poor excuses for human beings
just ****** of shallow promises
all in the name of their success

Worms in sewerage works make better
then the laws by their letters
watch those slugs try to justify it
in salt, with their super sensitive slime


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Goodness she has come in all soaking wet
poor pussycat needs a rub down
oh look at your fur all spiky and trim
god knows where you have been

You come off on my hands
do I have that much command
look at you shake
my hot wet *****

Now no doing the sit down dance
I am not a horse, so don't ride my hands
you are just my kitten you see
my sweet hot wet *****

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I met God and she told me of the lie
the line the bad give to the good
and if you are a good girl
you know that you should

She shook her silver hair like a morning pony
as her scribes are so full of crap for the lonely
drifting words liken to a snow storm
yet I am warm

Just for one Day
I'd like to say
Live in my shoes
look fear in the face
and smile.

I know BRAVE.
I know Faith.

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

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)

First thing in the morning
just as daylight is dawning
what starts me off you see
is a English Breakfast Tea

Then when I commute by train
and the crowds do drive you insane
I try to stay very calm
with a cup of Assam

Then when I get to the office
with inbox filled to the brim
I think ****** it all
and have a cup of Darjeeling

Then by midday
to keep my woes away
I have a sneaky cup
of my favorite Earl Grey

The when work is done
and I want some fun
to heaven I go
with a cup of Ceylon


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I work at the cathedral day and night
at rest times I sit looking at the daily hues
from morning to the end of day
the shadows in the architecture shine through

The gargoyles turn from grey to a warming red
and above their sentinel loyal heads
the spires shine like diamonds
blessed in the morning with a pure blue sky

A break or two, three or four
different times of the day
just to watch the patterns pass
in the shadows of this limestone building

I worked my guts off on this building
sweet Canterbury in my cathedral city
revamped it's, I'm listening points
and at times of day, when weather permits
I do read the shadows in the architecture


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Watching clouds on top of Cherry Hill
telling the midwife of flowers, the Daisy
how blessed and beautiful she is to me
with petals white and tender
it's slender stem with the slightest curve
it's popularity is nothing less then deserved

It's diminutive heads pop up all over the ground
peeking over it's lush vivid green companion
there to be picked and made a circle of glory
for delicate hands full of promise will bend them
all that are the hosts of Cherry Hill
will call to others saying, humanity is not over

The children of Earth are not as bad as they think
and the heavy tariff of making them mortal
some think this was unfair
somewhat slightly immoral
see how sweet, so not distant they are
so liken to us as young foolish stars

Give them a chance
come stand in the circle
know they maybe small
but what might within
so come and hold me
in the circle of Daisy's

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

It starts as drizzle pita pata gently
the sky gets darker and darker
pita pata become droplets that plop
they hit the red soil pounding hard
dry soil jumping in gratitude and joy

Now the pounding becomes a torrent
the soil does jump no more
the ground all around
starts to change colour
mimicking it's sister sky

Puddles appear everywhere
creating droplets upon water
that leap and twirl
like ballerinas dancing
on their own private pools

The smell of damp soil is so sweet
the clouds depart their work complete
the puddles will shrink as water seeps
into the earth sustaining life new and old
the rain, in my eyes is a wonder to behold



By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

They sit there in their Gucci pristine suits
and here come's a ***** they don't want to ****
no no they want to see her scrubbing pans
just like their sweet wives back at home

Next they watch her folding linen
now in the bedroom, not the kitchen
wow linen is splitting
in their Gucci fittings

They nod their heads and clap their hands
in this strange rising sun land
now it gets naughty
as the **** sweeps the hallway

Those *** boys have tears now
in all three eyes
this is hotter then horseradish
this cleaning lady fetish


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Feilding in another state of mind
beyond the unforgiving realms of time
they play their little games
at the casino cosmology

They like to hit the wheels first
you know, just to get things spinning
then they hit the full of crap tables
yet whatever they do, they are still winning

Some of those chips they have laid down
well by our cameras they are fake
here in this place we mastered human biology
you are in our town now , the casino cosmology

Get your hands on the table
you are not playing with that deck
give us what you owe us
you know friends , we take checks

No fun in quantum mechanics
or hydro dynamics
no use of theology
without casino cosmology  

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

There she is my pride and joy
her oak deck glimmers in the sunlight
been nearly a year in dry dock
repairs new paint work the lot

My crew have been chewing at the bit
ten months without putting to sea
today is a wondrous day
with crew 10 men strong

Ropes released and out of Portsmouth
back to the briny beauty
with her silver sails up
and at last anchors at bay

She can do 20 knots in fair winds
as the crew can tackle her motion
this my love my NightShade
that my crew and me give all devotion.


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

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)

Come with me to Greenwich
let's dance on the time line
dance with me, on and on
on my weekend of madness

Let's get the clowns to pop their balloons
as the bright green dogs run past
let's make every moment our last
oh happy is my weekend of madness

Let's kiss the frogs in the duck pond
and whist there tickle the fish
get hot-dogs from the maggot stand
On my weekend of madness

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Now the panting is subsiding
laying spent on silken sheets
and in the aroma of our love
we lay our heads to our pillows
as I stroke you as we talk

Our eyes dreamy misty and tearful
we start to talk in whispers
both with trembling voices
full of emotions and love
trying to contain the want and lust

All we talk about life
regrets that we had not meet sooner
then the joy of our communion
making our love legally bond
by the stars in the heavens

Saving to memory every tender moment
in gentle loving talk
proclaiming our love for each other
in passion and verse
in our sweet world of pillow talk


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

In Petticoat Lane she sells her wares
by the toilets for Gentleman's granite stairs
shoe laces and buttons colours abound
bids good morning to all that are around

Her cheeks are flush with meadow fever
and with a touch of fatal cholera too
yet there she stands all a sweating
to give pennies to her father, with all his betting

Then when she gets home and gives her pennies
her father will walk out without a thank you
she will again bathe her crippled mother
and with tears of an Angel, will cry

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

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)

We decided to go full out
like ***** out sunbathing
we hit us to overdrive
and we head for the sun

This will be a blast
and probably the last we do
but there maybe a chance
hopefully a small chance
that I will have to fight another day
here in pig city with my ***** out sunbathing

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Do you think it's funny
to have a stu stu stutter like me
when I hiccup I do ****
do you think that is funny

I te te tell you
it hurts to cough
look at the blood
know that I am dying

Lay me in the gutter
for there is where I die
with stutters on my blooded lips
oh what a surprise

Close the shutters
for when I die
I do my second best thing
I stutter and go nova

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Lord Neptune's daughters
sit fast to their rocks
like Grotesque limpets
singing their songs to the sea
for the sirens sing for blood
that of warm blood of mariners

To the howl of the wind
and the dreadful din
as waves crash onto this hell
many ****** are tossed abound
then commence to run aground
onto beaches of razor sharp shells

Hideous screams of victory
echo over this foul land
and these wretches of piscine descent
now feed on the carcass of man.

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

She stands on the street corner
in all and every foul weather
selling her candles true
a motherless poor wretch
with a father that is lame
so she does what she can
for fear of going on the game

In the depths of this cruel winter
holding out her frozen candled hands
tears in her eyes where she stands
her feet are now painfully numb
her fingers now burning and blue
yet she does what she has to do
poor so poor little candle girl

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

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)

Once upon a time
when time was splinted
time broken in mystic rhythms
the unbuckling of time

The kind years are now over
what you sow is what you reap
so know you are just liken to me
full of lies and conspiracy theories

Oh yes once upon a time
oh that blood line
not of body
but of soul


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

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)

He was the worst **** star in the world
his thinking ability had the pace of a snail
and in the first movie he ever made
someone had to show the man how

You could not even say action on the set
for it would ensure a nervous twitch
and if a clapper clapped, he'd need a number two
he was one awkward son of a btch

You may say hey why employ a man like that
are you and your production team crazy
and in a breath of nonchalant's they'd whisper back
hell no my dear friend, just additionally lazy  

Well the bill boards say
The C*ck That Got Away
and the money is pouring in good and swell
for the worst **** star in the world



By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

All drivers ready
inclosed empirical
noted all system enigmas
ready start and go

The maze is made ready
in this machines man world
all will be complete
annelids of data and actions devised

Make clear the streams
Act on you're higher self
Zone in on targets impure
Enlighten those that ask

See all things in black and white
for the grey lines are minds fog
be clear and pure in mind
have belief in the word of God


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

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)

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

They come to say goodbye
yet his corpse can not speak
in the attic they will find all his works
his band tapes and confession in poetry

It was his countdown to freedom
his escape clause so refined
one that he made
so many years ago

He left a note that no tear should be shed
for this being is actually never dead
just time to dress
and into another human being

Each life is his countdown
a thread to his freedom
this is their time to say goodbye
as this entity never dies


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

They called out on the loud speaker
it's all out war
we are fighting for resources
funny that, I have been here before

The flight coordinator, calls by the numbers
I will be the 25th to fly
we are so loaded with weaponry
the poor ******* don't stand a chance

It's just another war
so get your butts to the hanger deck
for we are powerfully adequate
with our fleet that maims and wrecks

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

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)

These intense feelings flowing over me
what on Earth am I to be
a thorn in the side of humanity
or a truth seeker peace keeper

Oh no here it comes again
they start to hurt me inside
these intense feelings
they open my mind to the dream worlds

I can not shut them out
I don't think I want to any more
let these feelings take me
to their realms forever more


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

There's no people around now, just us
no hustle or bustle
no rushing feet of frantic commuters
just us down here, the clean up crews

All the escalators are turned off
so we have to walk all the way down
the lights are always kept on
down here in the underground

No trains now are shooting by
not on the early morning night shift
just me and the morning crews
cleaning up the tunnels and tracks

It get's pretty eerie down here
sometimes you think you hear voices
but usually it's just the rats down here
fighting mating or just squeaking

The air in the tunnels is rather stagnate and stale
in some parts water seeps in for a little while
and what you find on the tracks can be a bizarre list
you never know what you will come across on the night shift


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

My fluffy face, four legged friend
I've come to see you again
you wag your tail so much
I fear it might fly off, you silly dog

Sit on my lap and I'll tickle your belly
my sweet little snow white Bo
just lay there in total bliss
then jump up and give my face a kiss

If you were Human I'd might marry you
your devotion and your sweet love
no other on this earth, could ever do
roll over and let me tickle you


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

They were the last tribe on this Island paradise
for outsiders had claimed their lands
they had forced the indigenous peoples
to take on their Gods that they did not understand

They had decimated their crops
destroyed most of their wildlife
and now the greedy strangers
now turned their eyes on the last tribe

They hunted them day and night
for by their religion it was right
man woman and childs life's took
in the persecution of the light foot

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I was matched to a warship
to the pride of the known galaxy
and with dynamical order
I claimed worship of my starship

Tending her, I made her mine
she had waited for me in time
just for me, she called to me
me the last captain of time after time

She is the last of a incredible fleet
the vow of gods beyond the stars
this dream of the imperial order
by her command.. I mean to see it through

I matter not or what
I am just her warship
and in pure worship
by love bound to my starship


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

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 was in the midst of twenty years after that conflict
when then war was on the turn to our side
yet two years after peace was resumed
there became a political divide

Those star children of the sixties
had this on their conscious so near
that one day the missiles would go off
and destroy mankind so severe

The Cold War was child abuse
from the 50s to the 70's
and for one I will never forgive
what they put me and my kin through

Never


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris