To butterfly meadow she slowly fluttered
her symmetry was now of body and mind
summer did shine within and without
and those around her bathed in her glow

She could melt the cruellest of hearts
with just a kind smile, her domain was pure
I fell for her deep wonderment and grace
her divinity written in burning stars

With her love no one walked alone
there were no nights of solitude
the fellowship of the good flourished
and laughter echoed all over this land

Then their dependence became her prison
and slowly her light did fade
they drained her not for just moments
but for a year and a day

The land that once was sweet is bitter
and the people here now morn her loss
forgetting they killed her slowly
and their future was the cost

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I know most of my friends are lovely
like buttercups and daisies
I know they know of me
and do they really understand me

This is a poem just for the few
those who love me like I love you
and for mercy I do claim
this poem for you

I lost my standing many years ago
I lost my wings for something I said
but now I am free to help and hinder
those of might that put us under

My Name is what is
and proud of the death I can bring
hell has no fury
liken to buttercups and daisies

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

From the stance of stasis they start to wake

to make their opinion in brief  fast time talk

they can't be long in this decayed atmosphere

but it's another August moon

and they debate their 29th century idol

  

Should it be built

that temple to the art and sciences

where people would die to dwell

feel the feelings of that child of war and wonder

make battle real after the banishment of war

  

They take time

so much time some die

but still they talk

in conversations of silver and black

and then all conclude

  

Making it so

for the 29th century idol

  

  

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

He was a rebun pchous a diminutive fellow
a tail wagging nightmare on four legs
and at night he would howl and swoon
to the glow of a full moon

He was a sucker for a sad luck story
especially from that ***** flea ridden
and as she never said, she loved him not
till her own distortion, she was self consumed

Yet as baleen whales notice
she was no pocahontas
she was just another *****
as the dog flew to the moon


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I need time to understand my broken life
pick up the tatters of my heart
let me crawl on the floor
and find the dignity of me

Living love on you're sleeves
has made hollow, my space
if I am not a ***** now
yet you know that I would always be for you

You made me cheap and sluttish
you know I would only open to you
just use me the way you like
do me the way you do

Trance any want of a better life
reject my sullen holy ways
rip at my heart of ignorance
for the rest of my days

My secret soul you know
the Christos you know
what a **** of a knight
that makes you feel so uptight

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Look at that naughty monkey
with that tin cup in his hand
he shakes it with small change inside
for his master the ***** grinder by his side

He gibbers and on a cigar he smokes
ladies legs as they pass he does stroke
he bites if you don't put something in his tin
for he knows with no food he will get thin

His red waistcoat and fez
well, they have seen better days
yet he is loyal to his master
as his buddy grinds away

His mischief has no bounds
as he bangs his cup on the ground
he is a crowd pleaser
and a great money reviler
this monkey with his ***** grinder


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

To keep yourself at a distance
throwing shields up so they never know you
it's not clever, is not fun
but for self preservation it has to be done

It's not that I don't want to be friendly
but a long time ago I lost trust in mankind
I always help when I am available
yet most of the time I am To keep yourself at a distance
throwing shields up so they never know you
it's not clever, is not fun
but for self preservation it has to be done

It's not that I don't want to be friendly
but a long time ago I lost trust in mankind
I always help when I am available
yet most of the time I am unattainable

I need not the care of love, just passion
for it is a most precious commodity to me
and as I writhe like a monkey on his back
know now and care not that I am unattainable

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolrais

© 2012 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

This is where the beech tree fell
all that remains is a splintered stump
all the birds morn her death
and with no songs bow their heads

The forest weeps in silent tears in falling leaves
for she was the last boarder of the ancient woodlands
now her shadow with never be cast in her majestic frame
never one liken to her will ever be seen again

Through the years by the new road
she had endured motorized impacts
even her new buds of early spring
would replace their own when singed

Mighty was her endurance of winds swift and fast
she had withstood the blight of many a parasite
had broken off limbs for the fear of loosing all
on hot heat waves that could finish ones all

In her younger years of life
she had witnessed great battles
seen many a brave man
fall on her espied battlefield

Yet that night of that great tempest
she made her whispers to the others
and as the corn turned ****** red
she resigned herself to her death bed


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Loyal to my art I am
this is all I am
I am at the edge
by will I destroy you

If you really knew my name
you would so **** your pants
I maybe too f...ing kind
not to crucifier you

My name is of the wings of Angels
don't think you can ever touch me
I wipe my blooded feet at heavens gate
for the liken putrefied **** of you

No Mercy will be given
you ******* the wrong bird
this one will f**k you up
for I write hatred most observed

Glory to God
And the death of you


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Scatter the ashes
scatter the ashes
see the tears in my eyes
as I scatter the ashes

See the broken me
as I scatter the ashes
scatter the ashes
from the broken me

To feel this hurt
so deep within
so I scatter the ashes
and a part of me dies

So I scatter the ashes
scatter the ashes
and the tears I shed
are for the love of you

The sullen dark skies
lazily drift in the coming darkness
yet I scatter the ashes
for I am lost without you

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris and Larna Kourtis

I did dream of you before first light of day
that together we laid
arm in arm holding each other close
spent from our love making

We watched from under covers
watched the sun call morning
and upon the table by the window
red roses did appear

Making love to you
is all I ever want to do
to be your love forever
on pillows of feathers

Hoping this dream comes to fruition
wanting you as my sweet commission
for the beauty I see in you is unique
you would make my life complete  

Summer rains do fall
as I think of you
then suddenly I wake
knowing my soul you do take


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Hopes wreckage lays across the land of despondency
now the dominion of lost souls and broken dreams
for on the throne of hateful menace and blight to mankind
sits in the unspoken divinity of tidal times unfinished wars
and crawling by the feet of this turncoat angelical soldier
do the poets of suicidal tendency curse the day they were born

Above this dire land of nightmares scream mechanical hate machines
trading black thoughts into fumes on crimson skies of ****** ignorance
faithless knights kneel in submission and weep bitter tears
then on command gouge out their own eyes in total submission
all now is lost scream the heroes of ever lasting light
folding space making fast their unforgiving retreat.

Now this ravaged dying orb starts to shudder and shake
as do the last of the faithful who now communion do take
to the last they die standing on their feet
on the blooded cruel plains of utter defeat.


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

This long journey I take
just to touch your face
to feel your skin next to mine
knowing that you are touched by her divine

My shield is down
I lay my sword on the ground
know my love that you have me
and my love loyal and profound

You will see clouds part
and the rains depart
when I give you my love pure
it is for you that I do this for

My lips against yours
my heart is yours forevermore
this soldier is home once more
and I swear never to go back to war


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

The water babies chuckle to themselves
knowing the floods will soon come
the still ponds they float now upon
will disappear as their domain explodes

They grab their tiny swords they have hidden
tied to water lily storks surrounded by broad leaves
jumping out of their watery homes
they grab a frog or two and start cooking them

Yet these frogs are not for eating
oh no it's just the poison they want
when they start to bubble and squeak
they will dip their swords in it's poisonous goo

These nasty little creatures
start singing to Neptune
bring your waters fast
come and flood the world

Never trust water babies


By Christos Andreaas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Oh to lay between your legs
smelling your hot womanhood

You lay there like a kitten
my cream now yours

Look at my love trickle as you stand
this is my love for you
white on tanned thighs
knicker changing time

Come back to bed
the wine has gone to my head
let me lay in your warmth
between your ***** perfumed pillars

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

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 50's to the 70's
and for one I will never forgive
what they put me and my kin through

Never never.

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Mother asks me,
have I been touching the cloth again
she tells me
don't get your ****** hands all over it

I know she will give me a beating
and I know like a lamb I will be bleating
but I just can't help myself
I need to be touching that cloth

The hand of my creator
she swipes and slaps fast
but after all these years
I know how to dodge and dive to last

So every time mother is not looking
I flutter silently liken to a moth
and with my grubby little hands
dare to be touching the cloth

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

In the lake I swim that is so warm it calls to my body
I twist and shake and call the lavender to me
for time will call me to account and I must fade
of all the blossom of springs kind whispers

As the ripples of my voice fade to distant lands
I myself will have to vacant this place
for policies of the mind I built
within time, yes in time. will be remembered

So this water so lavender bearing honour
I make my homely launch pad so holy
no garden will tempt me not to leave
for Eden is falling and I am out of here

In So many ways

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Black And White

My heart has always belonged to you
body and soul by command, you make me do
I am the lion in your heart
I fight to see you when we are apart

When I take my uniform off
I think hard about you
and all makes sense to me
when so far over blue seas

For I love and protect
even if they are not we
I am your knight
black and white as you see

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Humbled

In your shadow I am presented
to be never disappointment
you made me holy
made majesty of me

I sing your praise
glory to the love of you
I am humble by your art
forever I will love you

In your honour
I will build temples in my mind
for the heart of to dwell in
and the sweet love of you

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Just Another Girl

You are not just another girl
you have become my world
I worship you from afar
you are my distant star

You are not just another girl
without you I pine and curl
for you are my heart
not just another girl

You make wisdom principles
and by the eyes of Zion
by the glory of your trinity
you are not just another girl

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

There she is sneaking around
hush, you will not hear her pads on the ground
soft claws withdrawn with venom within
little killer of sparrows and mice

You knock my favorite ornaments
and they go crashing to the ground
I do care for you
but you make me so so lonely

My pleasant garden I grow
now dies by your feet
as you, my feline friend
you defecate all over my flowers

Don't take it in the wrong way
but you are a pussycat thief
killing my plants
then hiding your doing's under leaf

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Here I am in Greenwich park once again
to visit my aged and majestic friend
it's limbs reaching to the heavens
waiting to relinquish it's burden

My life to this great Oak is transitory
in less then 50 years my visits will become ephemeral
and as I, redundant of body then,
will be able the reach it's Acorn crown

To blend in it's greenery
merging with it's nature
to again become one with it
and watch the maelstrom of life's struggles


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

It begins in earnest now
the part I play as poet
soon quick atones me
an impatient fool like me

Breaking the barriers
so wanting to feel
inside my barren mind
full of so many lies

This insecure madness
a million miles from reality
this snot monster
from the edge of time

Watch my self destruction
as I try to help myself
in the monuments of time
where real justice gives credence

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Slithering at pace through grasslands looking for shelter
as the intensity of the sun beats down on this savannah
with it's darting tongue tasting the hot and arid air
serpent slender silent and full heads for it's liar.

It has been a good morning as the hunt has been fair
it has swallowed it's victims whole as it never tears
making good progress to reach it's rocky mound
midday is here this serpent should be underground.

A hurried sense of danger looms from overhead
by misfortune this serpent could well soon be dead
it sees a winged shadow drift slowly across it's path
many of his kind have fallen across this killers wrath.

The first deadly strike happens all too soon
numbness shields the pain of talons so sharp
for death has descended on this living being
as the cloak of darkness once more takes toll.


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Stardust envisioned in shattered windows
moonlight crying let it be as it falls to Earth
yet he still calls to twilight
and the stars he holds so dear

One day the caterpillar will fall from under his nose
then on that day he will wave and join that parade
waving in a pink tutu with wet hands
still with just stockings on his feet

He will dance with all and sundry
it really does not matter to him
he is hard as he can be
in gay bars calling himself Courtney

I sometimes wonder where he is
such a strange and freaky chap is this
I think I will call him Melvin
after writing this and give him a big wet kiss


By Christos AndreasKourtis aka NeonSolaris

It's April the 2nd, the day you were born
when my eyes met your perfect little form
my heart was overwhelmed with happiness and Joy
and giggled when your mother said oh no
because she was sure you'd be a boy

You're entry into this world gave us quite a start
as you flopped out still, I nearly swallowed my heart
was this an appointment with death you were keeping?
No! all things to be believed! you were sleeping!

The midwife woke you by picking you up
you kicked and cried like a hungry seal pup
another then pulled out soft paper towel's
laying them gently on the cold weighing scales
popped you down to see what you weighed in
I wanted to hold you my sweet little thing.

After some wriggles and screams
they got what they wanted, it seemed
then they left us alone and we gave you fuss
a new family was born that day ..... Us


By Christos Andreas Kourtis
By NeonSolaris
© 2008 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Up and down it flows,
round and round it goes,
where it stops we all know,
Roller coaster, Roller coaster.

Clacking down the tracks,
no one ever looks back,
never homeward bound,
that familiar sound,
Roller coaster, Roller coaster.

Hear the cries and pleas,
of punters filled with glee,
hair flying wind rushing,
Roller coaster, Roller coaster.

Never to want it to stop,
movement around the clock,
rush rush fast fast,
Roller coaster, Roller coaster.

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Do you think I'm pretty
pretty messed up
sure not sitting pretty
just pretty fed up

I am pretty broken
I am pretty forlorn
I am pretty pretty
I just slap the make up on

Do you think I'm pretty
I see no prettiness in me
just an ugly mother
that writes poetry

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

She With Killer Keen Eyes
With her cubs she does lay
the sun beats down intense
yet her and her kin are in the shade

She will teach them her hunting skills at night
as this is when visibility is not a premium
the pride will work together and mutually unite

Then through the long grass, crouch and stalk
hunting their most favourite prey
the young of zebras and antelopes

She does rule this pride
she is their majesty
she with killer keen eyes


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

To her grace she saved me
when I was on my knees
she did give me hope
I love her like a religion
I am her Poet outspoken

My devotion to the word
my sweet readers
one day it will **** me
yet it is not for me I push on
it is just for the words she graces me with

Yes I am outspoken about my love for her
that is why I called myself the dark star
she gave birth to a frustrated artist
that does not play by the rules
me this outspoken poetic fool

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)

Cascading from the skies they come
the little green and grey men
coming from the outer worlds
just to make crop circles again

Now call me sceptical
even call me critical
but they come all that way
just to make crazy crop circles

Why don't they just take some seeds
all the bleeding seeds they need
than fly back to their planetary homes
and just leave our ****** farmers alone


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Her cathedral is as black as night
her angels of death her sentinels
she is my glory and religion
my honored gothic queen

She spins me like a top
breaks me down to numbers
calls to me from the dark
her voice is so smooth and velvet red

She does love me I know
she calls me her favorite
and I never ever falter
never for my gothic queen

She who made me pure
and loyal to the darkness
her law is my bidding
anything for my gothic queen


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

As empires fall, brought to there knees

I know you will be down on it

this is why I love humankind

for maggots can never merit them

You and planet are deemed dangerous

so the sun will swallow you

just as you do

injustice disrespect

So let empires fall

let me hurt them for you

who are you kidding *****

as empires of Babylon fall

Your terror of hate is over

I reached that final day

you will take it up to the hilt

as if you were some serious gay

What a dusty subject

waiting to turn to dust

like my mother Earth

and the last of me

When you are gone

I will leave a marker

tell those that care

Humans lived here

By Christros Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

So long have I been on this lonely planet
so long a castaway on distant shores
so far from home
I pine no more

I build my castles in the sand
make them fleeting just for man
for this Robinson Crusoe is shy
to reveal himself, he would rather die

This is my island I call home
without claim I have a zone
and this holy place
I with conviction call home

For I am a castaway
one of Gods voices
and I stay
another castaway

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Her name is synonymous to freedom
she's a cloud breaker and love maker
she is the gold that I see in the sky
she of tender heart and tender life

Her warmth and light is truly life giving
never too much and never too little
she is just right
bids you her last of light
as she visits others in the night

She is a main sequence star
a big beautiful thing
she is the commander of summers
yet so shy in the months of winter
with heart tender as she is tender to life


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Hey is that part of real life
the grimy and ***** bits
oh ****...
sweep it under to carpet

Is that guy trying to say something more
can you not read between the lines
oh Jesus he said **** again
hey hey, just sweep that write under the carpet

Has freedom died and gone to heaven
did the thought police infiltrate your mind
well take this write too
and just sweep it under the carpet

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

You are as delicate as to lilac blossom
with slender arms that reach for heaven
your sensual movement mimics that of the tree
the rustling of the leaves are your whispers to me

You stand proud and austere
you're a blessing to be near
and to prune your branches
would be the cruellest of sins

Your dainty light perfume
the way you fill a room
my lilac, with such love such grace
my heart will always have a space
For you

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Do you know what it is like
to challenge a man like me
for I am not like you, you spotty squirt
with you're child toothpaste and acne cream

You do it just for a job
you don't give a sod
if I die
just one less off your work load

Have a go
they said in the old days
if you think your hard enough
I so love little.. kitty to play

The end comes to us all my helper
sweet helper with one hand on my wallet
where has honour gone
in my land called Great Britain

I will not mess you around
I will come to your lower ground
and smash your ***** ***
back down to your home Hell ... Fast


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Through olive trees in wooded groves
across sparkling streams swiftly he goes
in a golden chariot that is keenly pulled
by four black Panthers, to the joy of their lord

For this is Dionysus lawgiver wine drinker
god of peace son of Zeus and Persephone
he holds tight the reigns of vine and ivy
to reach the shrine of Apollo finally.

He dismounts his ride still holding his thyrsus
that fennel staff adorned with Ivy poisonous
topped with a titian pine tree cone
here to pay homage to one of his own.

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

You are such a fearless thing
in your twenties now and still alive
when I got that bike seat for you and me
to travel around on the back for all to see

Man I peddled fast on busy streets
with you cooing on the back seat
you loved the speed
so fearless indeed

Then that day that we were on our way
for your mothers to mine
down that steep hill with all the ramps
of many gradients unkind

We hit that rather big speed bump
and with an unnatural clunk
I knew something was amiss
I stopped, got off, goodness the seat was junk

There you were learning over
one of the supports were broken and gone
yet you smiled at me, my non plus tike
my sweet baby on my bike

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

He wants to marry me
in all of my poverty
so I put my glad rags on
skipping to the words of the gun

He wants to marry me
then to take me to Blackheath
there he wants to beat me
beat me close to death

Let the bells ring out
for he wants me beaten
he wants me to bleed
crimson joy falling from my sweet mouth

He wants to hate me forever
so he gives me a ring of barbed wire
then he smiles like the Devil
and beats me up again


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

151
1 I was small among my brothers,
and the youngest in my father’s house;
I tended my father’s sheep.

2 My hands made a harp;
my fingers fashioned a lyre.

3 And who will tell my Lord?
The Lord himself; it is he who hears.*

4 It was he who sent his messenger
and took me from my father’s sheep,
and anointed me with his anointing-oil.

5 My brothers were handsome and tall,
but the Lord was not pleased with them.

6 I went out to meet the Philistine,
and he cursed me by his idols.

7 But I drew his own sword;
I beheaded him, and took away disgrace from the people of Israel.

Mother do not cry
you know it will hurt me
this again, they do not listen
so as your altercate of you
I must fade
for they will never
never know you

Hush mother
remember I am a fighter
I am your burning rose
as you did shed your tears on me
yet I feel that Gethsemane feeling
I do hope for death
as I do fight for you

They will never know of me
as I die for you
die for you mother
die in dignity
la mia morte tua gloria
la mia luce vi guideranno
e ancora
diventeremo uno

Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Egyptian Queen

I met a queen many years ago
that looked the image of you
she had a talent for words
and shared it with the world

She was mine
and we made temples together
she had stars in her eyes
and she had stars in her mind

I called her sister in the old days
and somewhat have seen her again
she is a friend and poet
and I am glad to call her friend

So dear lady
I call you my Egyptian Queen

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Do you see that star in the belt of Orion
that was my home so many years ago
it still calls to me in time and space
they want me to return home again

See it twinkle then feel my heart beating fast
each pulse reaches out to me, calling me
soon do I fold space and time homeward bound
my wings will soon be fully repaired

I turn my face from your delicate frame
for you must not see the fire in my eyes
I lift my hands to the heavens
in vows I made many years ago

Will I miss this world of yours
no dear friends I will not
but I do promise you friends
that you will forget me not

Parting is not sweet sorrow
as I am from times mirrors
so watch her last supper
not a snack but a dinner


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

I watched her indecorous return
with no shame to her actions
and when I confronted her
she did not care one fraction.

Her way is venial carnal
a wicked child at heart
should of left her when I met her
from at the very start.

Yet before I knew it
her talons were deep within
and I cried because I love her
even with the sin, she brings.

Her temper tantrum nature
screams she should be obeyed
destroys my body and soul
in every single way.


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Forgive me my Lord
for the fever takes me over
I can't think to write
I feel like I am dying

The numbness in my body
is in unison with my mind
I am crippled at this point
yet I will write as much as you will

Your sun shines through my window
yet you know I am broken inside
so I will not pity the foolish me
called once again to be by your side

I did what you asked of me
all the wrongs you wanted
to your loving light
I do drift back again

And if they ask why
why I came back to your sky
smile my love at them
say, what is willed will be done

Oh father and mother
great architect of light
who granted me wings
asking me to now take flight

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

From the pier in that choppy sea
I could see a man in the water
I think he was waving at me
so I waved back for I thought I'd alter
and ******* the fella disappeared
I thought this was in frightfully bad taste

By gad's last time I will wave to someone
as I bathe in the midst of salty brine
Do you know,never saw the chap again
his displeasure as he sank under the waves
what nasty misgivings, confound him
by the cut of my tweed I do say, bounder I say

**** the fellow ....  I came here for fresh air
now I am out of sorts and at the sea I do stare


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Hers songs bring devastation
her lyrics are circled in death
she is my queen of darkness
and only for her do I draw my last breath

Battle in the skies
monster machines do scream
the call of duty
makes cold the call of life

Twenty thousand drop ships
making silent their deposits
the land will turn from green to red
till all of our enemies are dead

They gave us pills
so we would have nerves of steel
fighting to the last
remembering the wars of the past

From our gun blades we let out hell
to all the foes we do demoralize and ****
none will stand against us
deliriously drugged with nerves of steel

It was cold it was dark
with much murderous intent
in my world and space
it was a walk in the park


Bt=y Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I buff your feet man nearly everyday
then you give me a dollar, and walk
shinning proud on your way
and you wonder why baby
I have the shoe shine blues

On the corner I stand every day
just for you mister to shine your way
and I chit chat to you
whilst buffing your shoes
Man, I have the shoe shine blues

At Christmas I always know
that you, mister shining shoes
will give me a twenty dollar tip
and you lighten my day, you suited sh*t
so please please **** on my shoe shine blues


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

I skip hand and glove with the night
dance with shadows in the pale moonlight
my star maiden with her black veil starts to chant
I become twisted to the macabre and for her I dance

Twelve wolves gather on the hillside and start to howl
a bell chimes the welcome to my mystic midnight
I spill my warm blood in a protective circle around me
joining my brothers and sisters in our dark parliament

I am overjoyed to have been chosen
so I break the seal and open the casket
inside is a skull a quill and some parchment
and a note saying, welcome to the world of the macabre


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