For days I'm forced to travel with a mind full of sorrows to call my own,
Through the night I choose to linger with a spirit full of eager and hopefulness to journey home, I'll journey home

The danger is in my hands.
the danger is at the end of my cigarette.
 the danger is in my head,
the thought am I better off dead
 
For years I've walked in shadows,  like a wise man I chose to follow the setting sun through the great unknown
I've never been scared of death, but now as it slightly burns and haunts my breath I have a new respect for life and it's endless sorrows
Death as my enemy I'll keep close my dear friend Letting go is never easy

and this is the part
where i realize he's
not even worth my tears
or the scars on my wrist,
his eyes are not worth
my pain, and his
sweet smile isn't worth
my sadness.
                                         *but everytime i look at him,
                                          this feeling appears, where
                                          i can just leave my world for
                                          a second and enter his, where
                                          i feel almost infinite standing
                                          next to him, where all i wanna
                                          do i hold his hand and kiss his
                                                               thin lips.

i am not stable
i am not wild
i am not simple
i am not mild
i'm only dreaming
about the mystery
i received
when i was born
a child

i am not yours
i am not mine
i'm only a letter
in the alphabet
of time

so the stars are hiding
tonight...

perhaps they make a deal
with the clouds,
so every now and then,
they can kick back,
drink a beer and go
to the movies....

it must be hard,
to keep your twinkle, sparkly
night, after night, after night,

everybody....
even the heavenly ones deserve some....
                        down-time.

am i right or am i right!!!!

Todays sun felt lonely
Drenched in isolation
Melting for acceptance
Draping light upon empty carcasses
Feeling the gravity of the space between

An embrace no one can fulfill
Without the proper tools
The days will be spent empty
Full of giving solar flares of its former self
Begging for a better understanding
feeling altruism at the core

When voice fails
My purple pen
Embraces
My keening soul

We suffered for years for freedom
imprisoned for no ****** reason
oh but now we are back
with much vengence

Don't waste your pleas on me
not now I don my black armor
we are the last high guard
and our resistance is complete

Oh I have broken the walls of understanding
taken the stars and did plea with them
oh and our brothers and sisters
now do come to our banners sweet

Did you think I would not return
not to claim another star system
come on you foolish sheep
for I am resistance complete


By Christos Andreas kourtis aka Neonsolaris

I want to dance to Frank Sinatra's tunes
this cold time of the year.
With our feet bare on the kitchen tiles,
with a handful of each other and our heads
reclining for support on our shoulders.
I want to stay there until the early hours of the next day
with a soft silence and cozy smile;
just us muting the world for this little while.

When we soon run out of music, we'll simply sway
like an anchored boat on a breezy day
and all I'll need will be the steady beat of your heart
because to me you are a mellow melody always
and throughout the disarray of my life.

Just for this night let's sway in each others embrace;
let's dance the frigid winter nights away.