Would You...?

If I took a vow on life

That I’d love you for all time

Would you let me in your heart?

Would you let us never part?

If for you I stole the stars

And I wrapped them in my love

Placed this firm upon your heart

Would you let me hear your heart?

If my heart echoed your pulse

And all others’ words were false

Kismet bid our love take flight

Would you let me be your light?

Always

In my darkest hour

It is you I see

In my deepest prayer

It is of you I think

When I’m broken and torn

My spirit weary and worn

When everyone’s gone

You’re always with me

When they stop believing in me

And everything’s an impossibility

When the winds blow strong and cold

The pressures of life slowly unfold

When I fall down, tumble and roll

You’re always with me

And when I turn my back against your face

Disregard your teachings and your ways

Sprout proud wings and take flight

Forget that it was to you I cried

And you who my tears did wipe

You’re always with me

You’re always with me

Loss

So I cried a tear today

For a love lost yesterday

And all Neptune’s might

Could not rival the strength

Of the pain

Of the tear

That was cried today

For the tear was birthed

Of the pain

Of a loss

Of a love immaculate;

A love beyond Aphrodite

Beyond time’s eternity

A love beyond life and death

And all that lies in-between

And all that cannot be seen;

For this love was a beauty beyond Helen

Was a pleasure beyond Ambrosia

A treasure beyond the chests of Persia

A reality

Beyond the simplicity of words!

So I cried a tear today

For a love lost yesterday

A love lost

To the depths

Of Neptune's blue.

Shakespearan Homoeroticism

So my English Higher Level class is reading Shakespeare’s ‘The Tempest’ and I’m having a blast! From hearing Prospero profess his undying love to Miranda for ‘preserving him’, to seeing Miranda go weak in the knees from inner-thigh tremors when she meets Ferdinand for the first time and ‘e’er sighs’ for him, ‘The Tempest’ is laden with sexual undertones in the words of all the characters (ok…more like half). Funnily, quite a while ago I read some theory about how Shakespeare’s work contains a lot of sexual references (can’t remember what exactly). But when a classmate mentioned that Prospero’s dialogue with Miranda was took sexually-connotative and that he was definitely quenching his lustful thirst in an incestuous manner, it set of a chain reaction of finding naughtiness in all Shakespeare’s characters. My favourite by far, though, has to be from Ariel to Prospero, probably because I didn’t expect homosexual yearnings (or quenchings of yearnings?) to be expressed so openly in Shakespeare’s time:

“Ariel:

All hail, great master! Grave sir, hail! I come

To answer thy best pleasure – be’t to fly,

To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride

On the curled clouds. To thy strong bidding task

Ariel and all his quality.”

hmm…What say you?

Prelude to Our Conclusion

I see Us dying before e we’ve been born

A light that could have been

Dimming into nothingness

Darkness

One that dominates my senses

Stimulates my memory

To a time beneath the velvet skies

Under the canopy of glistening celestial diamonds

In my mind

The fragrance of your hair still plays coyly with my nostrils

The caress of your hands still tingle my skin

Like the sea breeze on a warm night

I can still feel the silkiness of your skin

The suppleness of your flesh

Your eyes still speak a truth beyond words

And your lips

Oh those lovely beckoning lips

Their cherry sweetness still remains unknown to me

Yet who says tt ever will be

For now it seems there is more than I can see

There remains too much unsaid

Too little told

Too much held back

A growing gap

An ‘Us’ that’s growing slowly cold

She

Flowers are too delicate

Wine, too strong

Honey, too sweet

Me, too perfect

You, too good

She, just excellent

Not quite,

Just she

An(Tye)504

*Drumroll*!!! TYE!!!

So my blogger name has evolved from ‘antye504’ to ‘Tye’. It’s different…but not so different [an(Tye)504]. Reason is simple: ‘Tye’ is my personal muse that is also me. Some may term it alter ego but that’s just spooky; I call it my muse that is also my self. It is what I call my creative force and my creative self.

Why the change? Well, ‘Tye’ evolved from a pretty lame alteration (I will not reveal it) of my real name ‘Nana Takyi’ by someone; sounded something like a British accent gone wrong. Then my best friend modified it to ‘Tye’. And I began sign off various things as ‘Tye’. Then I began to sign my writings and poetry, and began to sing as ‘Tye’.

Then I began to contribute to another blog and for the comfort of anonymity, became ‘antye504’; Just in case I said something radical or worst case scenario plain stupid it would not be traced back to me. It’s my email address too so it was kind of convenient in a weird kind of way. Then I started ‘Expression & Poesy’ and the error carried forward. But the games up.

I’m still Nana Takyi Baffour-Awuah, antye504, Tye, whatever you know me as, but when you read pieces of my ‘mind-soul’ you will see ‘posted by Tye’ at the bottom because it is less confusing and because ‘Tye’ creates them…at least for now.

Graduation

It’s sad to think

That one of these days

My friends

With whom I shared

My golden days

Those whom I love

My comrades

Will have to go

Their diverse ways

It hurts to picture

That bright morn

Where there is laughter

But I mourn

For friends

I’ll never encounter

When we’re gone

It breaks my heart

Yet I’ll pull through

For I know that

With old friends

Will go old foes

And with coming days

New comrades

Sometimes I Miss Us...

Sometimes I miss us

Miss your lips and the bliss of your touch

Miss the hurt; when we healed it was heaven

Miss your voice in my ear

Miss telling you that I care

Miss loving to love you

Miss the eternity of your eyes; I could drown in them for all time

Miss having you in my head

Miss holding you in my heart

Miss misunderstanding your complexity

Miss the stillness of your breathing

Miss the uniqueness in your imperfections

Miss the stirring in my spirit when I held you

Miss the home my soul found in you

Sometimes I miss us...

Shards of a Shattered Heart ...3

Yet I still want you, I won’t lie

My heart’s ripped up, yet I won’t cry

And there it lies, there in your eyes

The broken shadow of our fallen love

I can feel your heartbeat in your spoken words

I can hear the melody, the music of your soul

It’s to the tune of the words my heart calls