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.”
"Pen to paper Heart to mind Intertwined Feelings and thoughts Combined I am at peace Silent Serene Within myself From me flow These words- Expressions of my heart Representations of my thoughts"
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.”
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
Flowers are too delicate
Wine, too strong
Honey, too sweet
Me, too perfect
You, too good
She, just excellent
Not quite,
Just she
*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.
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
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...
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
I know I said we’d make it work
Work it out, take away the hurt
Guess all I spoke was wasted words
Now reality’s my yesterday’s fears
You made your move and broke it off
Called me up, told me you’d had enough
Guess I thought I could do without
Guess I was right, I have no doubt
1. King Philip secretly ordered the mass arrest of all the Knights Templar in
2. In numerology, the number 12 is one of completeness (12 hours of the clock, 12 months of the year etc); 13 transgress this wholeness, representing discord and destruction.
3. In the traditional tarot deck, the 13th card is the death card.
4. There were 12 Knights of the Round Table and King Arthur-An alliance of 13: Arthur died, tragically.
5. Did you consider that there were 13 participants at the Last Supper? The last supper before Christ was crucified?
6. Did you know that Jesus received the Magi on the 13th day of His life on earth?...The beginning of His end…?
7. In Norse mythology, the number of gods that resulted in the activation of Ragnarok (the beginning of the end) is 13.
8. In
9. 13 colonies formed the USA, the most powerful country in the world…with a city dubbed The Sin City (besides this, USA relies heavily on 13 in symbolism in other instances….is the USA bound for damnation or is it intrinsically full of iniquity…) *evil laugh*.
10. There are traditionally 13 steps leading up to a gallows; a walk of 13 steps to your death…morbid much.
11. Apollo 13 was the only unsuccessful mission by the
12. There are 13 ancient Crystal Skulls; pretty, but faaaaar away from anything good.
13. There are 13 ‘gates’ of the body of the human woman: 2 eyes, 2 ears, 2 nostrils, 1 mouth, 2 breasts, 1 navel, 1 anus, 1 urethra and 1 vagina…Daddy always said women were dangerous :)