Tim StiX alias Tim Styx. Manic Master of The Internet of Things and The Sober Bard.
Sleep cracks, as lids flutter in dream Georgie Porgie has vented his spleen A melon-tinged bird appears on the wing Take me back gilded horse, Madame Queen, Mrs King Mary Contrary with buzzard and cheese ...
Flood of Fools
Feel the warmth of flooding poison Neurons pinging, receptors singing, endless shit stops flinging Little grey cells, all bathed and moistened
A Friendship in Image and Prose
A homage to our memories together. A path, a journey, a colorful roll of film laid out before us. Each frame, a day, a year, a page in our relationship.
Ripe Pair of Melons
A middle-aged lass from St Helens Had the towns plumpest pair of melons She howled in disdain When left out in the rain They were pinched by a couple of felons
I Like Coke
I really kinda like Coke No not the type that sends you broke The stuff you store on the floor And drink through a straw
Onions are Red
Sticking to You Roses are red Violets are blue Rhyming is sweat So I’m sticking with glue Sticking with glue, nice! But the rhyme is too simple.
Bards of Avon
While the Jester rolls and fools for laughs And the Author scrives for reads Bards of Avon charm for fatted calf Armed with verse and lute and reed
Defining a Vocal Tradition – Part 2
How will I spend my $2.19? 60 Days In Here I am, sixty days into defining a Vocal Tradition. With fourteen articles and three poems, combining for a total of, 365 reads and $2.19.