Tim StiX alias Tim Styx. Manic Master of The Internet of Things and The Sober Bard.
www.TimStiX.com
An ideal universe would enable us to churn the perfect, enlightened article from a neural bank of epiphany and musings. A dash of sauciness and a pinch of seasonal wisdom; turn the handle and out pops a gift-wrapped, blue-ribbon article, enchanted with contemporary appeal. All shiny, new, and ready for a Vocal audience: on-the-line, in anticipation of our latest prodigy.
By Tim StiX3 years ago in Journal
Where do you go When you've given it all And there's nothing more left to give How do you know If you stumble and fall
By Tim StiX5 years ago in Poets
What is love? A deep attachment of two or more sentient beings? A companionship of more than just friends? Can it be both joyous and painful?
Pale light filters through the drapes of my bedroom window as I drop out of slumber. It must be early because my room is cold and crisp from the cool of sunrise.
By Tim StiX5 years ago in Humans
What is love but an equal partnership between lovers. If true, it does not question or blame, it does not compete or accuse.
By Tim StiX5 years ago in Proof
Albert Ross oh Albatross Mystic of the sky Come to me Ship of sea Soar down from on high Master Ross young Albatross
Petals pucker forth like lips Radiance and bliss Soft caressing fingertips A lover's tender kiss Pink for grace, red for love
Beauty in Prose - Untamed and Free Her writing sings for all to see Beauty in prose without predictability A handsome face
What is the Secret to the perfect image sizing on Vocal? That was a question that I struggled with when I first started writing for Vocal. In reality, it was not the question that was important but the solution.
By Tim StiX5 years ago in Photography
How to create an Icon / Logo for Your Website Today we are going to create a Logo with a mask that simulates a bevelled edge.
By Tim StiX5 years ago in 01
Another noonday of bleakness, awake in Paradise with weakness! Where to turn? Where to go? Feel the burn? Earth spinning slow . . . JUST LET ME OFF!
Look at my face And PONDER . . . Changing of the Seasons A human race At gale pace will breeze on Now, then, where, when
