Jim The Bard (standard:poetry, 162 words)
Author: Jimmy Mason	Added: Sep 08 2007	Views/Reads: 2959/2	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A poem of myself that resembles so many others.

I tell tales. Stories from the darkest side of the brain I keep inside
the thick skull I call my own. 

I tell tales. Worlds born on wings of imagination where good & evil
things call home. 

I've got lots to rent out for other peoples darkest & brightest
fantasies. 

I've got enough space to believe all dimensions, worlds, & imaginations
come from my mind. 

I tell tales. Creation at it's finest. 

I tell tales. Characters & creatures, towns & times. 

Stories that confound normalcy & disarm reality. 

Stories that travel backwards & forwards in time. 

I tell tales. In olden days I would've been called Jim the bard. 

I tell tales. And it's really not that hard. 

I've got demons & angels, Monsters & children, Mountains & treetops,
Midgets & giants. 

I've got explosions & vacuum, Oceans & deserts, Sanity & sociopathic
natures. 

I tell tales. I do it well because it's what I do. 

I tell tales. How about you?


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