THE BARDS SCHOOL of THOUGHT / Jack and the Bards Talk

Jack and the Bards Talk...

Art man! ART!?

I approached with great trepidation, the key board attached to my computer, thinking?

Yes I Am!

Indeed I am... (Pauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuse)

So then... (Pauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuse)

I pondered its meaning and decided to seriously contemplate, the in depth hidden pathways of art. Of which are available, only to the most artful of artistry able to perform a balancing act amid the dark, dank, doom and gloom of: 'LET US BE A BY GONE AGE AND HAVE DONE WITH IT FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!"

Please pass all fields of attention to the front and do not conspire to turn away from the unrrrrrrrrrrraveling dexterity of the art ist!

Sat I replenished with the leaven of heaven, expounding the beautitimusness, of all concerned with life and the gentle wind that blows through the halls of our bedevilment!

Held I in ore' the crumbling decay of: 'All hail the mighty and the rise'! THE RISE OF the very next achievement.

But wait!

What is this misery unfolding with the dwindling of my profit?
Ought I not wait and watch to see what gives ankh to the next drop of greatness that will come galloping over the field as a white horse, anxious to recover its horn of plenty?

Oh where is my art!?

My, my eye

That beholds a destiny so great, that most are blinded by its accuracy.
Hic!