• I’m a trickster, a magician, a jack-of-all-trades.
    My games are that of the mind.
    My words, twisted and twisting, said only to confuse those who bother to listen.
    Only few truly understand what I say and therefore stand with me, as if unable to stand alone…against me.
    I say what needs to be said, with subtleties.
    Listen carefully, and you’ll never be caught in my maze of articulation.
    My tricks of the mind, exist only to fool with mind.
    My magic is to fool the minds eye.
    The use of words almost a necessity, to attract what I need, to obtain what I desire.
    NO smoke, no glitter, no accomplice.
    Wishes to travel, to fly, to feel the sensation of a particular touch.
    Simply with the flick of my tongue and the words in my mind, I unveil a world incomparable to this reality. A height never-ending and of utter ecstasy.
    There is more to me than excellent expression in verbal form, of course.
    I read people, as they are an open book to me.
    My pages, however, are locked away.
    Filled with stories that shall never be read.
    Images, which shall never be seen.
    Words that pain, even me, to repeat.
    As I read people, I invade their minds.
    I come to understand what they want, what they need.
    But I go no further.
    Even the most experienced of all jacks know their limits.
    My eyes never waver, my lips never quiver, and my heart never races.
    I am a jack-of-all-trades, with a twist; I am the master of many.
    If you can stand my mind games and accept my magic.
    If you can read my pages and still come understand who I am.
    If I can give you what you truly desire,
    Then, maybe, you are a trickster, a magician, a jack of all trades.