Self-fine tuning



© 2014 Roland Ediare 91652504-26-5-19-20

Someone to look up to
Something to look forward to
Someone to chase
That's the person I became.

Looking up to myself
Semblance of my vision
A look into the mirror
I see resilience and tenacity.

It's him that understand most.
He invigorates my imagination
As I humble my spirit
Stirring up my soul.

In him I vantage my visage
Talent vision and style
Exhilaratingly original
Understanding who I am.

I look up to the skies
I see a perfect picture
Knowledge amasses even more
Clearer purpose even for sure.
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Submitted on August 21, 2014

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Scheme A BBXX XCAX XCXX XXXX XAAA
Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 524
Words 95
Stanzas 6
Stanza Lengths 1, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4

Roland 'KingShip' Ediare

I'm a man sold-out to The God of JesusChrist...I preach Him in & out of Season...-I I love life, laughter and being myself...I'm "BRASH"; usually not a 'respecter of persons'...I practically speak things as they are with a pragmatic intent. ...And I'm usually Very PASSIONATE about whatever I speak or do...lol ...Regarding my poetry: I usually put on a character and a subject that I'm passionate about...It brings me close to deliver my passion as the real characters would feel...As close as I can get if the 'subject' was me....someday 'Beyond the Sky' will be my reach. "Deo Volente!...Please Enjoy my poems, most of them are quite deep; so when you read try to get outside 'The Box'; because ...I write from outside the box...And Remain Blessed. Then before you rate Google the meaning of unknown word, you do not know it all...How do you fault what you do not understand...the burden of understanding is never on the giver of information, but on the recipient...Anyway thanks. more…

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