I Am S.M.A.R.T.

 I am a

      

       S-pecific

      

       M-aestro;

      

       A-rticulate,

      

       R-esilient; and

      

       T-alented

I am

     S-pecific

Zeal doth burn in me, indeed acidic

Temperance, yet doth strike a balance with elements basic

In my stomach, glands do secrete the juice of the gastric

To yet appease this increasingly biting colic

The cure for which was not found in nothing garlic

My imagination runs wild, in a manner so artistic

Lines and strokes running in a race quite frantic

AS they try to connect, the energy feels indeed hectic

You could feel the pulse racing, almost hysteric

But there's prune and restraint; in a manner far from manic

Yet with the pause and caution of a detailed critic

Like two halves in a battle for the winning gimmick

What an amusement, watching such captivating frolic

What bout of speechless excitement, stumbling on rare relic

What words and exclamations breaking the bounds of the sonic

Feels like fire powered by an inexhaustible wick

Spreading in a manner so wild and sporadic

Overpowering even the strongest forces of the hydraulic

I am a

       M-aestro

Some call me a pro

Others prefer to call me a highly skilled bro

My works travel north to south like a crow

Fast as a jet, compact as a barrow

Their essence and message yet sharp as an arrow

Hitting their target, that most central hollow

Sentencing all agents of antagonism to the gallows

I am

     A-rticulate

Some may choose to describe me as machinate

Others would rather simply describe me as perfection incarnate

This flattery tempts me (in stagnancy) to hibernate

My energy and passion seem to fluctuate

As like an enormous balloon, I am tempted to inflate

I have to bring myself to focus and concentrate

Afresh; my mind with my goal-in-view, I do intimate

A derailment, I cannot allow you to create

Every distraction, I duly cremate

As I am charting a course I cannot afford you a chance to truncate

Opened windows, the stuffy room to aerate

My dear dreams to yet resuscitate

Dreams too precious, I shan't afford you a chance to dissipate

In such wasteful manner; like an unappreciative ingrate

Now isn't the time for a sun tanner

Now is the time to ready myself to fly the banner

I am

     R-esilient

On achieving my goals; I am dutifully bent

A cause for which I shall spend and be spent

All to ensure myself an ever progressive ascent

As I just cannot afford a step's descent

Please don't mind my egoistic accent

Neither yield to the temptation to resent

The easily mistakenable tone of my voice at present

Taking cognizance of its rather rare nature, persuasively insistent

Rather see in my one quite ardent

Permit your olfactory lobe to enjoy the aromatic scent

Emanating from my boiling hot perfume; rather effervescent

A fragrance; fragrantly fervent

You couldn't be more content

I am quite persistent

My persistence not an occasional event

Rather;

In my resilience, I remain yet decent

My decency availing me a rather perfect gent

The hands of Ma and Pa for so long have I been lent

Every errand on which I was sent

To which I both willingly and reluctantly went

Shapening me, thru the reform and remold of each and every area of dent

Harshness was what I thought it to be; feeling the pinch of the trident

Bending me into the perfect crescent

The shape and form for which I was meant (to take)

The goodness of properly tuned manners finding a comfortable vent

Now I happily dwell in my success-tent

Basking resplendent in manner and discipline; so affluent

I am

     T-alented

Yes I am talented

Or perhaps you prefer to call me gifted

Whichever, 'tis just English language being manipulated

The same intended illustration; only differently coated

The meanings I believe remains the same when translated

To the central language of humanity from which they both originated

I have talent

Have I any talent?

What is talent?

Is it some distinct gift of unknown advent?

At your renewable use on an unplayable or free rent

Or as some would describe it, a "natural endowment"?

Better still; some an unexplainable empowerment

For a performance higher than meager enablement

Rated by others as distinct and (or) excellent

Someone please call 911!

I seem to be stuck

Here I stand, caught up in this rare wind

Trying to give a defining explanation

To the form and nature of what they call, we call, I call TALENT

Which I very much believe is very much inside of me resident

Oh my!

I seem to have somehow stolen or impersonated

The identity of my very own self haply duplicated

Yet inside of me (in diverse manner) replicated

Certainly not manipulated

Only seemingly tailored after the pattern from which the real me originated

Or perhaps like multiple (several) mirrors, varyingly plated

Now seemingly manifest, though each and every had unknowingly previously emanated

Only now to my conscious consciousness each being correlated

That I waken as each and every battle to be most pontificated

Battling each other, yet at the expense of none; neither injured nor lacerated

Multiple individualities yet collectively coordinated

One beating pump, powering the blood thru my veins circulated

I am a

                S-pecific

               

                M-aestro

               

                A-rticulate

               

                R-esilient, and

               

                T-alented

I am S.M.A.R.T.




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