A Brief, Poetic Portrait of Me,
     In Rhythmic, Well-Timed Poetry:

          Creativity and the artistic touch;
     both endeavors I enjoy so much.
     Drawing pictures whenever I'm bored:
     while Mr. Ball lectures on, on the board.
     Designing theme parks, just to pass time,
     and inventing new toys for reason and rhyme.
     I'm always planning out computer games,
     and doing animation in freeze-action frames.
     And when my homework becomes a mess
     playing the piano relieves my stress.
     As an all around guy, with no T.V.
     these are the things that appeal to me.
          Sitting in thought at the top of a cliff,
     walking through flowers and taking a whiff.
     I love the places outside my home,
     the out-of-doors, where I'm free to roam.
     To find a scene and halt and gaze,
     and let all reality melt into haze.
     A world we've got completely free-
     this is something that appeals to me.
          An easy way to describe my room
     is as an archeologist's dream-find tomb.
     An assortment of a million projects
     clutter my room and desks with objects.
     My claymation hobby is having a rest:
     each critter peaks out from its personal nest.
     Technological interest is perfectly clear,
     along with a myriad of diversions I rear.
     And although my desktops are rarely seen,
     I keep my floor incessantly clean.
     This is so others can come in and see
     my room full of things that appeal to me.
          I've taken the path that lies over there,
     the divergent one, to make people aware
     that, despite that "going with the flow"
     seems today to be way most folks go,
     most of those who do the flowing
     have no real idea where they are going;
     and being one who's lost at sea
     is not an idea that appeals to me.
          I thrive on my friendships, they are a must,
     built on foundations service and trust.
     Spending my time, what little I have,
     with family and friends is this world's best salve.
     For what good is my creativity
     if all I can do is spend it on me?
     What is the beauty of outdoor sights
     if it is only defined beauty in my own rights?
     And I waste a lot of time cleaning my floors
     if I never will stop to open my doors.
     For I need a friend, in all I do or see,
     to share in the things that appeal to me.