I typically go by Karlo, seeing as that’s my name. 
Quite frankly, if you actually knew me, it’d never be the same. 
My paradigms, visions, memories give shape to my progressing form. 
Not yet fully developed; like the calm before the storm.

My opinions, views, and beliefs run deep, even oceans now seem shallow. 
A quality world so intricate and firm, one might even consider it hallowed. 
I’ll not my beliefs upon you; such arrogance, my hatred burns. 
But respect and tact should be common sense, through experience, I’ve learned.

I’d even create a great facade to maintain this subtle rapport. 
I’d falsify my ability to rhyme in quatrains, perhaps, I’m not quite sure. 
But with merely shallow simulacra, my persona can’t be defined. 
No labels, archetypes, or characterizations could it ever be assigned.

Let no words gain such power to create a visage of my ever yearning spirit. 
Such imperfections shan’t be perceived, let alone with words ever coming near it. 
Perhaps I’m over reaching the boundaries of my literary scope. 
But hopefully I’ve explained, as plain as I am, that words are beautiful, I hope.

Unless you’ve met me, our only tie is pixels upon a screen. 
With words, I hope I’ve shown you the “me” no one’s ever truly seen. 
But even if my convoluted thoughts confused you more than intended. 
The message is clear, no person is one colour, but a variety of them blended.

So with a parting note, I’ll say again, I’m Karlo, yeah, that’s my name. 
Now you’ve had a glimpse of my true nature, will you still look at me the same?

A bit random, lol. Here's the original blog and explanation: (click).