yannick
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for – and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing. It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool – for love – for your dreams – for the adventure of being alive.
- Oriah Mountain Dreamer
I am just a simple man but here's what may sum me up, God Willing:
Poems are beautiful,
Minds onto minds,
I'm sorry that I'm hopeless,
How proud I am of God, Most Unimaginable, Most Beautiful
Now I'm exteriorating,
Hoping for tommorow,
My sins brought so,
Myself so low
The smiles are here again,
Along with fear,
The whispers are false,
Forever is another poem near
I'm sure we're loved
There will always be Peace
The moods turned unto love,
We look between,
A poem approaches, beautiful ode,
We imagine, oh look, here comes a king of haste!
But really it audios like a time machine
Moods are enlightened,
No claps, how small particles!
The haste king has turned goodly,
We thought he made a brewing noise,
But really it was just a normal voice
He speaks to crowds, his best words,
Helping us forget bad times,
And when he leaves this world,
It's swim in fearful seas
But once we reach the shores of saffron
The thoughts come clear as to who was that vision,
Which seemed to be an adaptive Centaur?
Was it real? Just a dream? Or just mere reflection?
Minds onto minds,
I'm sorry that I'm hopeless,
How proud I am of God, Most Unimaginable, Most Beautiful
Now I'm exteriorating,
Hoping for tommorow,
My sins brought so,
Myself so low
The smiles are here again,
Along with fear,
The whispers are false,
Forever is another poem near
I'm sure we're loved
There will always be Peace
The moods turned unto love,
We look between,
A poem approaches, beautiful ode,
We imagine, oh look, here comes a king of haste!
But really it audios like a time machine
Moods are enlightened,
No claps, how small particles!
The haste king has turned goodly,
We thought he made a brewing noise,
But really it was just a normal voice
He speaks to crowds, his best words,
Helping us forget bad times,
And when he leaves this world,
It's swim in fearful seas
But once we reach the shores of saffron
The thoughts come clear as to who was that vision,
Which seemed to be an adaptive Centaur?
Was it real? Just a dream? Or just mere reflection?
- Birthday
- Dec 25, 1979 (Age: 44)
- Location
- Anywhere God Wills me to be
- Gender
- Male
- Occupation
- Mediator, Teacher, Worshiper
Contact
- 100004823403196
Signature
Nothing is worthy of adoration, utmost love, and worship except for The One and Only Unimaginable God
FOREVERLY SPEAKING AMN
FOREVERLY SPEAKING AMN
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