How the people and influences around you define you become who you are. No one can dispute this. We grow or wither from the treatment of the masses. Family, Friends, Acquaintances. Whoever decides to cross your path, though destiny or should I say "though Jesus", will define your perceptions for a lifetime. Being who I am. Asian/Moorish, Handsome most realistic eyes possible. With the add pleasure of being a man of god, How can I go wrong? I can't. God know what he is doing. Once you know who you are, and you're happy with that person the world is a magnificent place. And if you don't like it, Change it. With that you'll be all right. Believe in the power of god and yourself. Witch we call it faith. Don't allow anyone to change the perceptions you have. They say don't become bias of your Situation just learn from them. What you think of Jesus and yourself is the Magical key to the awakening of the spirit, and the strength of God.
I am Talented, College Educated, Self motivated person how like to do new things. I am someone who doesn't have game, but all I have is I. That means, I don't play games. I am someone who takes life serious to the fullest and I know how to take care of my responsibility. I have style, class, and most of all intelligent.
A poem for you!!!!
;"SOUL TO SOUL" We sit somewhere quiet where the sun strains to be, remnants of light creep to the place where your fingers touch the side of my face just where the hairs lay softly against my skin. I touch your hand slowly turning it over and you tremble as I kiss the edge of your palm. Your heart races and I look deep within you knowing I see your soul. Your eyes close deeply and thinks: And I fill nothing else closes itself around me so gently and deeply, all I hope is that you'll continue to realize, you are the essence of my existence, I wait for the next time I'll share space with you. Realizing with every kiss that I give a part most special of me around your soul. Pouring all of me into you waiting for the moment when we're completely together
COMPASSION:
My compassion is Honeysuckle from the vine. I place my lips upon the delicate petals and savor the taste of the juices that drip slowly onto my waiting lips. Tasting each drop of sweetness from its small concealing buds. In open my mouth and lose myself in the taste of a new found love.
Arigatoo gozaimasu (Thank You!)
">
