I belong to a Pirates Ship.

This is my religion:Serventhood /Puritanistic In every approach (Jesuit)

I can always with you.

Gased in chambers I let no sound.
i arrive to disquiet gestures i vouch for no-
one, I also  make no spirited triumphs of diety
Being in the state of minds i relate to the Sun and Moon
I let the the promise of guarantee foster my care
This is my religion: To let it be in a place of unapproachable light
I could though count, the sum of my fears, and
And recount them to Diety.

The Public Place House.

He soul searches himself with me in his mind

Those decisions are about SEX.

I lost life lines once.

Transfigured.

I made it stonger.

A sense of ceremonial in being.

Truth.

I do want you someway.

May not be able to datail to perfection what i want from you but i  do want you to want me. To be somehow and somewhere a possibility of ENCOUNTER.

A pheonix in my consciousness.

Confidence interplays trust

I finished the emotion.

Intent

I found out neither stranger ends was hunger to iron clad of rations  where musings are the death compliance to origional intent.

Point of view.

I  was crazy but never brave.

A brave admission to the telepathic sums of  my pysche  I was never here

45 years in Tiibet.

Tibet.

I spent 45 years in Tibet
Knowing not the cost of the summon
I couldn't have told the toll
I washed guiltless sanctions to save my own soul
I used the soap of modern art to reconcile the tradgidies of my make-up
All could walk away with was a temperate dispose to a life thought could not be born out of mechanics o paramour.
I  wonder as to who had my cultural affiliates in her psyche

I was made her the throes of Tibet.

I spent 45 years in Tibet ,  only to end up havinging  used up the cloth of my ministral duties as my means to Bear weight.