It’s New Years
And I walk the streets
Longing for my love
From another life
Like a ghost
To the world

It’s Valentine’s Day
And I walk the streets
Longing for my love
From another life
Like a ghost
To the world

It’s Easter
And I walk the streets
Longing for my love
From another life
Like a ghost
To the world

It’s Mother’s Day
And I walk the streets
Longing for my love
From another life
Like a ghost
To the world

It’s Canada day
And I walk the streets
Longing for my love
From another life
Like a ghost
To the world

It’s labour day
And I walk the streets
Longing for my love
From another life
Like a ghost
To the world

It’s thanksgiving
And I walk the streets
Longing for my love
From another life
Like a ghost
To the world


It’s Halloween
And I walk the streets
Longing for my love
From another life
Like a ghost
To the world

It’s rememberance day
And I walk the streets
Longing for my love
From another life
Like a ghost
To the world

It’s Christmas
And I walk the streets
Longing for my love
From another life
Like a ghost
To the world

During the Tang Dynasty
A yellow haired
Girl from Lunan came to a small Han town
To escape the bandits
There she met a
Shaolin monk
Of the similar age
They fell in
Madly in love
And only met up at midnight
That was when
He taughted her his ways
And they would kiss
And couple
She wanted to bring him to her
Home
So she felt loved and safe
Their travels
And love affair
Ended tragically when
Her love interest
Was struck down
That’s when she became a nun
While carrying their
Love child
But she soon took to the *****.

There in Carleton Place
Was a female tibetan
Yakuza
Who looked at her tantric
Tattoos on her back
At the lovers in the tattoo
And cries
As it reminds of her
Monk lover she left
In another life.
A life in mideval Tibet.
Wondering where he is
In life.

We met in
A simple land
In a simple time
The people shunned
Us because your were a senior Lama
And I was young woman
We were both broken souls
Who fell in forbidden love

Now things are not
As simple
I am still a broken soul
A loner
Who turned tough
Until I had visions of you
And our love
But was in denial
Until I realized you loved
Me.
Still.

Love is strange
One in the  remote mountains
Lived an a evil Tibetan Lama
Who was exiled from
The monastery
For practicing
Tantric necromancy
So he can bring
His lover
A younger woman
Still a girl
Who died a year ago
The he practiced Buddhism
And his evil ways
Until he started
Vision being back
With his lover
She came back
Body mind and spirit
When the Lama
Saw her at the door way
He heart rejoiced
And he was both
Enlightened and fall
Back in love.
She was as beautiful
As the day he met her
After hearing her sweet voice
They kissed
Their tounges meet and dance
The Lama god between his
Undead lover’s legs
They coupled
Tenderly and passionately
So he wouldn’t hurt her.
For he did not want to hurt her
Or break
His heart again.

With billy idol’s
flesh for fantasy playing
I noticed you
Climbing into my bed
I first saw your shadow
Then you
It was you yeshe
My love
While cuddling
And kissing
You got between me
And we started
To slowly couple.
It felt familiar
Like in our past lives
In the mustang.
It felt loving
Then it ended me saying
Kayrangla gawpo yo
And then a kelaphe.
Good bye
With a broken heart
Until the next time.

I was the full moon
Lighting up
The dark night sky
Bring the night
To life
You were the sun
Who was enlightened
And bright light
To the world
Being the source of
Knowledge
And life
Only at dawn
And at dusk
We will couple as
Forbidden lovers

This is my
Nightly lament
I try every summer night to find
The face of my lover
In the stars
A lover from
Long ago.

This is my
My nightly lament
I try to every winter night
To find
The face of my lover
In the northern lights  
A lover from
Long ago.

This is my
nightly lament
I try every spring night
To smell him in the flowers
Remembering coupling in the flowers.
A lover from
Long ago.  

This is my
nightly lament
But tonight
Halloween
The moon is full

I am able to find
Your gentle
And compassionate
Face with the sparkle
In your eye
On the moon
Lama Tsang
My love.

In the moonlight
Spirits of two lovers
Dance
A ghostly dance
The spirit of a senior monk
And a young woman
Dancing hauntingly
Then they kiss
And soon the appreciations
Smokey disappear
It is said that
It happens in autumn.

Sorry boys
But my heart
Belongs to another
Who I met thousand years ago
At a much simpler time
A Tibetan Lama
We fell in love
And our souls
In sinc
Karmic trying
To fine eachother.

I was his secret lover
His unspoken pet
Our relationship
Never spoken about.
For I was a young lady
From North America
And you
Were the young Dalai Lama
It was the 60’s
When we first met
I couldn’t resist
Kissing you
And your cute
Yet handsome face.
When we kissed
I looked in your eyes
And I
Found my self in a
Another world
Another dimension
Something that I did not
Know existed.

Thuk-jay-che Kuan Yin
For protecting me
Through this life

Thuk-jay-che Kuan Yin
For helping me
To nurture my gifts
And nourish my body

Thuk-jay-che Kuan Yin
For showing me
Why I am on this planet
For bring justice

Thuk-jay-che Kuan Yin
For encouraging me
Through my parents
My creative side
My artistic side.

As I listen to animal collective
I shut my eyes
And I see a pond
With
Lotus flowers
Each in the colour of a chakra
Floating in the water.  

As I listen to animal collective
I shut my eyes
Thinking I am drifting
To sleep
But my head rested
On the lap of Buddha
Instead of the pillow

As I listen to animal collective
I imagine that
I am in the land
Of my ancestors
My face
And limbs
being tickled to death
By prayer flags.
I giggle.

As I listen to animal collective
My ears
And conciseness
Race from
My being
And coming with the universe.

The nurled twisted
Finger of karma
That finger
Has a ****** of a hangnail
Best to
Behave cause
Karma is watching.
Don’t behave
And it will bite
You
In buttocks
And scratch you with that
Nurled twisted finger

Spreading the truth
Helpful
Useful member of society
Not garbage
Not ****
Everest submitting mountaineer
Deserving of happiness

Shunned
Tough times and life
Ignorance of others
Gifted girl
Medication being taken
Attempted suicide many times

The trees are
Lit up
Like Los Vegas
Te front yards
Lit up
Like Los Vegas
Some many colours
All pretty
It’s hard to chose
A favourite
So not
To be discriminatory
I just all
Christmas lights
As my faves
No matter the colour.  



Merry Christmas to every person on this ball.

I have eyes of
Green jade
I am down with that
It’s me
And I am beautiful


I have hair of
Black coal
I am down with that
And I am beautiful

I have
Skin of olive
Bordering on brown
I am down with that
And I am beautiful a beautiful mind

I have
A issues galore
Like Oren Ishii
From **** bill
I am down with that
I have a
Brilliant
And beautiful mind
Everyone is all a little crazy too.

My name
Is the colour
Of the heart chakra
I gues I am
All heart
The colour of grass
The colour of green apples
The colour of summer leaves
The colour of
Jeffrey Star’s new lipstick
All with heart
Cause
Green is the
Colour
Of the heart chakra.

I
Got a notice
On the freaking
Facebook
That a piece of embarrassing
Art
Went viral
That I did not
Want to
Is like Ebola
Now everyone
Thinks that I
Madly in love
With the Dalai Lama.
I am a loser.  
Embarrassing.

Like a freak
Ostrich
I try to stick my
Pretty face
In a hole
And breaks
My **** nose.
Ouch!!!
Fidget spinner!!!!
Embarrassing.


Then fumbled
With dinner
And the food
Goes
Flying
Because of art
And
Broken nose
Flying at my
Dad.
****
Embarrassing.

So i am wondering what makes people
abandon me so quickly.
It’s not like I am
garbage or ****.
But why is it when I
Try to find
My other half
They ghost me.  

So I am wondering
How do I scare
People off
When it comes to
Romance
Is it the
Fact that I
Am mixed
Or is it
That I ain’t causasoid.  
Am I a freak.

So I am wondering
Why the only
People who love
Me are family
Why do I have no game
It’s not like
I got
Ebola
Or
Lepersy.

They meet in a
Web of prayer flags
Near a stupa
A younger woman
Nebo
And a senior Lama monk
Gently
Passionately
And tenderly kiss
And embrace.
Their love forbidden
Hidden
Behind the prayer flags.

In a small town
Not far away from mustang
A young woman
Broken in spirit
Went to a monastery
For refuge
But ended up
Falling in love with a senior Lama.
When they were alone
The young lady
And the Lama
Expressed their love for each other
Emotionally
Verbally
And physically
As they couple
They don’t realize
That the abbot
Watched them
In the forbidden act
And
Had cursed them.
For eternal rebirth
Forever finding one
Another.

There near the city
Of Kutcha  
There stands
A beacon tower
Going there
To the top
Of the tower
Every clear night
To gaze at the stars
To find the find
The face of my love
Who died
As we came here
A Tibetan Lama
I hope to see his face
In the stars
Watching me with love
Guiding me with love
How I loved him.

Little red
Wildflower
A Poppy
In a field with others
Like him
Gently sway in the in the breeze
Sometimes watching the other
Poppies
Sometimes
a couple of lovers
Coupling.

Yeshe
My darling
I haven’t forgotten you
Nor have I given up
I just stopped
So I can delvope compassion
So I can delvope happiness
So I can find my self.  
Kayrangla gawpo yo
And I will always.

In the middle
Of a poppy field
The flowers in bloom
A young woman
And a young monk
Hide there
To
Share a kiss
A kiss that is forbidden
As they kiss
They couple with eachother
Having their way
Each other
The couple
In love
In a Poppy field.  
And then part ways.

I before I sleep
I let the prayer flags
Play in my hair
And tickle my face
And kiss one
In the hopes
That we will return
To each other
As I drift off
We visit eachothe
In my dreams
I let you kiss my chakras
My collarbone
Then we
Couple
Ever so tenderly
Ever so gently
Ever so passionately
Then I awake to the sound
Of my parents footsteps
Kiss a prayer flag
Hoping the we meet
In the dreams.

As I put
My iPod away
For the night
I see a face
Of a Tibetan Lama
Trying to kiss me
I get freaked out
Then I realized
It was you
My love
But you had
Sadness in your eyes
Rejoice
I will always love you
Always had

Then you
Visited me in my dream
We were kissing
Our tounges danced
As we coupled.
I was heighten
In love
And in pleasure.

Yes I
Kissed Buddha
For he has a
Beautiful mind
Unlike other men

Yes I kissed Buddha
For he actually has
A personality
And he beautiful
Unlike other men.

Yes I kissed
Buddha
For he is compassionate
And a decent
Person

He is the only
Decent person
Ever on this planet
In sea of *******.

That’s why I
Kissed Buddha.

I have no time and no space.
I am a ghost.
Haunting the streets
On Halloween
To find my love
I am the walking dead.
Stalking houses at Christmas eve
In the hopes of finding
My long lost
I pray to god for my own death.
Or to find love
I am the angel of death,
i shall purify the earth from the perverts and criminals
the weak and the pestilent blessed are the enlightened.

You
Showed me
Side of me
That I did not
Know existed
When we bind with
Each other

When i
Feel a tantric rush
Our beings
Souls
And minds
Becoming one
And
Become one with
The universe.

I am shunned
Because of my
Beliefs
I can’t help it.

I am a lepersy patient
When it
Comes to finding love
No one wants me.
Because I am scary
I can’t help it.

I am told
I am ugly because
Of ethnicity
I can’t help it.

I am an out cast
Because of
My intelligence
And knowledge
I can’t help it.

I am evil
Because
Of my
Mental illness
I am not evil
I can’t help it.

‪I am a Buddhist ‬
Who struggles with self esteem

I am a Buddhist
Who has been abandoned many times for another.

I am Buddhist
Who thinks of death and dying

I am a Buddhist
Who is struggling

I am a Buddhist who
Needs intervention.

‪I am the poor ‬
Little Tibetan girl
Looking for love
But
Always gets left
For another

I am the poor
Little Tibetan girl
Trying to live a simple life
And find
Enlightenment
But gets
Trauma instead.  

I am the poor
Little Tibetan girl
Trying to climb a ladder
But gets shot down
Every time.

The love we shared
Was a sham
I loved you
But I think you were
Looking a young thing

My thighs
Womanhood
Neck
Clavicle
And lips
Remained un kissed

How I am tired
Of being used
Or abandoned
For another

Check yourself before
You reck yourself.

Desire causes suffering
As Buddha said.

When you try to hard
To find love
You suffer

When you want too
Much for Christmas presents
Suffering comes

When you pursue your
Heritage
Suffering comes a knocking

“When all of your wishes are granted, many of your dreams will be destroyed.”
Said a wise goth rocker.

You promised
A life in Bhutan
As lovers
I took your promise
As gospel

You promised
Me that
We would practice
Tantra
I took your promise
As gospel

Your promise
Me
That we would see the monasteries
As we traveled through
Your country
I took your promise
As gospel

Then I found out that you
Only like teenagers
And underaged girls
Well you can
**** your promises.

Thank you mom for
Telling me that I am beautiful
When I feel like
An ugly mutt.

Thank you mom for
Saying I have a beautiful mind
When I am
Feeling like dummy

Thank you mom for
Reminding me
If the one important
Things of Buddhism....
Be yourself.

Hey Karma
I thought we had
some thing special
Sharing more than
Just languages

Then commutation
Stopped
I check your profile
And you are
Nothing more than
Male *****
A concubine
To others

I love you unbearably
Though
I hate you unbearably.

I used video games
To escape reality
For it is lonely
And boring

I read books
To escape reality
And to gain knowledge
For the world
Is depressing
And hateful

I learn my native languages
To be connected
To my ancestors
And to escape
Reality
Because English is too real.
And boring.

I use my art
To express my anger
Without getting
The police
Involved
For I have been ******* blued and tattooed.

The curse won't let up, it won't let me out, (im in hell)
The curse won't ley up, it won’t let me out, (im in damnation)
They curse won’t let up, it won't let me out, (im in gitmo )
The curse won’t let up, it won't let me out

Trying to find love
Only getting hurt by *******
Hoping to find a ride or die
Only finding a *******
Climbing mountains
To teach stop the ignorance.  
To stop the stigma.  


The curse won't let up, it won't let me out, (im in hell)
The curse won't ley up, it won’t let me out, (im in damnation)
They curse won’t let up, it won't let me out, (im in gitmo )
The curse won’t let up, it won't let me out

Trying to find enlightenment
Only seeing blood drinkers
Hoping to find a meaning in life
Only finding a pile of ****
Being mutt
A freak
What the hell should I do.  

The curse won't let up, it won't let me out, (im in the hellfire)
The curse won't ley up, it won’t let me out, (im in hades)
They curse won’t let up, it won't let me out, (im in SAN Quentin)
The curse won’t let up, it won't let me out


The curse won’t let up, it won’t let me out.

I am Lizzie Borden
Hacking and chasing
My love interest
With an ice axe.

I hate men!!!!!

I am Oren ishi
A human mutt
That
Is a **** happy
Yakuza
Seeking revenge

I hate men!!!!

I am Jodi Arais
Who won’t take no
For an answer
Nor
While I put up with your ****

I hate men!!!!

I am Stella Nickle
Trying rid myself
Of love
But ended up poisoning
Innocent people.  
My weapon cyanide.

I hate men!!!!

When I came into your life
I was broken
I knew you weren’t a normal Lama
When you ask me my name
I answer Nebo.
I cried knowing that I found authentic love.
We kissed gently
And slowly
You told me that your name
Was Yeshe Tsang.
I just wanted kiss you.
While we kissed
You got between me
And inside me
I could feel your love
And your flesh
In side me.  
I knew I was
In love
In nirvana
And
In ecstasy.

As I feel asleep to billy idol
And I close my eyes
I see tibetan mantras
Writen eligantly in gold
Glittering.
The. I see your
Gentle yet
Meditative face
As if you are meditating
And then jestering me to
Come to you
I come and kiss you
Gently
As if you were precious
Yet delecate.
Then the mantras
And you
Disappear.
I full into a restless sleep.

When the moon
Is full
It is you see
The ghosts of a senior Lama
And I young lady
Tantrically couple
With each other
As they kiss
The before you know it
As you blink
They disappear
To fall in love
At the next full moon.

I am a mountain babe
They interigue me
Where the normies
Love the beach.

I am a mountain babe
Because it is in my DNA
From thousands of years
It normal for me.

I am a mountain babe
Because I want to climb them
And live amongst
Them.

Poppy
Fell in love with a clean shaven
Yet scruffy looking
Blonde man
Who went by the name
Charles Nigel
Though she was
Meant for a monk.
She was fascinated with the blonde mountaineer.
Even though he drank and cursed
They fell in love
With eachother
But when her bleeding stopped
Poppy told her parents
About the love affair
She was banished
She found a rundown house and brought her lover to.
As a home
And
As a love nest.
Everything was going well
Until he
Slapped her
Though they loved eachother
Dearly
Poppy was abused and controlled
She thought
He lover become a monster
One night while
He drank
She couldn’t
Take
The loneliness
Anymore
She took some poisonous herbs
And
She died in sadness.
Poppy and her unborn child
Were reborn
Repeatedly.
Seeking justice.

There in 1932
A semi poor mountaineer
Charles Nigel
From Britain
Came to climb
The tallest.
But ended up falling in love with a beautiful local girl
A Sherpani
Who’s name meant Poppy
He callled her Poppy
Though Poppy was ment for another
For the first while
They had to keep love a secret
Until she told her parents
Who disowned her
He even though he was a drinking man
He always loved and loyal to
Her
When he couldn’t find her
On night
He flew into a rage
When she came back
He slapped her
And they fought
He became more controlling
And abusive
Leaving the poor girl
Alone
As he went to drink.
One night he found his love
Poisoned her self
To death
While carrying their love child.
Then
Only then that he felt remorse
And love again.

The yeti woke
Only to find a fair well letter
In stead of
His beloved flower
He read it
It said that her
Love was geshi
And that she will be living with him.
After crying heavily
The yeti went to the monastery
Where his flower now lived
Peeking in the window
He could see
Who was his flower
Becoming someone else’s.
He couldn’t bear to see
The two youngsters
Kiss, talk
And make love.
He disappeared
Far away from his “flower”
Who broke his heart.
The next day
He leaves a fair well note
Of his own
Wondering if she will read it.