As I sleep
I dream I was visiting
A friend
Alas I She comes
Closer she becomes
This tantric demon
Trying to choke me
Wakes me up
From a death like sleep.

You said nice
Things about
About me and my looks
If I didn’t know
Any better
I wouldn’t believe
You

You said that you
Wanted me all to yourself
I want to be your lover
And have you all to my self
I want to be with you

You said
That you wouldn’t get
Off your knees if
You had the choice
I saw that you coming to
Bed to kiss
And massage my
Womanhood
With your tounge
In

You called me
Your tantric goddess
So I tell you
To name me Tantra.

I hope we
Still talk
*****.

Dearest Ranoldie
I didn’t know that
Someone like you
Ever existed
I have been waiting
To meet some like you
Where we love the same things
In life.
My lady pathologist.

The yeti woke up to hear his lover
Being dragged by her parents
Like a savage an animal.
They were planning on making a nun out of her
Enrage the Yeti tears the two villains away from
His beloved
They fight back
Yet they sucum to his strength and leave never
To bother the lovers again.
Frighten the young lady
Runs to the Yeti
He embraces her
They kiss
Though she was afraid
She opened up
And their tounges dance
They hold eachother
And kiss
Never to be separated.
And our love.
That night.
They couple.
She lets the Yeti to
Have his with her.
He was gentle about it.
She opens her legs
Allowing him to enter
Surprised that she could handle his flesh
They make love
In the dark.

The young woman
Stole some scriptures from the local monastery
And a red prayer flag
To put in the flag near her *****.
Then she runs back to the yeti.
Leaves him alone only to memorize the scriptures.
When they stored in her head
She comes to him.
For some love.
While coupling
And in between kisses
She recites the teachings.
How the Yeti loves his “nun”

Farther in the cave
There were some warm springs.
The young woman found
This secure place
And told the Yeti about it.  
As they arrive to the spring
And they swim in the springs
Before coupling in the water
As they kiss and couple
Their souls become whole
As the young woman
And her skilled lover
Make love.

At midnight
The moon is just
At the horizon
As if touching nagara falls
A goth girl watches
This splender.

It was dark
Raining…. monsoons
And cold.
There the Yeti and the young woman
Have their way with eachother
As they kiss
And make love
The yeti gently strokes his delecate lovers freshly shaved head. He kisses her on that shiny head.
He undressed her slowly
And kissed her and her body as he undressed her.
Universal beauty is a shaved head.

In a secluded poppy field
The young woman
Running in fragrant breeze
Though keeping her savage lover
Close to her
In was a nice spring day
When the Yeti
And the young woman
Saw eachother
There in the poppy field
They kissed passionately
While they held each other.
There amongst the non judgmental
Poppies
The two couple
Knowing no one while see
Their forbidden love.
The flowers only understand.

As the idiot
Eats and swallows the
Poppy flower
So long ago.  
Did he know
That his stupidity
Opened a new world.

One moon lit night
The young woman went out the cave
After an evening of coupling with her yeti lover.
The moon was big and bright
Like her face.
She in invites the yeti to see the moon and he said that it wasn’t as beautiful as her.
Her lover held on to her as if she was priceless.
In the moonlight among the stars
The yeti and the young woman kiss.
While kissing the Yeti has his way with her again
They couple on the edge tantrically.
She could not contain her pleasure
And she moaned loudly
As if she were a she yeti.
Her skilled and savage lover smothered her with kisses.
When he arrives at her mouth
She opens up like a flower… inviting him in to kiss her in the mouth.
This time she had her way with him.

Gothic dandelions
White perfect
Spheres
Of seeds
Contrast the black
Background of the night
How I wish I can take a picture.

Two lovers
Come together
To kiss
But do they
Know that
Romance is an emotional time bomb
It’s just a matter of time.

The young lady was not afraid
Of the judging people
She shaved her head
And dressed as a nun
Couples with the Yeti
Her skillled lover
He was aroused and confused at the sight
Of her new look.
She kisses him
As awar to reassure him that it was her
And not a stranger.
She couples with the yeti
Having her way with him.
He realized it was his lover.
The gently kiss
And she take him to the poppy field
In the poppy field the young lady plucks two poppies
One behind her ear and one behind his.
There they kneel and kiss.

There on a
Wing of a Boeing
Was Garfield
A cat
Walking on the wing
At 30,000ft in the air.  
Am I hallucinating
Or dreaming
Or is the reality??!!

As we make love
And explore each other
The prayer flags hanging in my room
Tickle the top of my head.

Himalayas of
The mind
Waiting to be conquered
It takes day by day
Minute by minute
Hour by hour
Look at them with beauty
And not as an obstacle.
Then
Only then would
You have conquered them.

As we kiss
Embrace
And couple
The joy we share
For eachother
Is surrounded
By a new world
A world of hate.  
What is happening.

One of the hallucinations
I had when climbing
Everest
Was that I looked
In the daylight sky
And
I saw very bright stars
And Jupiter in the middle of the
Sky.

I live in a
World where the trees
And neighbourhoods
Are upside in the sky
And there is stars on the ground.
One summer day
A woman decides to
Jump falling
To the stars.

As I see you
You’re cute and handsome
With your bald head
Yet your were a monk
It was love at first sight
We talked
Though
I see your picture
I developed feelings
And tantric urges
So intense
I wish you were
With me
Loving me
Being with me
Inside me.

Poppy leaf the Yeti
To her favourite place
So they could couple in peace
Other than the cave.
And away from other humans
There Vajramrita
And Poppy
Admired the Buddhist art
As they make love
The yeti first had his why with Poppy
While they couple.
He stroked and pets her womanhood
Wig his skilled tounge
Soon her flower blossoms
She kisses his flesh
Gently and slowly.
The lovers kiss
Their tounges meet and dance
As the yeti and the young woman kiss.

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.

Reddit
You are a bunch
Of snowflakes
There is a difference
From normal to terrorism
There is a difference
Between a Muslim extremist
And a flipping Buddhist.
When will this BS of racism
And bigotry
End??!!
Jeeze!!!!!

It was cold that night
Poppy and heart yeti lover
Staying in their love nest
To keep warm.
Poppy strokes her savage lover’s face
All the while kissing him up
Teasing his lips.
In the hopes that it would arouse him.
Think if Vajramrita would have his way with her
Then poppy would be warm.
The yeti kisses her gently and gets
On top of her
While they kiss
He gets between her legs.
He spreads the and massaging the thighs and womanhood
With his tounge and mouth
Trying not to bite her with his fangs.
She giggled
Because of the emense pleasure.
After he enters her
As they embrace
And kiss.
Two bodies becoming one.
Yin and yang.

I open up my legs
And my being
I invite you in
For you
For your love
For your passion
my darling
Monk.
And you compassion
As we couple.

Possess my soul
Possess my body
Possess my mind
That’s what you do
Though a demon
You’re not.
Eat me
Breath me
Drink me.
Love me.

When I kiss you
My love
It’s magical

When we embrace
Each other
My darling monk
I feel safe

When I see
The sparkle
in your eyes
I see joy and love

When we couple
My Yeshe
We take Our love to
To new heights

As I step out
Of your room
They call me lama’s pet
Consort
Prisoner
But I wasn’t your prisoner
I intiated the relationship
You never seduced me
You loved me
You pleasured me
You kissed me
As you had your way with me
I connect to the universe
You too as well
As our bodies and souls
Connect and celebrate
Tantrically.

‪Things you don’t say to‬
People who
Suffer from trauma
And traumatic life
Those worlds are....
Spazz
Spazzing out
And spazzed out.  
Say that and you
Will see how ******
The universe really
Is!!!

As I look up
Into the stars
I see the sparkle of the eyes
Of the man who loved me
Of the man who nearly killed
My faith
And my being.
He will never ruin the
Stars for me.

I must
Remind myself that
I am only human
And I am flawed.
But YOU
On the other hand
Are sick.

Before the night is finished
I kiss my prayer flags
Let them tickle my face
Tickle my neck
As if I were kissing you
And you were tickling me.
I wish I could kiss you again
In real life
To let you tickle me
With your tounge.

As I see the
Sun sets
In the summers eve
I get excited
For I
Get to see many patterned
Diamonds
In the North
The great Dipper.

ཨོཾ་མ་ཎི་པདྨེ་ཧཱུྃ


Om
Mani
Padme
Hum

Hail! To the jewel in the lotus.

I had dreamt
Many times

I was a young dancing girl
Who
Caught the eye
Of an older Lama
He caught my eye
And heart
I was dancing for him
Then our beings
And tounges danced
Eachother for the first time.

Better listen to me
This dead woman
Is talking
You should’ve
Treated me right
And not cheat
You may have found
Love.  
Shall this convo begin in hell


Salambo
Salambo

Better to listen to me
This dead woman is
Talking
You shouldn’t be
Racist
You should’ve
Been open minded
You may have found
Love
Shall this convo begin in hell

Salambo
Salambo

Better to listen to me
This dead woman is
Talking
You should’ve
Not beat me
You should’ve worshipped me
A goddess
You may have found
love
Shall the convo begin in hell.

Hide run scream fight
You can’t fight devious
Goddess.  

Salambo.

Claudia was awakened
By her punk lover
Kissing her ear she giggled
Think he was like a puppy
She coupes his face
And said good morning my sweetheart
Sensei my rose
I want to runaway to Tibet
And I would love if you spent that life with me.
“Boris Romanov as that sounds romantic... I just can’t.
Let me think about it
I have a life here”
She said getting away from him
Quickly
“Claudia Patrick” he pleaded
But she walked out.
Went she walked to her friends appointment
In Manhattan she though she only had her karate,
Her Boris
And three friends
She had nothing else
To lose.
The friend saw Claudia
Coming
And greeted her
Claudia broke down and told
Her friend
About the loving
Yet creepy relationship
And where he wanted to take her
When the friend said that you could email
Them they will still be friends.
That gave some comfort to Claudia
Claudia was allowed to spend the
Night at her friends
Unless it was class or when the friend had to work.
The wealthy friend
Drove her to the dojo keep an eye out
For Claudia’s creep
But he never showed.
She told her the owner of the dojo
That she might be leaving to teach the art
In another land
He understood
Then she spent the night with her
Friend
Not going to class
Until she was safe and made up her mind.
When she started to miss
Boris
And confident enough to deal with him
She came back
To him
Saying that she wanted to be with her punk lover
Even if meant leaving.
Boris felt joy from her words
And they made love.
Her red hair
And complimented
Boris’s blond and blue hair.

Blue poppies
Little up by the moon
A bright blue
As they glow
Beautiful
But are they covered
In blood.

I’m a buddhist woman living with mental illness.

It does not make me weak.

It does not make me any less of a of a Buddhist

Buddhists live with mental illness too.
It’s ok not to be ok.

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.

You spell
Well no longer
Have an effect on
Me
For I
Don’t need another
To make me
Whole

Your curses
Will have no longer
Have an effect
On me
For
Romance is dead.

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.

Gems and jewels
Healing they
Are
I never knew
I just saw the sparkle
Glitter
And pretty colours
Who the hell knew.

I lay in my bed
How I desire you
Crave you
Crave your kiss
Crave your touch
Crave your love
Compassion
Crave your being in mine.