With every
Detail
Ridge
Swirl and lines
This makes us one
Of a kind
For fingerprints are unique
And delect
And people should be treated them same.

I am sitting in a chair
Or at least I think I am siting
In a classroom
Studying computer science
Bored
Frustrated
Sad
And angry
I realize this I am dead
Dead because of the class
The boring class killed me
I am still able to speak but that is it.
No fancy lights
No pearly gates
Just a trip
To the morgue
There I am prepped for autopsy
The ME makes the first y incision
And open me up.
“ if you are looking for the cause of death
It was the lousy class my mom made me take!!!”
I cry this to the ME
But she doesn’t care
And continues on with the autopsy
I am at this point crying
I cry for my mother to and help me
As the ME weighs and dissects each of my organs
I cry
“You idiot I died of extreme stress caused by the class....
I had a heart attack! Please leave”
I scream
I yell
But I am  dead.
Then after the autopsy
I seeing the fancy lights
And cross over
While my parents claim my corpse.

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.

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.

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.

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.

One upon a time
In ancient Tibet
There was an evil
Monk
Named
Buddha Tenpa
Who used is tantric mastery
To bring back
His lover
And consort
From the bowls of hell
To be with him
And misused
His enlightenment
And spiritual knowledge
To raise the dead
To take down his
Enemies
Monks
And
The foreigners
Who ****
His love.

There in the night
There was a girl
Sitting on the crescent
Moon
To see the constellations
Better.
Don’t you wish
You can sit
On the moon to
See the Dipper.

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.

MY RELIGION IS SIMPLE
kindness is tantra’s
MY RELIGION IS KINDNESS.
evil spell on the vulnerable.  

MY RELIGION SIMPLE
evil is not the answer to everything
MY RELIGION IS NECROMANCY
tantra is necromancy and evil.

As I take
A walk in the park
With a friend
I here the familiar
Sounds of dr dre
And his album
2001
I look up at
The source of the music
A chickadee
With a boom box.

Dear shawna.
I wish to inform you
That I am forgiving you
And wishing you well
For the best karma
I need as
I am Buddhist
Though I cannot be compassionate
Towards you
For only Allah is compassionate
To all.
According to Islam.
I am only human
A flawed creature
Who can only forgive.

I hope this love
Your tantric
Love is real
And that our souls will unite
As we couple lovingly
I think
I may have found you
My beloved
Yeshe.

As you put
My legs into
A split.
You kiss and massage
My thighs
Then as you
Cross from the
Right to left
You stop and kiss and massage
My womanhood.  
As if you’re worshipping me
Like a deity.

As the poppies
Grown in
The crack
If a side walk
Swaying in the breeze
Jupiter comes
Letting the clouds water
Them and the sun to shine.
For Jupiter cares.

A fingerprint
Something
That just happens
And  
It does not need
The official seal of approval.  
Just be unique.

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.

Two young pretty woman
Friends in since the 8th grade
One, Johnnie, was a classy yet
Sensual
And the other, Tasha, plain
And ******
They were both mountaineers
When Johnnie forced Tasha to
Go out and see the sights
Johnnie got the eye
Of a middle aged Tibetan monk
It was love at first sight
Though forbidden
Lama Tashi
And Johnnie Merton the middle of the night
In a shack
Run down yet cozy
There they made love
And talked while kissing
For they really loved each other
Though
One morning
Tasha and her beloved
Were nowhere to be since
Suspicious Johnnie
Looked until she found
Her beloved Tashi
Walking away
And her “friend” Tasha
Running away
This meant one thing
They were coupling.
Enraged at the thought
Johnnie poisoned her friend
Then she recurved a letter
From the Lama
That he made a mistake
And only wanted her
Johnnie crumpled the letter
For it added to her rage
The Tasha survived the
Poisioning
And it sent Johnnie in to a rage
She then took her ice axe
And hacked Tasha to death
With it
Thirty wacks
Then she lured her lover to the shack
And tried to couple
With him
During witch
She gave him
Fifty wacks
With the ice axe
While making love to him.
That was when she
Made the life long mistake
Johnniece “Johnnie” David
Killed herself with an overdose.
No note was left.

There was a
Tibetan Lama
Who fell captivated
By a young girl
Whom he meet
From Canada
The Lama and girl
Courseponded on by email
Giving each other promises
Sweet somethings
And pet names
They fell in love.
The Lama
Promised the girl
That they run off to Tibet
To old Lasha
To be  together
But before that could happen
The girl was ghosted and
Found why
Her beloved was
Was harassing others
After she and a friend ganged up and reported
him to the law.
Now there is a hole in everyone’s heart.

My
Childhood did not unfold
The way I wanted to
But come eighteen
I blossom
Like a lotus
In the mud.

As the flowers
Spring up from the ground
I breathe a sigh
Of relief
Hated that snow.

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.

As the girl
Picks wildflowers
With big red
Balloon
When a dove
Bursts the balloon
Sending red flowers
Flying
Like jetliners.

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.

As the janicrary
Come to
Claim Wallachia
And again the notice a
Forest of impaled plague
Victims
Vlad’s why of terror
Through Plague.
Terrified the enemy runs away.

Why do I want to
Learn Tibetan
Why do I want to
Lear dazongka
Why do I want to learn
Sherpa
And uyger
To connect to my
Ancestors.

The chief concubine
Enters the room
Flowing gowns
Beautiful colourful
I mistake her for
A butterfly
Though with
A ***** look I
Know that I shouldn’t
Mess with her.
She is fierce.

The news
Says rain
Is cause by
Heavy percipation
But mythology
Tells us that
Rain is caused
By broken hearts.

If I were charged with a crime
It would be because
Lured into another
Toxic relationship
And I killed the
Pervert with poisoning
Or an ice axe to the crown chakra.  
For men lie
For men cheat
For men are perverts
And womanizers.

Cuddling
And exploring each other’s
Bodies
As we kiss
In the candle light
You ran your mouth and hands
On my silky
Soft and luscious skin
As I do the same
You were the opposite
Skin and bone
Aged
And mature
Though when love is involved
I don’t care.

As I see a
Boeing jet
Take off
Form the airport
So fat and so happy
I can feel
The freedom
It’s gaining.
How I wish it was me.  

As I see a Boeing jet
Land
At the airport
Still fat and still happy
I feel like a captive
For it is not free
Due to weather and gravity.

My lover.... since you say that your good in bed..... I kept thing that you’re a Yeti... when it comes to passion.

Will you being the Yeti pritect me from the elements and creeps??!! Would you mind making love to be in my room... it’s like a Tibetan monastery.


I wonder if you have some of the same interests and music tastes.... I hope that when we couple that you tell me what I taste like southward.

As I climb Everest
I end up seeing
Appertains
Ghosts
Maybe if the climbers
Who didn’t make it
Wait
I am starting to hallucinate
Or are there ghosts?!

Love life
Weather it
Is easy or
Tough
For with out it
It be dull
Without its complexities.

It’s winter
In Canada
And in this life
I have company
But I am lonely
I miss you
My beloved
Your kisses
Your touch
Your body against mine
And our Tibet.

I went a strange
Shop
With a strange
Friend
Picked up
A stone that should
Heal my PTSD
HAnd it to the shop owner
Told I had fairy energy
But only one thing
I am a dark fairy
Fighting for light and good.  
**** me off
That means you may have
Broken the law.  
For I stand for justice.

As I got to the dietitian
I go through a summer
Forest
Full of oranges
Then
As I get caught
In the forest
A lady with oranges in her hair
Comes
Gives me an orange
And says.
“This may help you!”

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.

A lot of stupid people
Ask stupid freakin’
Questions
Like why do you
Do this
Or what makes you tick
Or if I believe what I say
If you believe those questions
Its none of your business.  
Haha.

Dear snow flake
You might not like me
For my skin
And odd beliefs
Since 9/11
But I am going to tell
You this
I was a vicimt of terrorism
Talk to me and
You may know
A decent human.

Shakti a lower goddess
Dwelling in the base
Of the root chakra
When day
She gets the courage
To raise up
To couple with
Her love Shiva
Hurriedly flew up
As a snake
Hitting every
Coloured lotus
And hits the universe
To be with her lover.

A white fancy rat
Stargazing from its
Cage out side the
Window
Slips into a psychotropic
Dream
Where the
Land is full stars
Of all sizes
And all the
Colours of the rainbow
Or chakras.

They say on tv
That
Lust kills
Not love
I have this
To say that
Love kills more than lust

The ghost of
A young Tibetan woman
Who died of a
Mutilated heart
Stalks the streets
For the one who
Killed her
She had no time
No space
No present
Until someone mentioned
Her name
She then finds time
Space,
The past
The present
The future
For that some gave her life back.
Her justice
Her some validation.

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.

‪A is for apples ‬
B is for *******
C is for cat
D is for dog
E is for electricity
F is for food
G is for good
H is for heaven
I is for intelligent
J is for jewels
K is kick
L is for love
M is for mother
N is for no way
O is for oh jeez
P is Poppy
Q is for Queen b
R is for red
S is for shitstorm
T is television
U is for unique
V is for valued
W is for witch
X is for x files
Y is for yoda
And
Z is for catching zees.

The name is karma
Or Elena
I am odd duck
And unique person
Like a fingerprint
Or DNA
I don’t like chess
I am not a computer
Nor am I cold hearted
I love art
Poetry,
Photography
Languages
And anything that life
Has to offer
I am human
Are you??!!

I remember
A nightmare
That I had
Of my doppelgänger
Only she was wearing all black except for the head
She tried to cut me
Up with a kanata
How did I know she was
My doppelgänger
She was also part Tibetan
She looked like me
Exactly
She was my weakness
My fears
And everything dark.