While My former instructor
Yuan
And I  asked if I could
Play with one of katanas
I then went and licked the blade
Trying not to cute my tounge
Slowly while he watched
He complained
That the sword should be him
I then did the same to him
All over him
But slower and more affectionate
I pleasured him
And loved him.
Soon love poems
Started to come up
When I slept in
When realized Yuan was
With his crime family
I kept writing love poems
And hide them all over the appartment
We were together
Until
I felt the need to go home
Matsumoto promised that we
Would stay in touch
When I got to upper Manhattan
To live with a friend
And mother my children
I took the time to sand him steamy
Love letters.
Which we responded with more steaminess
After a while I wrote back
And never heard from him
Until one of his associates
Wrote back saying that
Oyabun Yuan Matsumoto
Died in peace.
Then I learned that you killed your self
Too much hallucinogenics
I died cherish you as you
Deserved
But instead fell for my karate instructor
Yet again.

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.

People running
Up an excellater
Trying desperately
To catch their
Connecting flights
To their rebirth.

On a remote
Part of the Great Wall
There are sad spirits
Looking for justice
And many demons
Amongst these spirits
Is one of a
Woman who cried colourred ink
Instead of tears
And
Had an ear shattering scream
Which will **** you.
Who was possessed
And died from
The possession.

I am neither the past present nor future
I am a love lorn ghost
And
I am cursed to find true love
As I get reborn and reborn
Finding the lover
Who I lost centries ago
In a land of hills
In a land of mountains
In a land of deserts
An exotic place
Where the curse started
When he died.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

It’s morning
You were about
To leave me for the day
To be a good example
For the other monks
You hold me and I can feel
Your hardness under
Your robes
But before leaving
We kiss and embrace
Passionately.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

It was moonlit in the caves
You and I
Couple in the hot springs
Gentle, compassionate and sultry
We kiss
Our tounges danced
As we explore
Each other’s body’s
Which were in the warm water.
I draw your hips close
To mine
And hold your stubbles head
As your smother me
With kisses.
I let out a moan
That reverberates
And echoes
Into the cave.

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 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.

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

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

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.

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

‪Thuk-jey-che bedding for absorbing my tears‬


Thuk-jey-che to my books for helping me to cope

Thuk-jey-che mom for pretecting me

Thuk-jey-che councillor for reassuring me when I need it.

As I walk into a dark cave
I am not able to see
Until I turned on the torch.
I am confronted
By the sight and presence
Of fierce deities
The energy
Demonic
I realize
Am
Looking at my own demons.

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.

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?!

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.

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.

Unfortunately
Some scars
Are
Not
always
Seen
By
The
Naked eye
Or glasses.

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

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.

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.

When I was a kid
I developed
A unicorn horn
The people with three eyes
Seemed nice
Yet innerally cruel
Bullying.
Kind nest and mindfulness
kind people are
Are trending
the best prenders

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.

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!”

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.

Thank you miss
For the flowers

Thank you miss
For your support

Thank you miss
For you love

Thank you miss
for the crystals.