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.

As a kid jumps
In the rainy
Mud
Having a jolly good time
She is faced
With a friendly
Pitbull.
Don’t judge a book by its
Cover
Don’t judge a dog
By its breed.

Coloured women
Ethnic women
Asian women....

There is no
Better source
Of universal beauty
Than these
Goddesses.

I went to the tattoo parlour
Hoping to get something
That tells my life
Story
Yet realistic and 3D
So I ask for
An ***** poppy
For I was misunderstood
For most of my life
Like the plant
Containing two huge
Pearls
For the two
People who understand
And love me
When society doesn’t.

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.

Art
I am able to
Digitally
Make images

Art
Am able
Draw
To make images
With a pencil

Art
With I kick or punch
I form patterns
And images
With my moves
Yet protecting my self
Alas my back.

I just want
To go on
A freakin’ vacation
Far away
Just to be outside of my
Head

When they do your
Autopsy
I just hope that the
Pathologist feels
Every waund
I inflict on you
With my ice axe
Being hacked to death
Your immorality
Will be the death
If you
Darling.

‪Have ‬
‪You‬
‪Ever‬
‪Cried‬
‪Just‬
‪Because ‬
‪You ‬
‪Don’t‬
‪Feel‬
‪Safe ‬
‪Because‬
‪Of‬
‪Who ‬
‪You‬
‪Are?‬.

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

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.

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.

I am DNA
I am either a
Source of hate
I am either a
Source of celebration
It all depends on
How you look at
Me..... human DNA.

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??!!

If I die of the Plauge
I would want to be remembered
Not as a victim
But as a healthy
And happy

If I die of Ebola
I would want to be remembered
Not as a victim
But as a beautiful
And diligent girl
Who created art.

If I die of rabies
I would want to be remembered
Not as an aggressive victim
But someone
Who brings compassion
And kindness.

I remember
My grampa’s birthday
Celebration
Ran light
It was a clear summer
Night.
So I decided to
Stargazing
And noticed the super moon
I run
Running hoping
To take of
Like a Boeing
From this ****** planet
To the heavens
For I would be free.

Shine bright like a diamond
Like the diamonds in
The Dipper
Like the diamonds in
Black velvet

I did something stupid
I look around your ******
Appartment
And found some pictures
Not of rockers or Bruce lee
But that if I strange part of the world
It looked like the slasher but g rated and not gory.
I saw some pactuclar yet beautiful flags
And mountains
Then I found a creepy
Shrine to some middle aged
Bald monk with the strange writing
Around it.
Freaked out I thought you were
Secretally in love
With the Dalai Lama
“Boris! What the **** is going on?!”
I screamed
I was thinking that my parents
Were right
That you were junk
“You bi? No don’t answer
If you go to my classes great
If you don’t fantastic.”
I heard you say “I love you Claudia,”
But in a rage I left
And went to my friends house
In upper Manhattan
I only came back
To teach a class and for my lessons.
But before I secretly checked on you
You were too busy watching that ****** up movie... again.
So I went on my way
During my lessons
I noticed you standing outside
I was going to make you suffer
And sweat
So I thought that my instructor was
Single
I went up and made out out with him in a corner
“Claudia, what the...?” He asked
And he took me to his place up top
Of the training hall
And we were going to have ***
We were kissing
I saw his full body tattoo
And we started to couple
When I heard you yelling my name
The instructor
Said  something in Japanese with rolling r’s
I asked and he said that the ******* ******* was back screaming.
I kissed him and said maybe tomorrow
I got dressed and run to you
You had some gifts
And I had to tell you that my sensei
The owner banned you
And that he was yakuza
You weren’t afraid
And said that you wanted me to get some tattoos
Most of my choiceexcept for one
We went and I got a strange tattoo near my womanhood
That was in the freaky text
You said that you it was tibetan for Om mani Padme hum
The rest I got were stars and flowers
Stars for the arm and the flowers for the chest and throat.
At home you undressed me I
You
While we kissed heavily and passionately
“Claudia I am sorry for that picture freaking you out”
I just kept kissing
We got into bed and
You messaged your mantra
Near my womanhood with you lips and tounge
Then my womanhood.
You then gave me the treats and drape the colourful
Flags around my neck
Then
Continued
As you were pleasuring me I thought of my instructor
But your piercings
We’re a pleasurable reminder
They were right
I was a *****.

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.

‪When I ‬
See the circular
Diamond in the night
Sky

Everything glows
Snow and all

I have an enlightening experience

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.

In the morning
Claudia woke to
Find her lover
Gone.
She want looking for him
Only to see Boris getting his head shaved
One of the monks said in broken English
That he live here
He look the part
They did not tough his piercings
Thank god
She thought but
“He is uniquely handsome with no hair” she thought to
Herself
When they got back to their appartment
He Boris told Claudia
That he wanted marry her
Before he started studying
To be a Lama.  
He kissed her gently
And
While kissing Claudia
Ask what his name would
Be
Boris said after they got married
That his name will be Tashi Surya.
Claudia thought
That was gorgeous name
And kissed him.
So the former street urchin
Turn Lana was
Going to be her partner in life
As they made love
After she met with a local
To see were she could open up a school
For her to teach karate
Until the local said to teach
The monks
An idea that she did think of
She had to get the local
To translate for her
Since she couldn’t speak tibetan
When a deal was made
She saw that Boris aka Tashi
Was talking in tibetan with
His new friends.
She knew he spoke some Russian
But this was a surprise.
When they were alone
She asked him to teach
Her while they made love
Every night.
She learned better that way.
With in a few nights of love making
With practice conversation
She was flaunt.  
Claudia during the day
Either practiced her karate
Or started sketching.
She was drawing people
And the other monks
One was beautiful
And loved using him as a model
She soon started talking to him
And felt unusual feelings
For the fellow.
She did not tell Boris about her crush
But he saw the pictures she drew
He felt no jealousy
Thinking that bushido
MAde her loyal to him.
He kissed her
And said that in a few days
They would be in wedded bliss
After they got married
Claudia and who was named Tashi
Still had gently passion only at night
He whispered that he will always be Boris
To her.

In the morning I made love to you
And taught you everything I knew
Then I left
To be with my secret lover
Sensei Yuan Matsumoto
I made love to him and we ate together
He noticed the Om mani Padme hum
Near my womanhood
And asked if I was tibetan
I said that I was Irish
“Good beautiful, because I am part Chinese and Japanese”
“It was loud mouths idea,” I said coldly as if you were ****.
He looked like an evil, pasty,  glasses less, tattooed
Version of the Dalai Lama
He had only compassion
And gentleness
For me
Soon I spent nights with him
This continued for months
Almost a year
I had to go back to you
So yuan and I wrote **** love letters to eachother.
And we would have the affair
Before class
You were welcomed back
And you got strange when Matsumoto winked at me
You asked what was going on
And that you’ve read every sorted
Letter
You weren’t angry
But curious and worried
I said it was because I thought
You were gay
“Boris, yes I **** your sensei girl friend” yuan said.
Embarrassing
I left and went back to your appartment
And curled in bed and cried
Until no tears came out.
You rushed in
Saying that you will always love me
You climbed in
And we ended up making love though I was shamed.
You kissed my tears and my face and mouth
“Boris you are a wonderful person”
You said that you were only on this planet to love me.

As I swirl
My boadings
I thinking
Of flushing your
Hate down the toilet

Please please
Flush the toilet
For hate only breeds hate.
Like disease.

I did not go back to the dojo
Again
But the love letters
Kept coming.
I ended up only teaching you
And then you
Taught me your Tantra and karma sutra
I could feel love and pleasure with different poses
That we were linked spirituality
We did this every day
And normal making out.
One evening
You were out
I know were confronting
My sensei
And came back with a severe black eye
And a **** on your arm
From a katana
Thank god it was just skin deep
And the hospital was not involved.
“That guy threaten to cute out your heart and cute off my head
I am calling the police and tell them he’s Japanese mafia”
You said
We spent the night
At the police station
I had the letters
As evidence
And where he lives.
A few days later ended up with the dojo to my self and my instructor turned lover was in prison
And being deported back to japan.
In a way my dream came true
Thanks to human stupidity.
The appartment up top
Looked like someone was still
Living there
And the weapons he
Taught me to use
Frightened me to death.

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.

Dear fellow
Tibetan woman
Who are
Ignored over whites....

You are better than them
You are beautiful
Unique
Strong and
You’re a tantric goddess.

Dear  fellow ethinic woman
Who
Is rejected
For whites.....

You are artistic
Creative
One of a kind
Lovable
Emotional


To the African American woman
Who is cheated on
By your boy friend
For a blond.....

You’re strong willed
Passionate
Loyal
Beautiful

Love your self first.

There was a little
Girl with
A blue dress and blue hair
Talking
To her
Pet blue chickadee
That’s the size of a Boeing
737

Every night
I end up with intense
Feelings
And the idea that
As we kiss
You feel me up
And my forbidden flower
Blossoms.

Dear Spencer.
I got your messages
You say that you want to talk
I am not interested
You say you miss me
I don’t.
We may have had some things in common
But don’t you remember
The names you called
Don’t you remember that you attacked my religion
Don’t you remember that
You threatened me
No
྅འརེ
So you get nothing from me.
I love myself, my DNA and my faith
To put up with your hatred.

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.

Two blue
Clear Baoding *****
A beautiful blue
As I look at them
As I swirl them
I look closely and
See that they are
Not normal
Stress *****
But parallel universes.  
What a summer.

Sticks and stones will break
My bones
But the names you called
Me hurt.  

Sticks and stones will break
My bones
But the pranks you
Pulled where traumatic

Sticks and stones
Will break my bones
But the cat fights
have scarred me.

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.

‪Why is there something ‬
So freakishly unusual
Of two people in love
With eachother
Who met as friends??
Jeez!!!!

During the
Foreign invaders
From Arabia
In China
A young woman
Headed to the northern
Mountains and struggled until
She was on the moon
Where she looks over
Her people
Until peace comes back
Though she
Never returned to
Earth.  
For hate is a poison
To her.

I am the tornado
Destructive and causes mayhem
Don’t cross me
What ever you do

I am fire
I will eat up everything
With my flames
And cause mayhem
Don’t cross me
What ever you do

I am a tsunami
I am water
And I will swallow
Everything up
And cause mayhem
Don’t cross me
What ever you do.

I shape shift into
A wolf
To be with my pack
My only family
To lead them to food.
Meals to eat
We must.
Every full moon

I shape shift in to
A wolf
So I can lead
My pack to victory
And beyond
To the moon
That we howl at.
Every full moon

I shape shift into
A wolf
To lead my pack
To help humans
Find bombs
And drugs at the airport
The enemy shall not
Be victorious
This full moon.  

Every full moon I
Change from woman
To a she wolf
Leader of my pack.

The next morning after their morning loving making session
After whispering sweet nothings to eachother
Boris said that he going to announce that
He at a young age had found enlightenment
She thought her scronny tattooed lover was going to do that
Claudia said that she loved him
But since they came here
He went insane
Yet was still loving
She realized that she had missed her period three months in a row
Could she still teach
While carrying their child.
Could she take care of them
Here in this waste land
She thought know and she
Called her tattooed monk that
She was carrying his kid
Claudia then she she was going to open up a dojo in
Upper manhattan
To make a better life
For her and the kid
She kissed him farewell
Feeling those piecing for the last time
And turned her back
On the punk Lama.
When she arrived Claudia left
Her beloved
In Tibet
And wished him well
She also found out that she was having multiples.
When she got to a doctor
Claudia stayed with her friends
Until she gave birth
Made a name for herself again
Every night she cried herself to
Sleep
And dreamed of Boris
And in the day she took her
Sketch book out and
Started drawing tantric art
Who involved her and Boris
The friends asked
What happened to him
And she said
That he was happier in the mountains
And she couldn’t live there
For the sake of the children
When it came time to give birth
She had for daughters
To whom she promised not
To breathe a word of their
Father.
Over the years
She got stronger both emotionally
And physically
And the girls grew up
Like wild flowers
When the daughters whent to school
She opened her own dojo
And found another
Who her daughters called
Dad.
She never told him about Boris
Trying to pretend like they
Never met in that alley
Once a upon a time
Then her new husband saw the tattoos and the name
Who was Boris
He asked her
And then as the children slept
She said that she
Was once in love with a street punk
Who dragged her
To Tibet
And he lost touch of reality
She said that he was called Lama Tashi Surya
But she knew him as Boris
Claudia cried and then tried to move on with life
Until her one of daughters
Discovered in the mail
A letter in what she called Egyptian
And normal
It said that her husband
Lama Tashi Surya
Killed himself
The letter in tibetan was both a love letter and suicide note.
Her and her new husband
Got the others around and
Told the daughters
Of their real father
Lama Boris as Claudia called him.
She found the only suitable sketch of her beloved
And showed it do her daughters
Claudia felt like it was her fault
That the love
Of her life was dead.
She closed her school
And went to be a secretary
First she was a martial arts expert
And mistress
Then some insane punk’s lover
Now a mother
And wife.
She had to leave her passion karate behind along with Boris.
She framed the sketch and
Hung it up
Above the tv so when her daughters
Watched cartoons
They knew where they came from.
From time
To time
Claudia still had feelings
For the Russian punk
Who rocked her world.

As I stand
In the airport
Baggage claim
There comes
A fog
And I hear
A female voice
Am I going crazy
Then I turn around
A flight attendant was talking
About letting go
And finding joy in life
My psychic
Instinct
Say she was one of the 9/11
Victims.
I woke up in my room
And with new goal
To help me self.

In a crack
In the side walk
A few poppies
Grow out the crack
And sway in the summer
Breeze.

As the soccer ball
Gets kicked
Around
That is how I
Feel when
I am labeled.
How’s about kicking crap.

I follow the Dipper
To places unknown
Both physical
And emotional

These places are frightening
But I keep looking up
At the Dipper
And I find comfort.

The class ended
Early
And Boris wasn’t there
Claudia started to wonder until she got their appartment
The love nest
And notice a note
A love note
Saying that he would be
A little late
Taking advantage of this she cleaned up
Up dark yet sensual
Lipstick on
And got back into her uniform
Got into bed and then took
Off her bottoms
And waited
While she waited
Claudia read some of his books
She did not know that her beloved
Was into gentle yet wierd love making
When Boris walked in she put the book down
Invited and inencisced him to her
In bed.
When Boris came in
He was able to make out with her
Tenderly
And embracing her
Holding her like gold
That’s when he notice that
She was wearing the top
Part of her uniform
He stoped kissing her mouth
And kissed her flower
And then she took him
But the chin
And rapped her legs
Around his hips
And he made love to her
Claudia said quietly that she
Wanted try some of the things
In his books
Boris didn’t get angry
But overjoyed
And they kissed
“I can teach you think about
The art of love,”
He promised.

Samayel the arch angel
Falling from grace
To hell
To became
Lucafir
The ruler of hell
We all fall from grace
Time to time.

These days
There are more wolves
Instead red riding hoods
Those who are
Wearing red
Are vulnerable
My weapons is my mouth
And my minds
Pick your’s carefully.
Out smart the wolves.

As the young me see
That horrid video
I see the woman
Skin and bones
I have compassion
For a cannot imagine
Her suffering
Before her end.
Why can’t we see the inner beauty
Instead of outer.

You have broken my body
My spirit
The manner of death: homicide
But
You forgot
About my fangs.

As I look at the
Hands fulll of cherries
And the colours
Going back and fourth
I realized that
I didn’t take my **** meds.