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.

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.

You know
What I said that a ran to take off from this planet
Like a Boeing to the moon??!!
I am flying
High like a Boeing
I have found peace
And I have found my freedom
It was a butterfly
Breaking free
For I am me.

It’s Halloween
I am going trick or treating
As a samurai
As usual
I go to the house
On the right said of my
House
And get old
Flight attendant paraphernalia
I wake up from the dream
The flight attendant stuff
Meant that my
Gardien angel
Barbra
Was watching me
For I was under a lot of stress.

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

You attended the beginner class
But I was going to get you to my level
When the kids got the
Hang of the lessons
It was time
To teach you
I knew that you wanted kiss me
I know
I wanted to but
The children where right there
So I tried to be business like
I tried to should how throw someone
Which was successful
But you brought me down with me and planted a gentle kiss
On my lips
I couldn’t stay mad at you
But I was
Stunned and surprised
The other students
Where floored
Making kid remarks
Embarrassing
So I cut the class short
And walked home
You my beloved
Went to your friends
But did not know that
When I got back to our love nest
I found a love note
Explaining that
I took the time to wash off the embarrassment
And then I feeling better
I put on sensual yet dark lipstick
And put on
The top of my uniform
Climbed in to the bed.
While waiting I read some very wierd books
Until you came back
You noticed that I read your ****** books but
Did not get angry
Instead you put on
What was an Indian bgade horror flick.
And some hard rock
The movie was not in Hindi
And it was a ****** mountaineer
Who hacked his love interest and other was with an ice axe
This was disturbing
To me
You said that I will get to like it
While the grosem movie was playing
You noticed I was still “dressed”
We kissed gently
Tenderly
And then we made love
I was repulsed by the movie
So I had looked at your many
Yet different tattoos
You kissed me and said that
They were everywhere on his
Body
I kissed them
As if they were parts of your personality
And
You said “Claudia, you’re lovely with just that top on and your fiery hair!”
You kissed my thighs and
Womanhood
You said you wanted my “forbidden flower blossom” and kept kissing me there.
When I It did blossom
I took you by the chin
And kissed you
You were feeling me under the top
And you were worshiping me
With love.
You said “my rose sorry for scaring you with that film
I though you would love it, love”
And
I jokingly told you to behave your self
In tomorrow’s class.
The next morning I got up
Looked at the slasher flick
At wasn’t in Hindi
Nor Russian
And definitely not English.
I then had breakfast
But you had a one track mind
Pinning for me to come to you
“I am a martial arts prodigy
I need to eat love”
When I was finished I
Came to you made out with you

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.

Soon she was called into
For a job interview
At the FBI
And she gave her whatever resume
She had
And that she spoke in tibetan, Japanese, Russian and of course English
They told her she was accepted into the academy
4 monthes of shear hell
But she has been through worse
And she proved her metal
And passed
Not she was an FBI agent
But celebration was short lived
When she went to
Bed
In her dreams Boris haunted her dreams
She did a lot of good and saw action
But lived as a loner
And wrote to her daughters
Though she couldn’t bare to see them
For they reminded Claudia of her first
She just hope that they never saw her sketches
One October day
On the year of 83
Claudia’s tragically cut short
In action
Before she died in her hospital room
From complications
Of being shot
She sat up
Mediated
And breathed out Om mani Padme hum
And drifted off
Not a care in the world
For she was with her
Beloved Russian punk
In shambala.
In paradise.

One spring afternoon
I girl took some balloons to
A clearing in the forest
To frolick with the balloons
Was confronted
By a lady vampire
The light
And the dark.

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.

I'm a yakuza!
'Cause every time I write a from time to time
These people think it's a crime
To tell 'em what's on my mind
I guess I'm a Yakuza !
I don't gotta say a word
I just flip 'em the tattooed bird and keep goin'
I don't take crap from no one.

I have integrity
I have feelings
I had dreams.

My morals went (pfff) when I heard of Tantra.


I'm a yakuza!
'Cause every time I write a from time to time
These people think it's a crime
To tell 'em what's on my mind
I guess I'm a Yakuza !
I don't gotta say a word
I just swirl 'em Baodings and keep goin'
I don't take crap from no one

I was caring
I was loving
Now I am traumatized
And hateful

I'm a yakuza!
'Cause every time I write a from time to time
These people think it's a crime
To tell 'em what's on my mind
I guess I'm a Yakuza !
I don't gotta say a word
I just kick their tantric ***** and keep goin'
I don't take crap from no one


I had friends
I had hopes
But those pervert
Monks.


I'm a yakuza!
'Cause every time I write a from time to time
These people think it's a crime
To tell 'em what's on my mind
I guess I'm a Yakuza !
I don't gotta say a word
I just get the sword, chase and keep goin'
I don't take crap from no one

I told you that I had to
Go back home
To take a shower
To get off the sweat
And odd smells
We kissed
You said that you liked
My perfume
I left anyway
To clean up
When I was taking the shower
My mom sneaked a peak
Of the tattoo
And screamed ****** ******
When she saw your name
She screamed louder.
When I dried off and dressed
My parents said called me every thing
And told me to empty out my room and leave
Which I did
I was crying walking back
To your appartment
When I got in you were
Playing with a bell and a mini batton with two bubbles on it.
You looked up
I started to sob and told you
That I was disowned
You kissed me
I could feel the sensation of your piercings
When I said that I had to start
Teaching karate
To kids while still learning
You said that that was your dream
I said yes
And kissed you
I welcomed you
To the classes and to watch me
We then made shy love
Until I had to get going.
While we kissed I played with you
Then left after getting dressed. You were late for my lessons
And I got worried
But I carried on
Then
After class you
We’re leveling in the alley
And we maxed out and you gave me a silver rose ring
Ask for my hand.
I cried and said yes.
We headed to my new home
Yours
We spent the night
Watching films, listening rock
And making love.
You got out of your clothes
Without problem
And you and you
Laid me out
And kissed me
Touching me while
You took my uniform off
There in the semi dark
We made love
And kissed slowly
Until the morning
We slept in
And woke up smelling our musky
Perfumes.
That got us going
And we made love again
I told you that I loved your “perfume”
And you said the same about mine
Got carried away
And breakfast was out.
We spent the day 69ing eachother
As sweethearts
We were loving
But you were skilled
We spent the late afternoon
Laughing talking and breathing heavy.
Your blond but blue hair
And my red set eachother off.
If I didn’t now any better
I thought you had practice.

Claudia had to
Go to her classes in the dojo
Something she dread
Now
Not that she didn’t love karate
But she wasn’t sure if her love was there
Or not.
When she arrived not finding Boris
She was relieved
Everything went clockwise
Until the end of her lessons
She saw her lover there
Hair spiked
She saw that he
Had a bag full of stuff
He said that he hurt her
She said no
But that she loved her ******.
They kissed
Happily
He said that he though a few nice tattoos would help
Her feel less freaked out.
Though there was one
That he had her get
When they got the tattooists
She was said that she was going
To get some strange writing in the inside
Of her right thigh
That was the tattoo that he wanted
When it was done
She was again a little creeped out it was
Writen in a strange script
And he said
It’s tibetan for Om mani Padme hum
The rest of the ink
The Claudia got
We’re flowers on her neck and chest
And stars for her arms
After the tattoos
The young lovers
Went back
And then Boris gave her some colourful flags not unlike
The ones in the photos.
And some rings.  
Which pit on her fingers
As they walk into the door
They made out
Undressed each other
And then Boris
Dropped the flags
On her neck
And over her shoulders
“My new shrine
And temple...you my love”
Claudia felt touched
And they gently kissed
And he asked about the books
Saying that she might
Want to learn about them
As they kissed
While being in each other’s arms.
Then he got between her
And kiss her on the thigh tattoo
And other places.

There was a monk
And a young woman
Two forbidden lovers
Kiss in the moonlight
As two shillouette
Chakras glowing
But as they explore
Their bodies
Their tounges dancing
The shillouettes
Turn into one
Shillouette
One being.

Claudia woke up early
While her punk lover was still
Asleep
She snooped around his appartment
And saw something other than
Pictures of rockstars
She saw pictures of Himalayan
Monasteries and scenes with beautiful
Coloured flags
And a shrine to a picture
Of some old
Creepy man in robes and glasses
With no hair.
That explains the wierd books
She thought but was creeped out.
What did she get herself into
And she was going to marry
This guy.
She wanted some answers
Claudia couldn’t wait
She gently rubbed him on the back
Morning love.
When he stirred
She asked him about the creepy shrine
Boris said that he had a plast life
And that she wouldn’t understand
“Try me,” she barked.
He said that he was the 6th Dalai Lama
In one life
And a normal monk in another
He said that he and Claudia
We’re meant for each other
Because their souls met
In his past lives.
Thinking creepy
Claudia
Left for the day
Thinking
If this creep comes to watch me teach
Or whatever great
If he doesn’t show up
Fantastic, it was good while it lasted.
She hung out with her
Friends
She hasn’t seen
Ever since with being
With Boris.

The next morning
Claudia looked
At her strange tattoo in her
Right thigh
Hoping he ruined it
No such
Luck.
She was branded
****
Then Boris stirred
Reaching for her
He got up and asked
If she wanted to learn
The karma sutra
And Tantra
She said if he only went to her karate classes since she was
A new instructor
And that she wouldn’t charge him
Maybe for a few kisses.
All morning
Boris taught her everything
Positions
She practiced with him
For most of the day
And
She felt one with him and the universe
While she though this isn’t that
Bad
But great.
As she let out a moan.
“My crazy looking monk!” She said
Endearing.
Kissed him
Leaving for her classes.
He soon followed and attended the lessons
And when his class was over
He watched
As she was being taught
More advanced moves
Ever so gracefully.
That night she got her kisses
And then went back to apartment
To make love
But she soon asked to be
In a strange
Position
Instead
While making out.
The trigger his
Piercings.
They drove her wild
Like an animal.  
As they practiced positions.

Ahhh
The human finger print
Should be printed in
Rainbow ink
For we are all
Fingerprints
With feet.

When the
Universe
Works to find
Two souls to match
They should be loyal
As they couple
And make love
Connect to the universe.

I am an angry loner
I am buddhist
I try to not to
Get *******
But it’s hard not to be angry
When the current events
And the news
Work against you
Your people.

Every night
I see prayer flags hanging
Over my bed
They tickle my crown chakra
Lovingly as I sway my head to the music I listen to.
As a way of saying
“I love you”
Then I remember
Our forbidden relationship
How passionate
And love filled
It was.
I kiss a prayer flag before bed
Hoping we would meet again
In this life
“Nga kayrangla gawpo yo Lama Yeshe Tsang.”

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.

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.

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.

As the prayer flags sway and wave in the breeze
The poppies blossom
With their forbidden fruit.
The doctors say that that
Forbidden fruit is the oldest pain relief
I say love, kindness and compassion are the oldest forms of pain relief.
The flower is only a beautiful and
Yet obnoxious ****.
Which offers no enlightenment but misery and suffering.

The punk rocker
Brought his
New found love
To his run down Bronx apartment
After his rose’s
Karate lesson
He was sick of
Making out
In a ***** alley
Though those times were
Magical
He wanted to express his love
For her
They kissed
While ******* eachother.
The sight of his tattoos
And the feel of his priecings
Against her face
Excited her
The spent the night with eachother
Sharing
And making love
While hearing the transplants
The martial artist not
Knowing how tender she could be.

I have three names
But I have one personality
The nicknames
That suit
My personality

I have one birthday
Yet many lives
From the past
Some noble
And some embarrassing

I may have 46 chromosomes
But in the inside I
Am half human
And I am half wolf
Loyal into death.

These flashbacks
Of an old life
In a mountainous land
Where I was in love
Cause discomfort
How can I love anyone
Other then my parents.

These dreams
I have of the old times
With my monk lover
Freaks me out
Causing distress
How can I have a lover.

These tantric urges
I developed
Disturbed me
Because I
Thought
I wasn’t that kind of girl.

The puffs.
Those mini puffs.
Then round, yellow, mini puffs.
Making things seem happy.
Making things smelll nice.
Making things simple and beautiful.
Tickling when touched.
Teaching us about love,
Warmth and family.
Round, puffy, fuzzy, yellow and petable
Yet tiny:
The yellow baby mums.

Men trigger
My PTSD
And borderline personality disorder
I need a pair of Baoding *****

Men are perverts
And pedophiles
They look at someone
With two X chromosomes
And they think with their .....
Not mainful of age


Men are disloyal
Having a pet is
A more honest relations
Men are biohazardous.
Like Ebola.  

This is why I like
Women
And trans women.

We were practicing the positions
While love making
“Claudia, would you like to run away with me to Tibet.
I always wanted to be a Lama.
And we will be safe!”
I said that was romantic
But I had commitments
To my art.
But thinking back in the morning
I thought I had nothing here to live for
And I told you that
And that we can live in Tibet.
And idea was that I could teach the monks or locals
As it turned out
We ended up in Lhasa
In a small monastery
We kept to our selves
And you got groomed
The piercings still there
Thank god
We made love regularly
Until we got married and you
Started to study.
I took to sketching
The locals and the other monks
There was one young monk
That I kept sketching
And we started
To have feeling for one another
When became native I. The language
Taught him my karate in front
And soon we ended making out
“You think I am beautiful?” I
Said repeatedly
He said yes and kissed me.
When I wasn’t with you or him
I drew ****** sketches of this beautiful young man.
You found out
And cast him out.
I was angry
But for a short while.

Fidelity
Bravery
Integrity
Courtesy
Perseverance
Self control
Indomitable spirit


You don’t have to be
FBI to live by these words

You don’t have
To be tae kwon do
To live by these
Either.

In New York
In the Bronx
There was a street fighting
Punk rocker of a young men
Who was attracted
And eyed
An female martial artist
No older
Nor younger than him
When she was walking home she
Noticed him
Not afraid
She approached him
And took his hand
And the two went into an
Alley where they make out
When they kissed
The street punk
Soon realized
That he was in something he never
Knew existed
In love
Her as well.

As the artist
Kicks and punches
And strikes the air
With fierce creativity
Their moves
And body
Create a beautiful
Image
Only seen
But the imagination.

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 am in the hinterlands ‬
Of my being

I am in the xin jiang
Of my spirituality

I am in the talklamakan
Of my happiness

I am in the borderlands
Of my love.

Looking for meaning.  
Looking for justice.

As I hear
The roar
Of a jet enegine
I look up and
See a Boeing 777
Take off
The ultimate freedom.

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.

As I tell my story
Of my stigma
And of my past
I release
The squirrels
Out of my head
And into the Wild.  



Where they belong.

If your hands are
***** then
You cannot open your eyes
For karma is a biohazard.
Guilt is contagious.
Think with clarity
And wash your hands
Ya filthy animals!!!

In the summer night
Two lovers
a senior Lama
And a common girl
Couple
And have their ways
With each other
Under the summer Dipper.

Dear Shawna
I want to thank
You for
Taking me to the French shop
Now I can recognize
Tantra
And it’s ****
And it’s immoral intents.
Yes I can smell rats.
You may have saved me
From a fate worse than death.  

Dear mom
Thank you for training
Me to smell
*******
I will be carful
You may have saved me
Though
You saved me again
From a fate worse than death

Dear miss turner
Thanks you
For helping
Me find a bad
Situation and
That’s it’s ok
To go to the police
When needed.
You may have saved me from a fate
Worse than death.


I guess you
Guys were meant to cross
Patches for a reason

Now

I have some hard and huge
Questions to think about
That may even save me.

She sands
For what is right
What doesn’t **** her makes her
Stronger
With the black hair
Blowing in her face
The she will stand for
Justice
Fidelity
Bravery
Integrity
And the protection
Of the innocent
From Tantra and other forms of evil
She is a
Tibetan FBI agent
A shewolf.

One strange spring day
In England
There behind a field bushel
All is blue and purple
Three butterflies
Varying in sizes
Touch down on
Inspector Morse’s
Car which was also blue
In this painting.

To my fellow
Asper people
You are great
You are creative
You are straight forward
You are intelligent
Not toxic
Nor biohazardous
Or evil.

She kept going
Around and around
On the carscell
At the airport
A soft
Fluffy flame like puff
Is beside the girls
Bag.

She was looking
for her bag
As the flame puff comes around
The girl notices
And
Scoops up the tiny puff

What luck
A girl finds a puff
A cute puff
As she leaves with her new pet
The puff nuzzles the girl
“What a loving pet”
The girl thought
Then it’s when
The girl names her
Ball
The looks at the she puff
And asks

“How can something so loveable come
From an airport?”

Romance is dead
This generation is lost
Corrupted morally
By online dating
Fast women
And Tantra

What ever happened
To romance
And love
They were murdered
The perp
Capitalism.

There in the
Middle East
There is a city
Of mosques
With different coloured
Tops
All the colours of the rainbow
Brighten by
The bright stars
Of the Dipper
In the Milky Way.

If I was
A ghost
I would be free
To be me

If I was a ghost
I would be free
Desire
And possible romance
That causes suffering

If I were a ghost
I would be free
From my
Background
Even though I was good looking

I would become
An exotic butterfly
Appreciated for its
Beauty.

“Claudia!!”
Screamed her mother when she saw her new tattoo through the
Shower curtain
Her mother than saw
And recognized the name
Boris
Claudia was terrified
When she got dressed and dried
Her parents
Said that karate
And tattoro
Was one thing
But being with that piece of junk
Was it.
She was cut of and disowned
She had to pack up and leave.
She took her stuff
And went to her punk lover’s appointment
When she was welcomed in
She broke down and cried
She told Boris
And that she will be living in with him
And that she had to teach classes at the dojo.
For money.  
“Wasn’t that your dream?!”
The punk asked.
She said yes but was in a sad way.
They kissed
And then
Made slow love
As his way of comforting her rose.
Soon it was time
For Claudia to go to the dojo
To teach little kids and then go to her classes.
She sadly kissed him
And left.
After Boris when with his merger
Means and bought a sliver rose ring
Thinking that would help.
Went it was her turn to be taught
She waved him in
Letting him watch her.
In awe of her beauty
And grace
Soon he left
When she was done
For the day
He grabbed her into an alley
Proposed to her
With the ring
She cried and said yes
The grosem twosome
Then kissed
And felt each other up
In the alley.
Again Claudia loved the feel
Of his piercings
Against her lips and
When he kissed her face.
At least she was loved.