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.”

Bodies intwined
Like two coupling snakes
A senior monk
And a you woman fall
In love
While coupling
In secret.

Tounges dancing
Like ritual dancers
As the lovers
Commit their forbidden love
In the monastery.

No two Mermaids are
A Like
When two mermaids
Saw that they were
Exactly like eachother
they fell in love.

Why to you
Have to come into my life
Ruin my dreams
And fool with my head

Why do you
Have to come into my life
And tear down my trade centre
That is my self esteem
And give a hard life

Why
Do you
Take me to the edge of
My sanity and pull
Me back and
Torment me more

I don’t want you in my life any more.

That night before I left my class
I noticed you
But was not creeped out.
For you were cute
With your electric blue hair
And your ****** piercings
That and you were my age.
When I  left
I grabbed your wrist
To you to an alley
To make out with you
I asked if you were ok before kissing
You told me that you lost
A fight
In a sleezy fight club
Usually I don’t allow that
But apart of me felt
Sorry for you.
So we shared a kiss
Your lip piercings sent me
Into a passionate frenzy
The kissing got heavier
And we started to embrace
And feel eachother up
We whispered to eachother
As we made out
You whispered that
Your friend got you into
The fighting scene.
I thought so
Because you were gentle
Sweet
Awkward
And loving
Yet slow.
When we parted
Your name was Boris
And my name was Claudia.
With in a month
We kept meeting like this
Until you gave me a home
In your ****** appartment.
We were in love.

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.

One time you came in my class
The instructor got annoyed
Saying get that trouble maker out
I told him that if you
Leave
So will I
He couldn’t fight with me
But I did leave with you
That was the first time
I started seeing you
In your appartment
We entered heavily kissing
Your piercings sent me
Into a crazy world
In a good way
As we undressed
Before we got at the loving
Again
I had to call my parents
To say I was at a friends
Then you said something
Sweet
But my parents heard
And started getting suspicious
But didn’t say anything
So I hung up.
Came to you and kissed you
You quietly as what kung fu movie
And horror
That I wanted to see
As we made love
I saw kissed you
And said whichever
Was the longest
He said was the Kung fu
Movie
So I said then that’s the one.
You turned off the light
Turned in the tv
And vhs player
And some punk
Music down low
And we started to kiss
Embrace eachother
And you managed to enter me
I asked what attracted
Attracted him to me
With You Russian accent
You said “I like compassionate female martial artists.”
Though this was your first time
As well as mine.  
I said that I was attracted to
Guys who
Had piercings and were rebellious
All we watched movies and made love
All night
It was wonderful
When we awoke
I kissed you
Asked if you will be there
You said yes and I left for home.
When I got home
Mother called me a *****
Because she called all my friends
And
I wasn’t with them
“Are you ******* your instructor?”
I said there it wasn’t her business
She flew into a rage
And said that I was ******* around.
“It better not be that Russian boy!” She yelled.
Soon I got angry left for the day.
So it was the end of the class
And we saw eachother
Again.
And soon I spent
More and more
Time with you
Or in the karate
Class.

Dear Yeshe
I say that the love knot
Is untied
By me as
That I am tired
You should have
Thought of
The consequences
Of betrayal.

As I walk through the Bush
Behind my house
I see galaxies
On the ground
And constellations hanging in
The trees
Shining bright
Day or night.

My heart is not
A strong heart
It has to much
Scar tissue
Or unwanted tattoos
Of complex trauma
And of heart ache
How do I get rid of these
Tattoos

Revenge is dish best served cold.

The prayer flags flutter
And sway in the wind
As I meditate
Though instead of seeing
The compassionate face
Of Buddha
I see the face of my lover
A Lama
Whom was from the distant past
A past life that I
Rather forget.

Where
Is the love
In this world
It is hidden
Use force to find
It.

‪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.

Them bones
Them bones
We have to
Collect all
The bones
To give them justice
To put them to the rest
That they deserve
Them bones
Them bones.

As I go
Outside late spring night
The moon is full
The flowers fragrant
The flowers glowing
In the moon light
So
Does my heart chakra.

Yeshe
My darling
I haven’t forgotten you
Nor have I given up
I just stopped
So I can delvope compassion
So I can delvope happiness
So I can find my self.  
Kayrangla gawpo yo
And I will always.

As the girl wondering
Away for her mother
Lured not by evil
But by the beauty
Of the spring blossoms.

We talked in the morning
And I told
You that my strict parents
Are suspicious
And then I sobbed that they though
I Was ******* my sensei.
Then
You told me you were disowned
Because you left the army
And that you were buddhist.
“Rose, I have parents who hate me too. “
You went in for a kiss
I left my non karate friends
And started hanging out with you
And your buds
As the days pasted
I got to know your
Nickname
“Freakboy”
And your interests
Other then me
One day I spent the day at the
Getting a tattoo near my side
Of ****** samurai swords
With your name in the red ink
You tracked me
Down
And
You took see a fight club
We spent most of the time making out inside of watching
For my sake.
I had to run to my class
And gently kissed you
And I left.
Later I showed you the tattoo
Which initiated tonight’s  
love making session.

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

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.

Rob was swimming
And floating in
His infinity pool
At sunset
Little does Rob
Know
Jupiter is raising.

“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.

Has I enter the outside
With subzero temperatures
And blow a bubble
I excepted it
To freeze
Yet instead
It filled with
Different coloured butterflies.

During the Tang Dynasty
A yellow haired
Girl from Lunan came to a small Han town
To escape the bandits
There she met a
Shaolin monk
Of the similar age
They fell in
Madly in love
And only met up at midnight
That was when
He taughted her his ways
And they would kiss
And couple
She wanted to bring him to her
Home
So she felt loved and safe
Their travels
And love affair
Ended tragically when
Her love interest
Was struck down
That’s when she became a nun
While carrying their
Love child
But she soon took to the *****.

The Dipper turns
Every spring
Above the mighty sphinx
To fill the Nile for the autumn
Winter and spring
Oh what a site.

Later the young lady
Was not at her
Karate class
So the punk
Had to wait
She was late
Not like her
She said had a surprise for later
And that she had to get to
Class
He was welcome to watch
Every time she made a move
She seemed graceful
Like a warrior ballerina
When the classes were done
For the day
The wild young man
Came up and kissed her.
There something about the feeling
Of his piercings against her lips
That made here want him more
When they came to his
Apartment
The kissing got heavier
And as they undressed
He noticed a two tattoos
Of samurai swords in blood
Running from her hip to her ribs
With his name
Boris that looked like it was written in blood
He was appreciative of it
He said holding her
That’s why your were late.  
She climbed into bed
With him
And he kissed her new ink
Then her thighs
And her womanhood
Again the feel of the piercings
Got through to her
Soon the two kissed
And made intense love.

As I look
At Tibetan art
In a store
While window shopping
I take a long close look
And I am reminded of us
In our time
When things were so simple
When things were so complicated

Right between the borders
Of Turkestan
And Tibet
There in the remote regions
There lives a demon
Female
With one eye in one socket
And a flower in the other
Scarred
Waunds all over her
Beautiful face
And body
It’s said that this
Demon
Comes when people are
Oppressed
And suffering
To reak havoc on
The tormentors
Through disease.

There once was a woman
Who came back
From beyond
The grave
As a shape shifter
Though she
Can only shift into
A peacock
Whenever she wants to find love

As they
Destroy the sand mandala
I remember
You saying everything
Is impermanent
Except that our
Love for each other
Will last.
And you kissed me.  
Bitter sweet is
What I felt.

Mayhem
That is what I can
Describe my nightmares
But this took
The cake
When life long friends talk to
Me
Al the while her child
Was lured away
I couldn’t do anything about
It
Except cry.

After their morning love making
Boris go out of bed to start studying
Taking that time
Claudia satisfies her
Body with more sleep
And used her new knowledge
Of the alphabet
To write lover letters
To both Boris
And the lower monk
She left one for her punk husband
And to her lover.
He never knew
Until one day
Boris saw the two practicing
She was more gentle to the youngster
How they go group with eachother.
He let it go and kept up on his buddhist studies
When he found ****** drawings
Of her and the younger monk
Being together
He felt a sting
He talked to Claudia
Not accusing her
Just saying
As a Lama he had the youngster out casted.
He said that he was her husband
And not a *******.
While Lama Boris
As she lovingly called him
Was ranting raving
Claudia couldn’t help
But think that her secret pet
Was now a beggar.
She lost it
Telling her punk punk husband that
There will be no coupling
Unless he kept to his study
And start to control himself
She banned him from the lessons
At night she for
The first refused to let
Boris to touch her.  
The next morning she
Found some love poems and love
Letters
More less apologizing for his anger.
She forgive but not forget
And tried to light the flame
Of her passion.

I was the full moon
Lighting up
The dark night sky
Bring the night
To life
You were the sun
Who was enlightened
And bright light
To the world
Being the source of
Knowledge
And life
Only at dawn
And at dusk
We will couple as
Forbidden lovers

The odd pair
Woke up
The crazy punk
And the perfect martial artist
Ended kissing eachother
On the lips
And smoothing each other’s
Faces with kisses
While embracing one another
As they wake up
He gets between her
And they started to make love
Before breakfast
But that’s wasn’t planned.  
They got carried away
And soon it got late
She had to leave.

‪I am a Buddhist ‬
Who struggles with self esteem

I am a Buddhist
Who has been abandoned many times for another.

I am Buddhist
Who thinks of death and dying

I am a Buddhist
Who is struggling

I am a Buddhist who
Needs intervention.

So i am wondering what makes people
abandon me so quickly.
It’s not like I am
garbage or ****.
But why is it when I
Try to find
My other half
They ghost me.  

So I am wondering
How do I scare
People off
When it comes to
Romance
Is it the
Fact that I
Am mixed
Or is it
That I ain’t causasoid.  
Am I a freak.

So I am wondering
Why the only
People who love
Me are family
Why do I have no game
It’s not like
I got
Ebola
Or
Lepersy.

If I died in a riot
I will not be afraid of it
***** death
I will be able to be my lover
Again
In another life.
I don’t fear the reaper!
I would want to be remembered as
Someone is intelligent.

If I died in a school shooting
I will not be afraid of it
***** death
I will be able to be with my lover
Again
In the next life.
I don’t fear the reaper!
I want to be remembered as compassionate

If I died in an outbreak
I will not be afraid of it
***** death
I will be with my lover
Again
In the next life
I don’t fear the reaper!
I want to be remembered as a fighter....tough girl

If I died as a victim skyjacking
I will not be afraid of it
***** death
I will be with my lover
Again
In the next life
I don’t fear the reaper!
I want to be remembered as anti terrorism

If I got hit by a bus
I will not be afraid of it
***** death
I will be with my lover
Again
In the next life
I don’t fear the reaper.
I want to be remembered as
Someone who zero tolerance.

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.

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.

‪There will be no toxic karma ‬
For her in 2019

There will be no toxic love
For her in 2019

There will be no toxic hate nor drama for her in2019

There will be no toxic thoughts
For her in 2019


Just toxic music in 2019.

Every forest fire
The firefighters in the thick
Of the fire
Always see a
An apperception of a
Firey red head
Who was said to start the fires.

As the young woman
Goes to eat a rotten
Appracot
She thinks back to
Her encounter
With the
6th Dalai Lama
She thinks
Me princess.

When you let go
Of the past
And it’s villains
It’s best not
To mention the names
According to the ancient
Egyptians
For you will
Being them back to life.

As I sleep
I see the face
Of the fictional
Woman who I created
Green eyes
Firey red hair
Looks like a young Scully.

Don’t judge a
Wildflower
Because it
Is in a field
It might be a rare
Orchid.

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 planet Jupiter
The solar systems pearl
As I see a picture
Of that planet
I am reminded
Of my mother
And her immense love
Love you Jupiter.

As I practice my
Tibetan and calligraphy
I felt lonely
For my love
Is not around
To lovingly teach me.

As I look in
The mirror
I don’t see a 30 year old
Curvy woman
Instead
I see the 13 year old
Mad coroner
Who was skinny
No use
But to **** friendships.
What should I do.