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.

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

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.

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.

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?”

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

I remember
In a past life
That we were lovers
Your were a Lama
And I was a young woman
We had a happy
Yet forbidden life.  
When you died you were
Reborn
In this life
Every Halloween
I looked for you
And you visited
My dreams.
I thought we would be in bliss
Then you turned
On me.
I have to be aware of my safety
And the safety
Of my people
It was never meant to be.

When I was walking
I tripped over the darnedest
Thing
A pile of daisies growing
In the side walk
**** near broke my
Pretty little neck.

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.

Tristan....
You say that you
Are into me
That I am beautiful
I believed it
Then I see
You ******* friends
All ******.  
Under age.
Shame.
Do you know you are committing
A crime.  
You ******* John.

‪I am a Buddhist; who has experienced the good and the bad. ‬

I am buddhist; who has suffered and seen suffering

I am a Buddhist; just trying to live life

I am a Buddhist; seeking enlightenment

I am a Buddhist; who doesn’t want a relationship nor ****** love.

“I almost hate
Letting people
Into my life
Because they always leave”
The senior Lama
Thought to himself
As he eats
Every day
Shunned by his mother
For slaying his father
And feeling awkward
Most of his life
As a grown man
Until a young woman
Came into his monastery
His life
And heart
When she told what happened
To her
He felt more than compassion
But more love
That was the
Night he
And the young woman
Fell in love
Knowing that she was broken
Too
He knew she wouldn’t leave him.

Just swirling them Baodings
Crud
I hope I have a better day tomorrow
Thus the Baoding *****.

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

With billy idol’s
flesh for fantasy playing
I noticed you
Climbing into my bed
I first saw your shadow
Then you
It was you yeshe
My love
While cuddling
And kissing
You got between me
And we started
To slowly couple.
It felt familiar
Like in our past lives
In the mustang.
It felt loving
Then it ended me saying
Kayrangla gawpo yo
And then a kelaphe.
Good bye
With a broken heart
Until the next time.

As I walk down the eerie forest
In broad daylight
I see a hologram
Of a purple tree
It looked like a coin
So I walk over
And see the hologram
A gateway into
Another dimension.

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.

I am a canadian woman
Hoping to be an ME
I am a canadian woman
Wanting to help the world
Through my art
I am saving for a drone
Maybe a new hobbie
Will get me some where.

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.

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.

‪Diamonds in ‬
The Dipper
Please
Shine bright
Like the rest
In the night velvet

For diamonds are forever!!!!

So many crows
Looking for some bright
And shiney
As a white dove
Flies into their trap
They attack the dove
But it was its heart
That they wanted
Only one thing
The dove
Is calusted
From prepare attacks.

Love
Is
dangerous
Both emotionally
And mentally.
Best to write about it.

We met in
A simple land
In a simple time
The people shunned
Us because your were a senior Lama
And I was young woman
We were both broken souls
Who fell in forbidden love

Now things are not
As simple
I am still a broken soul
A loner
Who turned tough
Until I had visions of you
And our love
But was in denial
Until I realized you loved
Me.
Still.

I can’t remember
But how can I forget
The love we shared
In many love nests
And poppy fields
Your beautiful name
Sounding like a tantric
Tibetan Mantra
As I heard it in my head
Or say it.

How can I forget
But How can I remember
Seeing that sparkle
In your eye
Your emaciated looking
Yet compassionate face
And you buddha like smile.

I can’t forget
But how I can’t remember
The first night together
Your flesh in mine
As we embraced
And kissed
Though it had to be secret.

Racists...
you might be blinded tothe beauty of your pasty skin
but
there is so much more going on in the background

As the kings cross
An alien desert
Both moon
And Neptune
She close to the sky
Where are they going
But farther into
The strange
Desert.

What attracted you too me
Or why you were attracted by me

Was it my personality
My poems or that we
Share same interests
Not my charm because I have a ***** mouth.

The is something fun flirting you.

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.

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 *****.

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.

The none rebell...
Tattoos
Piercings
Hair
And gauges
Not for rebellion
But to keep her culture alive.
As she ****** her
Lollipop
With a sassy additude.

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.

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

I have no time and no space.
I am a ghost.
Haunting the streets
On Halloween
To find my love
I am the walking dead.
Stalking houses at Christmas eve
In the hopes of finding
My long lost
I pray to god for my own death.
Or to find love
I am the angel of death,
i shall purify the earth from the perverts and criminals
the weak and the pestilent blessed are the enlightened.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

At conflict
I don’t know
If I should pursue love or
Not
I’ll go with the flow.

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.

The curse won't let up, it won't let me out, (im in hell)
The curse won't ley up, it won’t let me out, (im in damnation)
They curse won’t let up, it won't let me out, (im in gitmo )
The curse won’t let up, it won't let me out

Trying to find love
Only getting hurt by *******
Hoping to find a ride or die
Only finding a *******
Climbing mountains
To teach stop the ignorance.  
To stop the stigma.  


The curse won't let up, it won't let me out, (im in hell)
The curse won't ley up, it won’t let me out, (im in damnation)
They curse won’t let up, it won't let me out, (im in gitmo )
The curse won’t let up, it won't let me out

Trying to find enlightenment
Only seeing blood drinkers
Hoping to find a meaning in life
Only finding a pile of ****
Being mutt
A freak
What the hell should I do.  

The curse won't let up, it won't let me out, (im in the hellfire)
The curse won't ley up, it won’t let me out, (im in hades)
They curse won’t let up, it won't let me out, (im in SAN Quentin)
The curse won’t let up, it won't let me out


The curse won’t let up, it won’t let me out.