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

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.

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.

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.

“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.

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.

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.

The love that we shared
Was forbidden
Yet authentic
You taught me how love
And
And to walk a spiritual path
We were gentle lovers
We kissed and coupled
Tantrically
In the hope for love
And enlightenment
My forbidden flower blossomed.
Until you changed
And you called me
Demeaning names
And had your way with me
Agresssively
Never gentle.
The lotus turned into wolvesbine

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

Have
You
Ever
Cried
Because
Hated
Whites
And undeamed
Unattractive
By your own
Because
Of your
Background

I have been many times.

To any
Angry
Women
To any
Heartbroken
Women
To any traumatized
Women
Out there
There is an outlet
Art
And writing.
Do these to things
They shall take
The edge of the emotions
They shall heal you.

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.

Things I hate with a passion
Being told to fit in
I just want to be me

Things I hate with a passion
Being told to grow up ; man up
I just want to be me

Things I hate with a passion
Being told to be white
I want to be tibetan.

Things I hate with a passion
Is people converting me to Christianity
I like being Buddhist.

Things I hate with a passion
Being told that I am theatrical
For my mental illness.

Things I hate with a passion
Being told that
Goths are evil
That’s Bull.

The rebel woman
Carefully
Rubs her eyes
Careful not to ruin
Her war paint
The straight
Pink lines on her face
As she wakes up.

We the Himalayan’s
And Tibetans

We are human too
23 from mom and 23 from dad

We are human too
With emotions, goals and dreams
And feeling

We are human too
Deserving of love
And happiness.

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.

After their wedding night
Claudia said her new husband
Shed his t shirts
Wearing the monk robes
And gave her his old clothing
He was skinny
So they fit her perfectly
Before she taught the monks
Martial arts
She had to practice out in the front.
In the sun
When she finished she went
To the younger monk
And drew pictures of him.
He kept looking at her
Claudia asked him if she was
Beautiful
Sering saw that he was was in fact attracted to be her
And her beauty
Comparing her to a Buddhist goddess
He closed the door
And the monk and Claudia
Shared a kiss.
This was a beautiful experience
But she had to keep it
A secret.
She stoped seeing him
For her heart was meant for Tashi
She felt lonely
And wanted to be him
So she taught him
Her art instead.
Her first student
She gave him private lessons
But her gentle teaching
Of karate
Made the youngster more attracted to her.
Before dinner
Claudia dawned her uniform
And taught
Her art to
The monks
Including her Boris
At night she continued to teach Boris (Tashi) her moves
He taught her the alphabet
So she can practice them letters
Then Boris said that he wanted to couple with her.
They kissed and embraced
While he got into her
Feeling a kind of pleasure that she
Only felt with him
His piercings pressed against her lips
Though if it
Wasn’t for the piercings
She though that forbidden kiss.

“A lot of people ask me, stupid ******' questions
A lot of people think that, what I say on record
Or what I talk about on a record
That I actually do in real life or that I believe in it
Or if I say that I wanna **** somebody
That I'm actually gonna do it or that I believe in it”
Said my music
After I have
A bad day
These words float in my
As function through
The day
Barely functional
A dream hanging
On a string
And my integrity
****** up
**** I hate Perverts.

Some people
Take to
The bottle
To deal with their loss

Some people
Take to opioids
To relieve themselves
From life’s
Emotional
And physical pain


Some people
Take their lives
To free themselves
From suffering

I don’t do those
Things
For I have Buddha.

As I put
My iPod away
For the night
I see a face
Of a Tibetan Lama
Trying to kiss me
I get freaked out
Then I realized
It was you
My love
But you had
Sadness in your eyes
Rejoice
I will always love you
Always had

Then you
Visited me in my dream
We were kissing
Our tounges danced
As we coupled.
I was heighten
In love
And in pleasure.

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.

I have no past no present and no future.
I am a ghost.
I am the walking dead.
I pray to god for my own death.
End this mental prison that
I am cursed.

Romance is
Criminal
Romance is
dead
Romance is
Evil

For romance is
Is weapon against women.

Do you ever feel
So lonely
That you find yourself  
Talking to your
Baoding *****
In the middle of the night
Sad, huh??!!

I sure have
Felt lonely enough
That I was talking to
My Baoding *****
In the middle of the night
Sad, huh?!!

‪My mouth is a BSL4 agent‬
Because men think about ***

My mouth is a BSL4 agent
Because of General ignorance

My mouth is a BSL4 agent
Becausethe drama and *******.

My mouth is a BSL4 agent
Of human rights violations

These are why I swear.

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

It’s raining heavily
And the water
Fills out a
Red, blue, yellow, and white
Wheelbarrow
It overflows.
The water is the teardrops
Of my people.  
Wanting to be treated like a human
And to be free.

People said
That I was your slave
But I wasn’t.
I was In
Love with you.


But we were lovers
In love with eachother
Won’t they understand.
That you are human too.  


The love we shared
Was rife wisdom
And creativity
And the creation of life
It was not just coupling.

Every fall this happens
As I leave the house
On all hallos eve
The moon
Does something wonderful

It displays such a show
It stops all trick or treaters
Better the the Dipper
The moon is full
And it changes colour of the rainbow

Red
Orange
Yellow
Green
Blue
Violet
And...
Pink

The colours
Of the moon
Gets more intense
As the evening progresses

I am relaxed
By this
It’s special
For I had a bad day and
Yet
It happens every fall

Then the moon flickers
Like a flame
And changes to white
It’s usuall colour
What a night.

After seeing her beloved
Cry during his meditation and studies
Claudia decoded that her art and her marriage where important
She forgot about her secret lover
The only lover she actually
Had was Lama Boris
Her punk lover.
And Karate
She concentrated on her martial arts and then Boris
At night
While they made wierd love
In the moonlit room
To the song diamonds and guns
Not only was the passion and attraction back
Her Boris muttered something in tibetan
that She could not understand
“My love what did you say?”
Claudia asked curiously
Then it got creepy
When he said what he muttered
Was I am a Buddha
She got freaked out
He kissed her
And explained that he had an enlightening experience
Will he saw her beautiful
Face in the moonlight
“ you were so beautiful my rose,” Boris said.
As she saw his piercings close in the moonlight
She didn’t blame him
For saying that
Claudia tried to say “kayrangla gawpo yo,”
Studdering it.
He took her close to him
And the made out in the moonlight
She couldn’t believe she was
Making out with who was a punk Buddha
She never kissed a Buddha.

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.

The wolf runs
To the edge of the cliff
To greet
The full moon
After it’s meal.
The howling
A thank you to the moon
For its food.

As I run away
From your murderers
I hide for few days
Then I return to your
Lifeless body
I am saddened
With the loss of my lover and master
I wanted kiss you fair well
But I couldn’t bare
The sight of it
I slowly climb a mountain
To slowly end my life
With the cold
My last breath had your name in it
Yeshe.

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

In the middle of the night
A girl
Wakes up to a gold orb
With cherubs swimming in it
With out touching it
The orb floats
Eerily
In her hands.

I shall never
Know a person
Until I Autopsy
Them
Taking them apart
Only then and only then will
I truely know them.

You
Showed me
Side of me
That I did not
Know existed
When we bind with
Each other

When i
Feel a tantric rush
Our beings
Souls
And minds
Becoming one
And
Become one with
The universe.

I know you’re desperate for love
I am not
You have no career
Except to find enlightenment
The only thing we share
Is religion
But I am trying to heal
I am trying to have a career
I am trying to live my life
The drama
That our relationship had caused
Many a thing.
Causes headaches
And heart ache.
Sleepless nights
I cant take it anymore.  
This is a
Dear John to a monk.

Aries god of war
More like the god of mental problems
For war hurts children

Please Aries
Think of the children
The children
The children

If you thought more
Aries
You would help more
And
Not spread evil.

Soblang
I just wanted to say
That you looked and acted
As sweet as vanilla
Then I saw the truth
You ***** others
Deny your heritage
And is morally corrupt
As Donald Trump

As I watch the
Planes take off
With my worker
At the airport
I hope that my soul
Also goes to
The friendly skies.

As I watch the news
And witness the hate
I enter the death zone
My being
And
My body
Slowly die
As if I am in an
Extreme environment.

When the jack o lanterns
Are lit up
Like a demonic
Christmas tree
My undead heart
Sores
Like a dove
For this is My night.  
Every day
Is Halloween
So
Happy halloweeen!

If you were to ****
Me
Soblang
I hope that
The medical examiner
Relays the
Emotional and physical
Pain
That I had lived though
And the emotional pain
And damage
Of your lies and false promises
Caused me.

Even in defeat
I rose to my feet
Like a pheanox raising
From the ashes
I reinvent myself
Inside and out
You have mutilated
My heart
I shall put romance
Aside
Knowing that it isn’t
Dead
It just not the new me.
The stronger me.

I probably want to be a robot
So I cannot be a ****** being
That is just not me.

I probably want to be a robot
Then I would be flawless
And be able to be happy.  

I probably want to be a robot
So I don’t have to be on this demented planet
Space instead.

I probably want to be a robot
Because I am too intelligent to
Be human.  

I probably want to be a robot
Because I can save the world
And not get killed

I probably want to be a robot
But
I probably want to Batman

When I go to bed
And put on a certain
Song
You make my desire
And
Make my prayer flags move
And
Make heart race
My love
I can’t wait to see you
Again.

I don’t know
How much
A of delecate snow flake you
Are
But I hope you
I hope putting your
Love letters
In my screen shots
And Dropbox
Doesn’t freak you out.

I am a lost soul
A wayward ghost
Stalking the streets on Halloween
Looking for my lover
From a past life
Who promised we would be together
Again.
I do this every year.
But I am living a this earth bound
Curse in my head
I am beginning to forget
Your Buddha like face
So gently
So kind
So compassionate.
I am ******* up emotionally
The universe playing mind games
Every Halloween.
Our love was beautiful
Our love was my enlightenment
I have neither the present, past nor future
How can I cure
Myself of this emotional curse
Of this mental damnation.