In the middle of the night
Claudia
Was reading tearfully
The note that her love sent her
Saying:

My beloved rose
Since you left me
With out you
Or our child
I decided that I was niravana was
You my beloved
And you have left
A hole in my heart
When you read this
I will be in shambala
And I hope you join
Me when you are done
My lovely rose.

When she finished reading
She wrote an note to her partner
That she was going away
And that she would keep
In touch
When it was morning
Claudia was at the airport
Not to Tibet
But to DC.
where she will do
Who she will become
Was beyond her.
She toured around her new city
And found the fbi building
Something drew her to it
She knew that
They were now
Hiring women
And took advantage
That’s who she willl be.
If she makes the cut.

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.

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 am a young woman
With a more bubbly
Personality
Than
Beer

I am a young woman
With more advanced
Intelligence
That a PC computer

I am a young woman
With exotic and classy
Beautiful
That of a lotus

I am a young woman
Who is unique
, eccentric and nerdy
And
Not ashamed of it.

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

When the moon
Is full
It is you see
The ghosts of a senior Lama
And I young lady
Tantrically couple
With each other
As they kiss
The before you know it
As you blink
They disappear
To fall in love
At the next full moon.

As I see
A set prayer flags
My heart sores
For their story
Is the story of my DNA
For Tibet
Is my ancestorly home land.

I am Lizzie Borden
Hacking and chasing
My love interest
With an ice axe.

I hate men!!!!!

I am Oren ishi
A human mutt
That
Is a **** happy
Yakuza
Seeking revenge

I hate men!!!!

I am Jodi Arais
Who won’t take no
For an answer
Nor
While I put up with your ****

I hate men!!!!

I am Stella Nickle
Trying rid myself
Of love
But ended up poisoning
Innocent people.  
My weapon cyanide.

I hate men!!!!

Most women these days
Me included
Hate men
I get caught up
And forgot about
Us
And the love we shared.

My advice is to you girl
Don’t look in the mirror
You need to be health and happy
***** everyone else

My advice is to you girl
***** the passport
Pursue your DNA
Pursue you chosen spirituality

My advice is to you girl
Is to not to fit in
Don’t be afraid
To step on some
Toes and egos.
Be yourself

My advice is to you girl
Is not to be afraid
To swear
***** the brimstone people
Just say it.

The in the Christmas
Winter
Dead of night
There stands
A huge blue
Ice dove
Clear as crystal
Stands
Lit up
But it’s on light
The Christmas wonder
For all in the neighbour.

I am always looking
Looking for that permanent high
Trying to end my anger
I will keep looking
Chasing enlightenment
Chasing enlightenment
For the rest of my life
I will be looking
I will be chasing enlightenment
Until I die
Just keeping hope
And thanking my mom
Thanking both my parents
But I will be searching
Like a detective
Hoping to find the
Meaning of life.

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 cheetah runs
To the food
And to the future

I do the same but I run
Away from something
To catch my food
And to my goals.

As I buddhist
I must say that
Alcohol and pills
Are not the answers
To suffering
You are killing your
Inner unicorn
With painful suffering.

The butterfly breaks
From its crystal prision
Cause by it’s suffering
Frees her wings
Electric blue wings
The colour of peace.
As a catapiller
It was suffering
Limited in ability
No she is free
To start a new chapter
In her life.

I dream of the time
When we meet again
We would star where we stop
I know that our love
Will also be forbidden
Due to karma
I cherish the time
We had together
Oh so long again
In a strange land
Where we had each other’s with one another.
You say that our love will
Be impermanent
I tried to hope so.  
The the love
Will return.

As the young woman
Sits in the Poppy field
Waiting
For her
Love to come.
She grows worried and sad.

As I
Make eye contact
Something
I **** at
With someone
Does that mean spirit family
Soul mate
That
Maybe Bull
Or maybe not Bull.

The full moon
You have inspired fear
On Halloween
And
Represented freedom
And respect for nature
Promotes romance
For the loyal lovers
Though
For me it
Shows integrity.

Autopsy is the ancient Greek word for “I’ll see for myself.”



I remember our gentle yet shy love making
Seeing your sparkly eyes
Eye to eye
As we kissed and couple
In the moonlight
I can find the doom that was coming.

I remember the philosophical yet
Romantic discussions
We had
But the despair of death
Was well hidden behind your
Gentleness and intellect.
I did not know.  

Then you wanted to teach me
Martial arts even though
It’s was against your heart
I saw the sad yet stern look on your gently face
Your tears
As you tought me
I wanted to comfort you
Through coupling
And love.

Now that I see it for my self
That it wasn’t meant to last.
That I now see as I dissect our
Memories with a heavy heart.

There near the city
Of Kutcha  
There stands
A beacon tower
Going there
To the top
Of the tower
Every clear night
To gaze at the stars
To find the find
The face of my love
Who died
As we came here
A Tibetan Lama
I hope to see his face
In the stars
Watching me with love
Guiding me with love
How I loved him.

As I hear the
Prayer flags outside the window
Flapping in the breeze
I feel your stubbles head
Between me
as you kiss my flesh
As you kiss my womanhood
My sweetheart.

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.

Every so often
When I see calligraphy
I flashback to you teaching
The art
And it always end in
Us exploring each other’s
Bodys with our hands
And with our tounges
And kissing.
You may have been skin and bones
But you were a Yeti.

I cannot sleep
For the night
Is so full of demons
Of torture and wars
In my desent past
Is full of the ghosts
Of those whom
I have wronged
S
K**
C

What the @&$# is being human????
Being a *** object.
Too hell with that
Being human is
Being imperfect
Being able to talk
Being able to feel emotions

What the @&$% is being human
Being sexually wired
To hell with that
Human means
Being able to laugh
Use our thumbs
Express yourself in art
To help others

What that $&@# is being human
****** Love
The hell with that
Being human
Is knowing our flaws
Being human
Is making mistakes
Being human
Is seeking knowledge
And enlightenment

In a remote monastery
A Tibetan Lama
Meditates
But in distress
For he
Can only see
The ghostly face
Of his lost love
Who haunts him
Every time he closes his eyes
He can see her making love to him
A gentle girl
Until he left her.  
He can still hear his voice
Saying to her
“I'd like to be reincarnated as one of your tears, because I'd be born in your eyes, live on your face, and die on your lips.”  
Now just sweet nothings.

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.

A young woman
Sits on the couch
Looking in a flame
A flame that reminded her of
The passion and
Kindness
Of her lover
From a descent past life.

Some disabilities are not visible
For you never no the cause
Of them.
Some scars and injuries are not visible
For you never see the wounds
Or the cause of them.
Al I have to say
Is this....
Treat others
The way you desire
To be treated.
Human.

As you kiss me
My mouth
Andsmother my face
You go southward
Kissing my neck
Collar bone
Kissing my chest
Belly
And the to the southern lips
As you massage
And kiss my womanhood
I let out a moan.

My loving Yeshe
As I cry in the snow of
The *****
I can’t help but remember
The love we had for eachother
The knowledge you shared
And your sparkling eyes
I keep hering  your voice
Like a ghost
Saying “I love you, I always will,”
Is in an echo of the echo in the cold
I lost Poppy
Our daughter
Now I’ve lost you
What I would give
For one more embrace
Or
Comforting kiss.
I think of that as
I take my last breath.

Lama Yeshi Tsang
As we cuddle
And make shy love
The poppy falls
On the floor
Only to dry up and be forgotten
Amoung the dust
But the night will be memorable.

The trees are
Lit up
Like Los Vegas
Te front yards
Lit up
Like Los Vegas
Some many colours
All pretty
It’s hard to chose
A favourite
So not
To be discriminatory
I just all
Christmas lights
As my faves
No matter the colour.  



Merry Christmas to every person on this ball.

As you
My love
Enter me
Pleasure me
Love me
And stroke me
I confuse you to
A savage yeti
And not a meek monk.

Sorry boys
But my heart
Belongs to another
Who I met thousand years ago
At a much simpler time
A Tibetan Lama
We fell in love
And our souls
In sinc
Karmic trying
To fine eachother.

Two hearts longing
For one another
when two souls
Lonely.

Two lips collide
In love and passion
When the two souls
Actually find eachother


Two bodies couple
And twist with
Each other
When the souls
love one another.

J. Edgar Hoover...
If he were to awake
From his sleep
He would shocked at
The horrid conditions of
The world
Genocide in Tibet
War
Injustice
The horrors of ****
What would he do??!!

The night
This night
Is my magical night

When most
Dress up as monsters I go
As xena,
Joan of Arc,
A samurai
Or some one from the old days

I relive my past lives
On this night.

As I get into bed
I kiss a prayer flag
That’s hanging
As if I am saying
I love you my
Precious
Yeshi
I drift off to sleep
My body aches
For you my love.

The life
The love
The country
And the relationship
We had just seemed
Like a loving
Yet ****** dream.

Dear Soblang

I am writing this
To tell you
That
I love you my sweet darling monk
I still desire you
Want to love you
Have my way with you
To pleasure
My beloved

Alas you were
Taken away
Before I could have you
All to myself
By a diseased psychopath

Although the
Very thought
Of you
Gives me butterflies
In my stomach,
Heart
And womanhood.

I want you
But you
Are diseased from the
Psychopath
And I can’t
Risk my
Physical well-being.

Maybe in another life.  
We shal meet again
As lovers.

This year there will be no ghosting unless I ghost the guy. This will be a ******* free year.

This will be a year of friends. And only friends no **** darma unless it is on the TV set.

I will not ask or answer favours when I am in need of actual help.

When I left
For town with another
Monk
You said jokingly
Be careful
Where you scatter
Them...
I didn’t
Know if it is my legs
Or my turquoise jewelry.
Silly lover.

I will
Find my love
Man or woman
For I am beautiful
Inside and out
I will
Master
My self
With out your help
I will find my enlightenment
With your tantric love
Your false hood.  
For I hate fakes and liars.
And especially cheaters.  
I did not
You
To make me happy
Will do it my self
Or with another.

The day that
I
Become
A ghost butterfly
I will
Break free from
The crytaless
I shall take of
Have a flight of fancy.

Our souls
Universally
For every together
I still remember
You saying
“That nothing lasts forever
Except for our love!”
And then you kiss me.

I before I sleep
I let the prayer flags
Play in my hair
And tickle my face
And kiss one
In the hopes
That we will return
To each other
As I drift off
We visit eachothe
In my dreams
I let you kiss my chakras
My collarbone
Then we
Couple
Ever so tenderly
Ever so gently
Ever so passionately
Then I awake to the sound
Of my parents footsteps
Kiss a prayer flag
Hoping the we meet
In the dreams.