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.

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.

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.

Yes I
Kissed Buddha
For he has a
Beautiful mind
Unlike other men

Yes I kissed Buddha
For he actually has
A personality
And he beautiful
Unlike other men.

Yes I kissed
Buddha
For he is compassionate
And a decent
Person

He is the only
Decent person
Ever on this planet
In sea of *******.

That’s why I
Kissed Buddha.

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.

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.

The nurled twisted
Finger of karma
That finger
Has a ****** of a hangnail
Best to
Behave cause
Karma is watching.
Don’t behave
And it will bite
You
In buttocks
And scratch you with that
Nurled twisted finger

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!!!!

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.

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.

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 the winds blow
They stir up
The snow
Revealing a
Small but resilient lotus
That was composed of
Crystals
Changing colours
How beautiful.

Since you called me
A tantric goddess
I feel like that I
Want to enchant
You
To put an spell on
You
For wanting me
I slowly ****** you
As we couple
Ever so slowly.

Every time
I close my eyes
For the night
I only see your face
The gentle smile,
The playful sparkle
In your eyes
And your slim features
As we couple.  
How I love you.

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.

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.

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

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

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 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.

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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??!!

Depression
Is not just sadness
Depression
is not just tiredness
Depression
Is not just a loss of interest
It is a tangle
Of complex emotions
Of complex symptoms
That cause from
Your past
That created an imbalance
Both in the
Mind
And in the soul.

‪Yes i can speak english‬
Though my IQ is 196
Whats yours

Yes i can speak english
But i was raised properally
Where you raised in a zoo

Yes i can speak english
But i am human and schooled
Did you go to the mall lately
You need a life.

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.

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

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

Near the town of
Kuqa
There is a tower
Built in the Han dynasty
Ledgend has it that
After the loss of her love
A Buddhist monk
To a mysterious plague
She jumped of the tower
To what
Should have been her death
When she awoke
She starved herself to death
At the tower
Until she became
A ghost
Now and then
At dusk
You can see
The appreciation of
A female figure
Jumping off the tower.