Hey
I am the fire
And your the gasoline
You like my charactertics.  
You like my soul
You can’t break my bones

I’ve got broken bones
But not from
The sticks or stones

I’ve got broken bones
Not the stick or stones
But by the racism

I’ve got broken bones
Not from the sticks or stones
But by forceful people
With forceful beliefs

Hey
I am the fire
And your the gasoline
You like my charactertics.  
You like my soul
You can’t break my bones

I’ve got broken by
Not from the sticks or stones
But from the words you call
Me.

I’ve got broken bones
Not from the sticks or stones
But from phoney personality

I’ve got broken bones
Not from the sticks or stones
But from the threats

Hey
I am the fire
And your the gasoline
You like my charactertics.  
You like my soul
You can’t break my bones


$&%? You!!!!
Can’t break them.

You promised
A life in Bhutan
As lovers
I took your promise
As gospel

You promised
Me that
We would practice
Tantra
I took your promise
As gospel

Your promise
Me
That we would see the monasteries
As we traveled through
Your country
I took your promise
As gospel

Then I found out that you
Only like teenagers
And underaged girls
Well you can
**** your promises.

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.

The punk rocker
Brought his
New found love
To his run down Bronx apartment
After his rose’s
Karate lesson
He was sick of
Making out
In a ***** alley
Though those times were
Magical
He wanted to express his love
For her
They kissed
While ******* eachother.
The sight of his tattoos
And the feel of his priecings
Against her face
Excited her
The spent the night with eachother
Sharing
And making love
While hearing the transplants
The martial artist not
Knowing how tender she could be.

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.

When we were making out
In the moonlight
All was great
Until you muttered
Something strange in tibetan
I was creeped out and
Ask what you said
You said that you
Were a Buddha
I freaked out some more
Until you said that
My moonlit beauty
Made you achieve enlightenment
I took it as a compliment
We continued to couple
But in the morning
While we made love
You said that you were going to announce your
Achievement to everyone
It only got worse
Soon I missed my period
I wasn’t stupid
And I got afraid
So I had to leave
For the sake of the child
So I run away back to the us
Before you came back to me.
I had a woman sneak me to the nearest airport
And I left but ended up in Japan
In the city of Osaka.
Because I need medical attention
To see how many kids I had
multiples were confirmed
As I was leaving
I heard a familiar rough voice
Call out my name
I turned around
It was yuan Matsumoto
He asked me to come with him
After he was looked over
When we were both discharged
yuan took me to his high end
Appartment
There my old sensei and I talked
I said that I was in Tibet
But he did not get angry
“Let me see, that twirp dragged you?”
I said yes and he gave me a hug
And we made out
Soon we made love
As if you never knew.
I just had one question
That he wasn’t going to cut my heart out
Yuan Matsumoto gently kissed me
Reassuring me that he was only jealous
At the time
I wanted him.
He gave me his mother’s ring
And said that
He was in love with me and wanted me for life.
My yakuza and I kissed deeply.

The
Day
I become
A
Butterfly
Pretty
And
Blue
With
Black rims
Will
Be
The
Day
I am
At
Peace.

The chief concubine
Enters the room
Flowing gowns
Beautiful colourful
I mistake her for
A butterfly
Though with
A ***** look I
Know that I shouldn’t
Mess with her.
She is fierce.

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

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.

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.

Himalayas of
The mind
Waiting to be conquered
It takes day by day
Minute by minute
Hour by hour
Look at them with beauty
And not as an obstacle.
Then
Only then would
You have conquered them.

As I step out
Of your room
They call me lama’s pet
Consort
Prisoner
But I wasn’t your prisoner
I intiated the relationship
You never seduced me
You loved me
You pleasured me
You kissed me
As you had your way with me
I connect to the universe
You too as well
As our bodies and souls
Connect and celebrate
Tantrically.

Dear mental health worker  
You only see my faults
But there’s more to it than that.
Are you afraid of Buddhist people
Are you afraid of actual humans
Well
I am a Buddhist
And
I am human....
A flawed creature.
I am showing you
Your flaws and weaknesses
Your short comings.
Is that it.
Do I frighten you.
Guess what.  
There is no such thing as normal.  
If you don’t like people
Then may lord Buddha have mercy on your soul.
Use love.
Not hate.

I cherish
One of the first times
That we coupled
We kissed
Ever so gently
Ever so tenderly
Our tounges
Doing their forbidden dance
Then you kissed
Each of my chakras
When you came to my root chakra
You gently kissed my womanhood
My body was awash of love
And awash of pleasure.

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.

There in 1932
A semi poor mountaineer
Charles Nigel
From Britain
Came to climb
The tallest.
But ended up falling in love with a beautiful local girl
A Sherpani
Who’s name meant Poppy
He callled her Poppy
Though Poppy was ment for another
For the first while
They had to keep love a secret
Until she told her parents
Who disowned her
He even though he was a drinking man
He always loved and loyal to
Her
When he couldn’t find her
On night
He flew into a rage
When she came back
He slapped her
And they fought
He became more controlling
And abusive
Leaving the poor girl
Alone
As he went to drink.
One night he found his love
Poisoned her self
To death
While carrying their love child.
Then
Only then that he felt remorse
And love again.

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 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.

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.

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.

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.

During the Cold War
There was an
Angel
Who was fed up
With death
Grabbed a nuke
And
Started it away from Earth
Potentially saving the humans.

I did not go back to the dojo
Again
But the love letters
Kept coming.
I ended up only teaching you
And then you
Taught me your Tantra and karma sutra
I could feel love and pleasure with different poses
That we were linked spirituality
We did this every day
And normal making out.
One evening
You were out
I know were confronting
My sensei
And came back with a severe black eye
And a **** on your arm
From a katana
Thank god it was just skin deep
And the hospital was not involved.
“That guy threaten to cute out your heart and cute off my head
I am calling the police and tell them he’s Japanese mafia”
You said
We spent the night
At the police station
I had the letters
As evidence
And where he lives.
A few days later ended up with the dojo to my self and my instructor turned lover was in prison
And being deported back to japan.
In a way my dream came true
Thanks to human stupidity.
The appartment up top
Looked like someone was still
Living there
And the weapons he
Taught me to use
Frightened me to death.

People running
Up an excellater
Trying desperately
To catch their
Connecting flights
To their rebirth.

Better listen to me
This dead woman
Is talking
You should’ve
Treated me right
And not cheat
You may have found
Love.  
Shall this convo begin in hell


Salambo
Salambo

Better to listen to me
This dead woman is
Talking
You shouldn’t be
Racist
You should’ve
Been open minded
You may have found
Love
Shall this convo begin in hell

Salambo
Salambo

Better to listen to me
This dead woman is
Talking
You should’ve
Not beat me
You should’ve worshipped me
A goddess
You may have found
love
Shall the convo begin in hell.

Hide run scream fight
You can’t fight devious
Goddess.  

Salambo.

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

I lay in my bed
How I desire you
Crave you
Crave your kiss
Crave your touch
Crave your love
Compassion
Crave your being in mine.

If I were charged with a crime
It would be because
Lured into another
Toxic relationship
And I killed the
Pervert with poisoning
Or an ice axe to the crown chakra.  
For men lie
For men cheat
For men are perverts
And womanizers.

As I see you
You’re cute and handsome
With your bald head
Yet your were a monk
It was love at first sight
We talked
Though
I see your picture
I developed feelings
And tantric urges
So intense
I wish you were
With me
Loving me
Being with me
Inside me.

I had dreamt
Many times

I was a young dancing girl
Who
Caught the eye
Of an older Lama
He caught my eye
And heart
I was dancing for him
Then our beings
And tounges danced
Eachother for the first time.

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.

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

I remember
A nightmare
That I had
Of my doppelgänger
Only she was wearing all black except for the head
She tried to cut me
Up with a kanata
How did I know she was
My doppelgänger
She was also part Tibetan
She looked like me
Exactly
She was my weakness
My fears
And everything dark.

Dear shawna.
I wish to inform you
That I am forgiving you
And wishing you well
For the best karma
I need as
I am Buddhist
Though I cannot be compassionate
Towards you
For only Allah is compassionate
To all.
According to Islam.
I am only human
A flawed creature
Who can only forgive.

Two lovers
A Tibetan Lama and a young lady
Where walking
Arm in arm
Kissing eachother gently
As they were going to
India
Where confronted
By bandits
They fought with the
Young lady’s lover
The Lama
When he was finished
He said “I love you Nebo, I always will”
She kissed him
And ran off to the mountains
And climbed until
There in the extreme cold
Nebo wept
In the snow
Until the cold done her in.

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.

Shine bright like a diamond
Like the diamonds in
The Dipper
Like the diamonds in
Black velvet

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

For diamonds are forever!!!!

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

If your hands are
***** then
You cannot open your eyes
For karma is a biohazard.
Guilt is contagious.
Think with clarity
And wash your hands
Ya filthy animals!!!

If I die of the Plauge
I would want to be remembered
Not as a victim
But as a healthy
And happy

If I die of Ebola
I would want to be remembered
Not as a victim
But as a beautiful
And diligent girl
Who created art.

If I die of rabies
I would want to be remembered
Not as an aggressive victim
But someone
Who brings compassion
And kindness.

I told you that I had to
Go back home
To take a shower
To get off the sweat
And odd smells
We kissed
You said that you liked
My perfume
I left anyway
To clean up
When I was taking the shower
My mom sneaked a peak
Of the tattoo
And screamed ****** ******
When she saw your name
She screamed louder.
When I dried off and dressed
My parents said called me every thing
And told me to empty out my room and leave
Which I did
I was crying walking back
To your appartment
When I got in you were
Playing with a bell and a mini batton with two bubbles on it.
You looked up
I started to sob and told you
That I was disowned
You kissed me
I could feel the sensation of your piercings
When I said that I had to start
Teaching karate
To kids while still learning
You said that that was your dream
I said yes
And kissed you
I welcomed you
To the classes and to watch me
We then made shy love
Until I had to get going.
While we kissed I played with you
Then left after getting dressed. You were late for my lessons
And I got worried
But I carried on
Then
After class you
We’re leveling in the alley
And we maxed out and you gave me a silver rose ring
Ask for my hand.
I cried and said yes.
We headed to my new home
Yours
We spent the night
Watching films, listening rock
And making love.
You got out of your clothes
Without problem
And you and you
Laid me out
And kissed me
Touching me while
You took my uniform off
There in the semi dark
We made love
And kissed slowly
Until the morning
We slept in
And woke up smelling our musky
Perfumes.
That got us going
And we made love again
I told you that I loved your “perfume”
And you said the same about mine
Got carried away
And breakfast was out.
We spent the day 69ing eachother
As sweethearts
We were loving
But you were skilled
We spent the late afternoon
Laughing talking and breathing heavy.
Your blond but blue hair
And my red set eachother off.
If I didn’t now any better
I thought you had practice.

Why do I want to
Learn Tibetan
Why do I want to
Lear dazongka
Why do I want to learn
Sherpa
And uyger
To connect to my
Ancestors.