My loving Yeti
As I scatter
Myself
Inviting you
You tattoo my heart
Like no one else
Family/friend or in
This case...lover.

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.

Thank you miss
For the flowers

Thank you miss
For your support

Thank you miss
For you love

Thank you miss
for the crystals.

‪Thuk-jey-che bedding for absorbing my tears‬


Thuk-jey-che to my books for helping me to cope

Thuk-jey-che mom for pretecting me

Thuk-jey-che councillor for reassuring me when I need it.

Thuk-jay-che Kuan Yin
For protecting me
Through this life

Thuk-jay-che Kuan Yin
For helping me
To nurture my gifts
And nourish my body

Thuk-jay-che Kuan Yin
For showing me
Why I am on this planet
For bring justice

Thuk-jay-che Kuan Yin
For encouraging me
Through my parents
My creative side
My artistic side.

‪Thuk-je-che amaala‬
For loving me
Thuk-je-Che amaala  
For protecting me
Thuk-je -che amaala
For raising me properly
Thuk-je-che amaala
For comporting with hugs
Thuk-je -che amaala
For being on idiot watch

As I stand
In the airport
Baggage claim
There comes
A fog
And I hear
A female voice
Am I going crazy
Then I turn around
A flight attendant was talking
About letting go
And finding joy in life
My psychic
Instinct
Say she was one of the 9/11
Victims.
I woke up in my room
And with new goal
To help me self.

I am sitting in a chair
Or at least I think I am siting
In a classroom
Studying computer science
Bored
Frustrated
Sad
And angry
I realize this I am dead
Dead because of the class
The boring class killed me
I am still able to speak but that is it.
No fancy lights
No pearly gates
Just a trip
To the morgue
There I am prepped for autopsy
The ME makes the first y incision
And open me up.
“ if you are looking for the cause of death
It was the lousy class my mom made me take!!!”
I cry this to the ME
But she doesn’t care
And continues on with the autopsy
I am at this point crying
I cry for my mother to and help me
As the ME weighs and dissects each of my organs
I cry
“You idiot I died of extreme stress caused by the class....
I had a heart attack! Please leave”
I scream
I yell
But I am  dead.
Then after the autopsy
I seeing the fancy lights
And cross over
While my parents claim my corpse.

I follow the Dipper
To places unknown
Both physical
And emotional

These places are frightening
But I keep looking up
At the Dipper
And I find comfort.

As the idiot
Eats and swallows the
Poppy flower
So long ago.  
Did he know
That his stupidity
Opened a new world.

There was a little
Girl with
A blue dress and blue hair
Talking
To her
Pet blue chickadee
That’s the size of a Boeing
737

Every meeting I see her
Trying to avoid my stare
With her racist hand
Is she abnnoyonh me?
Is she the cause?
The cause of my suffering?
Anger soon tells me
Telling me “yes”
Wishing we never meet
I burden that has a name
That name
That name
That name is ignorance
The one who invented anger
The one who gave birth to suffering
The one who represents crime.
The one
The one
The cause of yin
The opposite of enlightenment
The evil she is
My energy the one who I have compassion for.

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.

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.

As I stargaze
In my back yard
I see a rare
Thing.
Beside the great Dipper
There floats
In the night sky
Jupiter.

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.

As I stand on the
Edge of a cliff
I am standing between
Life and death
I am staring into light
And darkness

As I stand on the
Edge of a cliff
I am standing on the
Edge of the universe
I stare in to infinity

As I stand on the
Edge of a cliff
I am standing on the edge
Of earth staring into
The solar system.  
I am in awww.

At midnight
The moon is just
At the horizon
As if touching nagara falls
A goth girl watches
This splender.

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.

The news
Says rain
Is cause by
Heavy percipation
But mythology
Tells us that
Rain is caused
By broken hearts.

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 we kissed
Our tounges danced
Unknowing
Their final dance
In a mountain pass
I see your sparkling eyes
While we explored and embraced
I felt safe and loved
Until the barabians came
For ever splitting us apart
Until the next life.

I have three names
But I have one personality
The nicknames
That suit
My personality

I have one birthday
Yet many lives
From the past
Some noble
And some embarrassing

I may have 46 chromosomes
But in the inside I
Am half human
And I am half wolf
Loyal into death.

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

ཨོཾ་མ་ཎི་པདྨེ་ཧཱུྃ


Om
Mani
Padme
Hum

Hail! To the jewel in the lotus.

As I pick a poppy
From the poppy field
After our coupling
I am reminded
Of you
My love.

There in a secluded
Poppy field
As the poppies sway
In the wind playfully
Two lovers couple.

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

My lover.... since you say that your good in bed..... I kept thing that you’re a Yeti... when it comes to passion.

Will you being the Yeti pritect me from the elements and creeps??!! Would you mind making love to be in my room... it’s like a Tibetan monastery.


I wonder if you have some of the same interests and music tastes.... I hope that when we couple that you tell me what I taste like southward.

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.

Shakti a lower goddess
Dwelling in the base
Of the root chakra
When day
She gets the courage
To raise up
To couple with
Her love Shiva
Hurriedly flew up
As a snake
Hitting every
Coloured lotus
And hits the universe
To be with her lover.

As the soccer ball
Gets kicked
Around
That is how I
Feel when
I am labeled.
How’s about kicking crap.

As the Tantric goddess
dominates her lover
A monk
With her eyes.
With passion and fierceness
with the intent
To ****** him
And to see his soul.  
They kiss softy.

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.

Dear Shawna
I want to thank
You for
Taking me to the French shop
Now I can recognize
Tantra
And it’s ****
And it’s immoral intents.
Yes I can smell rats.
You may have saved me
From a fate worse than death.  

Dear mom
Thank you for training
Me to smell
*******
I will be carful
You may have saved me
Though
You saved me again
From a fate worse than death

Dear miss turner
Thanks you
For helping
Me find a bad
Situation and
That’s it’s ok
To go to the police
When needed.
You may have saved me from a fate
Worse than death.


I guess you
Guys were meant to cross
Patches for a reason

Now

I have some hard and huge
Questions to think about
That may even save me.

Claudia was awakened
By her punk lover
Kissing her ear she giggled
Think he was like a puppy
She coupes his face
And said good morning my sweetheart
Sensei my rose
I want to runaway to Tibet
And I would love if you spent that life with me.
“Boris Romanov as that sounds romantic... I just can’t.
Let me think about it
I have a life here”
She said getting away from him
Quickly
“Claudia Patrick” he pleaded
But she walked out.
Went she walked to her friends appointment
In Manhattan she though she only had her karate,
Her Boris
And three friends
She had nothing else
To lose.
The friend saw Claudia
Coming
And greeted her
Claudia broke down and told
Her friend
About the loving
Yet creepy relationship
And where he wanted to take her
When the friend said that you could email
Them they will still be friends.
That gave some comfort to Claudia
Claudia was allowed to spend the
Night at her friends
Unless it was class or when the friend had to work.
The wealthy friend
Drove her to the dojo keep an eye out
For Claudia’s creep
But he never showed.
She told her the owner of the dojo
That she might be leaving to teach the art
In another land
He understood
Then she spent the night with her
Friend
Not going to class
Until she was safe and made up her mind.
When she started to miss
Boris
And confident enough to deal with him
She came back
To him
Saying that she wanted to be with her punk lover
Even if meant leaving.
Boris felt joy from her words
And they made love.
Her red hair
And complimented
Boris’s blond and blue hair.

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

Moving the Himalayas asap.
Stuck in Ottawa ****** up Canada .
I hate it.
I hate everyone.
Everyone but my parents
And workers
For I am not free

There in Carleton Place
Was a female tibetan
Yakuza
Who looked at her tantric
Tattoos on her back
At the lovers in the tattoo
And cries
As it reminds of her
Monk lover she left
In another life.
A life in mideval Tibet.
Wondering where he is
In life.

Two lovers
Come together
To kiss
But do they
Know that
Romance is an emotional time bomb
It’s just a matter of time.

The gold fish named Tony (a poem)

Happily and freely
Does the fantail goldfish
Named Tony
Swims
With out a care in the world

Tony thinks
The world is a peaceful place
Yet he does not know
Much of what goes on
Beyond the fish Bowl

But it is better
Then hearing and seeing
The bad things
That happens outside of the
Fish Bowl

So freely and happily
Tony swims
Ignorance is bliss
When you’re a fantail goldfish
In your little slice
Of paradise

We were practicing the positions
While love making
“Claudia, would you like to run away with me to Tibet.
I always wanted to be a Lama.
And we will be safe!”
I said that was romantic
But I had commitments
To my art.
But thinking back in the morning
I thought I had nothing here to live for
And I told you that
And that we can live in Tibet.
And idea was that I could teach the monks or locals
As it turned out
We ended up in Lhasa
In a small monastery
We kept to our selves
And you got groomed
The piercings still there
Thank god
We made love regularly
Until we got married and you
Started to study.
I took to sketching
The locals and the other monks
There was one young monk
That I kept sketching
And we started
To have feeling for one another
When became native I. The language
Taught him my karate in front
And soon we ended making out
“You think I am beautiful?” I
Said repeatedly
He said yes and kissed me.
When I wasn’t with you or him
I drew ****** sketches of this beautiful young man.
You found out
And cast him out.
I was angry
But for a short while.

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 struggles with self esteem

I am a Buddhist
Who has been abandoned many times for another.

I am Buddhist
Who thinks of death and dying

I am a Buddhist
Who is struggling

I am a Buddhist who
Needs intervention.

While My former instructor
Yuan
And I  asked if I could
Play with one of katanas
I then went and licked the blade
Trying not to cute my tounge
Slowly while he watched
He complained
That the sword should be him
I then did the same to him
All over him
But slower and more affectionate
I pleasured him
And loved him.
Soon love poems
Started to come up
When I slept in
When realized Yuan was
With his crime family
I kept writing love poems
And hide them all over the appartment
We were together
Until
I felt the need to go home
Matsumoto promised that we
Would stay in touch
When I got to upper Manhattan
To live with a friend
And mother my children
I took the time to sand him steamy
Love letters.
Which we responded with more steaminess
After a while I wrote back
And never heard from him
Until one of his associates
Wrote back saying that
Oyabun Yuan Matsumoto
Died in peace.
Then I learned that you killed your self
Too much hallucinogenics
I died cherish you as you
Deserved
But instead fell for my karate instructor
Yet again.

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.