Sandalwood

sacred, sweet
a fleeting dream
pure heartwood
brushed my lips

center of time
Earthly beings
scent lingers on
numb fingertips

rare ritual
begin to fly
into chasms
of your deep

aromatic quality
one piece of life
the scent is
yours to keep

priceless smell
fever distilled
sandalwood lofts
into my soul

alpha-santalol
heartwood bleeds
fragrant oil
takes a toll

Felicia Lujan
8.20.2022

Karmic Koffee

“Karma is experience, and experience creates memory, and memory creates imagination and desire, and desire creates karma again. If I buy a cup of coffee, that’s karma. I now have that memory that might give me the potential desire for having cappuccino, and I walk into Starbucks, and there’s karma all over again.”
☆Deepak Chopra

—The complexity of my mind equally matches the complexity of my coffee. Deepak is aware of the symbolic ingredients which can inspire a true master piece.—

Miasma

The idea for this poem was originally drafted as a placeholder within WordPress in 2018, inspired by a SciShow episode. The episode was titled “5 Things Humans Got Really Wrong About Our Bodies.” That night, I drafted the idea to write a poem when I learned about Miasma theory. This is an aged medical theory about air… or “bad air” if you will. Also known as “night air,” Miasma theorists concluded breathing it could lead to the Black Death and other diseases. Tonight… I followed through on the idea and crafted a poem.

noxious fumes
of bad air drift
pushing past
the barrier

real love
floats
false friendship
sinks
into a ghost
of what you were

miasmal dream
a ghastly sight
straight poisonous
and untold

history was made
it’s there to keep
know the night air
will be cold

noxious fumes
of bad air drift
pushing past
the barrier

real love
floats
false friendship
sinks
into a ghost
of what you were

by Felicia Lujan
10.8.19

born of ash

swept by fire
rightly in womb
from cradle
to the grave

spin with heat
core buring hot
with every breath
to save

she’s born of ash
strengh from flame
rising Phoenix
fly for sky

clouds to Earth
and Earth to clouds
each flight has
made her wise

swept by fire
rightly in womb
built to kill
to the crave

spin with heat
core buring up
lit with every
breath to save

by Felicia Lujan
9.29.19

Iced Memz

I’ll take it stiff
just on the rocks
frozen solid
still on ice

pour me a glass
of shivery dreams
in a steam swept
artic paradise

frost-bound love
glacier of souls
drifting quickly
off to sea

iced memories bleed
droplets of snow
in the complexity
of we

by Felicia Lujan
9.16.2019

Devour

taking breath
consuming flesh
eater of
beating things

darkend beast
be ravaged by
needless scent
of intoxicating
dreams

ever still
devour me
whole
wrapped in
sweet memory

your lips
do kill
like venomous
webbed in
sexy threads
of we

by Felicia Lujan
10.17.18

Rubble

ashes
debris
it’s what remains
on the residue
of time

ruins
wreckage
remnants of life
just dust
of yours and mine

residual
it’s what is left
like
uneaten
hungry words

fade to grey
in metal hearts
where each
beat is slightly
blurred

pieces left
and tatters right
strewn across
each thought
of we

if you look
for me
it’s what remains
in the
rubble of memory

by Felicia Lujan
9.25.2018

Watch “The Civil Wars – Kingdom Come”

Some haunting, dusty boot music to settle rattling bones.

Amazing lyricists for sure…

Like Night

☆☆☆

your arms
like night
wrapped
rightly so
’round skin
with needful
might

each breath
I fight
caught
rightly so
’round hips
and thirsted
light

chest
beats strong
like taste
my soul
then whisk
away the
stars

lovely waste
of sparkled
lust
love laced
with purple
scars

☆☆☆

by Felicia Lujan
6.6.18

Sadly… That’s Just the Way It Is

“Men come and go, cities rise and fall, whole civilizations appear and disappear-the earth remains, slightly modified. The earth remains, and the heartbreaking beauty where there are no hearts to break…. I sometimes choose to think, no doubt perversely, that man is a dream, thought, an illusion, and only rock is real. Rock and sun.”

Edward Abbey, Desert Solitaire: A Season in the Wilderness

No One Trick Pony

you got that right
there’s no disagreeing
ya got no one trick here
smart and strong
court unicorns
just magical, my dear

gotta say
figured me out
ya got no one trick here
built Ford tough
with gold laced heart
simply magical, my dear

by Felicia Lujan
2.17.2018

Consumed

☆~☆Photos taken from that spot in my yard where I find complete peace and I’m free to be consumed by stars.☆~☆

Singe

Some singe the strand that binds a bird to emotion riddled dreams.

Doth thou not know that even in love not all is as it seems?

Singe the cord. Still stretched in time, but burning at one end.

Doth thou not know that even in love there is not a cardinal mend?

Some singe a strand, which ties a bird to the heavens in glass dreams.

Doth thou not know that even in love the strand burns right at the seam?

by Felicia Lujan
1.31.18

The Iron Wolf

~A poem dedicated to a Happy New Year in the gym. I’m ready to burn 2018 down!!~

2018… Don’t fuck with me cuz I’m ready for a dirty, wicked fight.

I’ll stomp… then scream… I won’t back down. Now you are in my sight.

Ready for war… I’m mad with rage and you’re a soldier I command.

Each day… you’ll beg, but I’m in control and I’ll make the final stand.

2018… Don’t fuck with me cuz I’m ready for a nasty, ironclad fight.

I’ll push, then pull. I’m in command. Now you are in my sight.

by Felicia Lujan
12.31.17

Negative 30 and That Fire

I’m proud to say that my blood, sweat and tears paid off in 2017!! I killed 30 lbs while retaining/gaining muscle with minimal strength loss. I am so ready to take the new year by the horns!