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

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

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

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

The Fall

I guess I do tend to fall on my sword more often than not, but if that phrase is equivalent to the word sacrifice… then I’m ok with that. I may give, bleed and sacrifice for just causes and I will give, bleed and sacrifie for those I love dearly. I do need to remember to save enough for myself though… under my windchimes or in a magical place and in the gym. Here is my newest digital composite including 11 layers and 3 masks.

….”Every sword that was dripping the blood became a pen. Every word that was written in it became a poetry.” ○○○○○Akshay Vasu

Digital composite by Felicia Lujan

The King’s Not Dead

Give
Take
Make
Gains
Pain
Slain
Once
Again
Push
Pull
Make
Moves
Kill
Things
Muscle
King

•xXx•
by Felicia Lujan
8.2.2017

Burn

the spark
a flame
bright light
you’re name

my pulse
your ache
no light
insane

run hot
black veins
enflamed
with stains

in fire
hearts burn
white light
love pain
🔥
by Felicia Lujan
4.26.2017

Oneiroi Dream

just one
so faint
I taste it’s core
it never went away

lingering
a sullen scent
night swallowed
by the day

one dream
wrapped up
in distant stars
burning memory

drift away
go far from here
though the dream
shall set us free

by Felicia Lujan
11.15.2016

In Greek Mythology, “the Oneiroi were the dark-winged spirits (daimones) of dreams which emerged each night like a flock of bats from their cavernous home in Erebos–the land of eternal darkness beyond the rising sun. The Oneiroi passed through one of two gates (pylai). The first of these, made of horn, was the source of the prophetic god-sent dreams, while the other, constructed of ivory, was the source of dreams which were false and without meaning.” Source: theoi.com

Ghost Town Gobbler

Yesterday morning on my way to work, it was like driving through a creepy ghost town. No traffic!!? When I got there, I walked through the empty parking lot. The offices upstairs and downstairs were all dark. Driving to and from the gym for lunch, there were still hardly any souls on the road. Where were all the ghosts today? Sleeping? Nobody got time for that! You know which town was alive? Yep… Mandrill’s. Lot looking like these gobblerz don’t ever rest. Just call me Pac-Man in this mofo. It was my “day off,” so I ran for 30 minutes and hit abs. With all the stress I’ve been under, I need serious nourishment!

👻😱NO GHOST TOWN😱👻

For Lillies I Weep

My lillies are looking absolutely ravishing this year if I do say so myself! My roses are doing ok, but dislike the heat and sadly, the sunflowers I planted died as mere sprouts.

“Don’t be ashamed to weep;
’tis right to grieve. Tears are
only water, and flowers, trees,
and fruit cannot grow without water.
But there must be sunlight
also. A wounded heart will heal
in time, and when it does, the
memory and love of our lost ones
is sealed inside to comfort us.”
|•|~~Brian Jacques, Taggerung

~~L O V E L Y~~

Fight

self convinced
needs aren’t needs
venom stains
are needful things
poison so slow
still honey drenched
writhe in pain with
moon clipped wings

by Felicia Lujan
5.17.2016

**Inspired by In this Moment’s song… The Fighter.**

Rain

💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧
rapture of the wettest rain
heavens dripping ecstasy
simple pleasures of pure bliss
sultry skin to set you free
💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧
drenched in misty sexiness
your body writhing painlessly
ever soaked by perfect lips
in the rainy day of we
💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧
…………….
………..
…….
….
by Felicia Lujan
4.18.16

Night Crawler

Venomous… the night… her stars,
spinning webs for daylight’s veil.
Silky, smooth… fangs slip right in.
His flawless poison never fails.
Feel no pain… just hollow love and
one bite sealed with Death’s kiss.
Night crawler… the darkest spark,
pray your heart you’ll never miss.

by Felicia Lujan
4.14.2016

Lux

•Digital composite by Felicia•

measure my heart
of solid gold
luminous for you
lux of love
illuminance
gifted to the few

intensity
your human eyes
light across a soul
fueled with power
our luminosity
wavelengths take a toll

measure my heart
luminous flux
size beyond the stars
full moon lux
the night is clear
and it’s free from wars

still casualties
of weighted love
heart heavy with a pain
peek of gold
and white light green
keeping another sane

by Felicia Lujan
2.4.2016

Queen of Hearts

•••♥Screenshot of my new wallpaper. This is such an awesome piece with the Queen holding her bloody heart. I love this artist and what a great quote ha?•••♥

“The blood of Heaven binds you,” said the Queen. “Blood calls to blood, under the skin. But love and blood are not the same.”

“Riddles,” Clary said angrily. “Do you even mean anything when you talk like that?”

“He is bound to you,” said the Queen. “But does he love you?”

~••Cassandra Clare
City of Fallen Angels
(The Mortal Instruments, #4)