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

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

Try to Be Human

I do love me some Penny Dreadful… a series written with lovely, dark sophistication. This is a powerful scene in season 3 when the Created deters from the Creator.

“It is to easy
being monsters.
Let us try to be
human.” 

-Victor Frankenstein
to the Monster he
created… Lily

Enduring Destruction

I now understand that it takes spiders and people so much time and attention to detail to build intricate webs of life which can be easily destroyed by one toxic breath. I’ve never been one to partake in the destruction of what I have taken the time to build, but should be prepared to endure destruction regardless.

     “What win I, if I gain the thing I seek? A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy. Who buys a minute’s mirth to wail a week? Or sells eternity to get a toy? For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy??”

~~ William Shakespeare

The Recovery of Honey Lujan

Not Always Super

I thought my new Superman toy looked good on my dashboard today. Good and symbolic… with one arm.

Submerged

“…buried in those two infinities… the ocean and the sky at one and the same time. One is a tomb, the other is a shroud.”
○~~~Victor Hugo
○~~~Les Misérables

Here is my latest digital composite. I think it may be one of my best yet. There is so much symbology here on so many levels. My head is a mysterious, dark and powerful place. This design took some intricate layering, blending techniques and other effects.

Digital composite by Felicia Lujan ~ 8.2017

White Lies

so white… who’d think
it’d break a heart?
……just words
off Satan’s blackened lips

clean and dark
white lies
like stars
burned right down to the tips

so white… who knew
it’d suck up souls?
……just words
born of the beast

dirty and stained
white lies
like mud
a gritty, troubled feast

by Felicia Lujan
7.20.2017

××Digital composite by Felicia Lujan××

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

Transform It

Beautiful

~~~~~~~~”All is Vanity” by C. Allan Gilbert, 1873-1929

derived from deep under the skin…beauty is more than meets the eye

radiate with inner strength…a real beauty never dies

by Felicia Lujan
2.2017

Drink the Fire

God built this soul to withstand fire. No burn shall sear the skin.

Forged in flames from Earth to sky. Never injured by your sin.

So treat me bad. Polish your smile. I understand your game.

Good built this soul to withstand fire. He gives me strength to endure pain.

by Felicia Lujan
2.2017

× in fog ×

Photograph of fog in Santa Fe, New Mexico (January 2017) by Felicia Lujan

aimlessly × the road she roams × her heart × a guide she trusts

faces lost × they come and go × those things familiar × cloaked by fog

within the haze × beacons of hope × lights bright × yet hidden still

relentlessly × the road × she roams × her mind a puzzle × she can’t trust

faces × cold × they stay then leave × those things unkonwn × disguised by fog

within the smoke × the mirrors break × lights beam yet shed no light

hopelessly × the road × she roams × her heart × a guide she needs

by Felicia Lujan
2.3.2017

Bring the Pain

Remembering You

••~September 24, 2016~••

I remember your home.
I remember your laugh.
I remember your face.
I remember your love.
I will always… remember.
Happy 100th
birthday Grandma.
I miss you!

Read: The Concha Belt; The Power of Scent- Yerba Buena; Precious Trinkets and Sparkly Things; and A Smile is the Best Memory.