My Sick Hooman

By Luna the Cat

Sometimes my hooman is not all OK;

She gets sick, or she has a bad day.

I get nice and snug,

She gives me a hug,

And I purr all the bad things away.

My sick hooman curls up in her nest,

And at guarding her I am the best.

Beside her I stay

To keep bad things at bay,

So that she can have peaceful rest.

Damn It, Scout

Damn it, Scout.

Didn't anyone tell you

That you were supposed to outlive us all?

You had to.

Because how else could you

Be so full of light, so full of life,

If it wasn't meant to last forever?

No one believed like you did.

No one believed in magic and love,

In science and mystery,

And in the goodness of humanity

Quite the way that you did.

No one created like you did.

You created art and music,

And inspired it in those around you.

You told stories and brought laughter,

And inspired them in everyone who knew you.

No one fought like you did,

Speaking out on behalf of others,

And fiercely defending what's right.

You never backed down, never gave up,

But you always stayed so kind.

I hope you made it to the stars, Scout.

We'll think of you when we see the night sky.

I hope you found those aliens you were always doodling,

Even though we Earthlings aren't ready to say goodbye.

Redhead

Red is the color of witches and war,

Of sinners and sirens and saints;

Bloodsuckers, banshees,

And lucky leprechauns

All bear it with no complaints.

But red is the color of love and life,

Soft shimmering sunsets at sea.

Majestic manes, mythic mermaids,

And regal red roses too.

Without fire, where would we be?

Most of all, red is the color of us,

Pure passion persevering.

Royalty, renegades, revolutionaries;

Flying flags full of flame,

And new paths, pioneering.

Always, red is the color of Mom,

Or at least it is for me.

Inherited? No. The color was not,

But her warmth and love? Taught.

So red is the color to be.

Ten-Year-Old Girl

My nails look as if done by a ten-year-old girl,

All splotchy and smeared and lumpy.

I suppose one could say in a way that they were,

 Even though the girl's over twenty.

If I could go back all those years just to warn her

That she'd regret not learning things "girly,"

I don't think I'd bother with such an effort,

For I know she would simply ignore me.

But now she's behind and a little bit lost,

Though it really does count that she's trying.

She'll figure it out, with practice and time

And kill those regrets she's been fighting.

Smell Like You

My bed doesn't smell like you,

Though I really wish it did.

I miss your familiarity,

And I wish you were here with me.

My bed doesn't smell like you,

And I miss the times it did.

I long to breathe you in;

My body aches to feel your skin.

My bed doesn't smell like you,

Yet I hope it will again. 

I want to be safe and warm

In the protection of your arms.

My bed doesn't smell like you,

But I know it can again.

I miss your scent and touch and love;

It was so much more than enough.

Little Death

Exhilaration,

Followed by bliss.

A moment in time,

Frozen

For eternity,

Yet ending far too soon.

The thrill of the chase:

Hot blood rising,

Building up pressure-

Tension

In bone and sinew,

Straining within the flesh.

Little Death draws near,

Pulling us close,

Promising a gift.

Release!

The explosive act,

So raw and so alive.

This addictive drug;

Thrill, bliss, and peace,

The heart still throbbing,

Longing,

While the body sighs,

After the Little Death.

To Powers That Be

Bring peace to the island,

Alone in this storm.

Let the winds pass,

So he may rest safe and warm.

Bring peace to the pearl,

Secure in her shell.

Stop pulling her out

To drag her through hell.

Bring peace to the prophet

As he finds his way.

Show him the strength

To get through each day.

Bring peace to the helper,

Surrounded by wires.

Help him survive

His trials by fire.

Bring peace to the woman

Whose body is weak.

Ease pain and suffering

So that she may speak.

Bring peace to the moose,

Whose forest is falling.

The demons he faces

Are fierce and appalling.

Bring peace to the wizard,

Who seeks to find wealth. 

Give him more power

And bolster his health.

Bring peace to the she-wolf

Plagued by great fear.

Offer the knowledge

That no danger is here.

Bring peace to the bird,

Alone in her tree. 

Remind her she's loved

And soon to be free.

Bring peace to the warrior

Who's battling himself. 

Help him find worth

And accept being helped.

Bring peace to my people;

They're worn to the bone.

Remind them they're loved,

And that they're not alone.

One with the Universe

I am one with the universe.

My soul swims in the seas,

In the skies, in the stars.

My pulse echoes

The rhythm of the cosmos,

Singing the silent song

Of a thousand setting suns.

I am one with the universe.

My body betrays and binds me,

Grounding me in the green earth.

The cosmos calls and cries,

And I join in its wild dance.

Spinning spirits surround us,

Beneath a thousand shining stars.

I am one with the universe.

Thinking, feeling, knowing, being,

And yet little more

Than a whisper on the wind,

A winding spring in a splendid watch.

I am one part of a whole,

And the whole is in me.

Me and Mine

There's always a place

With me and mine.

Come, join us;

We'll have a grand time.

Welcoming arms

And open hearts

Build a safe place,

Each member a part.

Stop by, friend;

Meet me and mine,

Then you'll soon see

It's gonna be fine.

Unsent Letter No. 7

More than seven years.

More than seven years have passed

Since I loved you.

When you left,

I was far too naïve to understand why.

I get it now.

I know now

Why we couldn't be together anymore.

I understand.

Our love was pure. 

We were innocent, but we were wrong.

We didn't know.

We didn't know

That it was more than it seemed;

To some, a sin.

I've wanted to reach you,

To meet the person you've become,

And introduce myself.

It's been more than seven years,

Since you left me, alone and confused,

Without even a "goodbye."

Dust and Grief

Some things are buried

In boxes and bags,

Wrapped in paper,

Coated in dust and grief.

Emotional labor;

Digging through time,

Uncovering a past,

Brushing off dust and grief.

Whispering threads,

Ready to say goodbye -

It's time to let go,

Passing through dust and grief.

All things shall pass,

Fading away in time.

Better to be forgotten,

Escaping from dust and grief.

The Ritual

Bodies -

Moving as one -

Twisting, burning,

Seeking and yearning:

Something

In that moment,

Untouchable,

Individual.

There's more

Down underneath:

Desirable,

Undeniable.

A want,

A primal need;

Instinctual,

Yet a ritual.

Twisting, churning,

Aching, burning,

Seeking, yearning,

Finding, learning:

The dance,

With another -

Hungering, lingering,

Groping, fingering

The soul.

Ritual acts,

Rehearsed, practiced,

Nearing madness,

Guide them

In this great search

For something more;

They're labeled as whores,

A sin

In eyes of some,

This instinctual,

Sacred ritual.

Backsliding

I thought we could do it.

I thought I could build this.

I thought it was sustainable.

But now we're backsliding.

But now I'm burned out.

But now it's falling apart.

Collapsing, dragged from the dead;

Over and over we run in circles,

Two steps forward, three steps back

Like a terrible tango, we dance.

I don't know why I keep trying.

I don't know why I believed.

I know it's my fault, my failure,

That we keep coming to this.

I coddled and forgave and forgot

And lost myself along the way.

But what do I want now?

But what can I do now?

I wanted to bring in everyone.

I wanted to support everyone.

I wanted to be friends with everyone.

But I brought it too far, now.

But I can't sustain this anymore.

But I don't want to hurt anyone.

I remember, now,

Why I gave up for so long.

I remember, now,

That some are too far gone.

I remember, now,

The hopelessness of it all.

I remember, now,

My failure, my shortcomings, my fall.

Is it really all mine to bear?

Did I forgive too much,

Was my guidance too gentle?

Or was it a choice,

Made by others,

To put the self before the whole?

I thought we could do this.

I tried, so hard, to do this. 

I thought I could build this.

I tried, so hard, to build this.

I thought this was sustainable.

I failed, so hard, to sustain this.