Walls

Photography: Jamie Changala

Photography: Jamie Changala

By Amy C. Witt

I know what it feels like
To ride down canyons of adobe walls
Looking at the sun praying for comfort
Watching the hills turn into faces and different places
The only thing that feels right is being horseback
Hooves create a satisfying melody
Being in the saddle is sometimes the only thing
That makes you feel whole
As you drift into a place
To escape from the pain
And the reason for your ways
Wondering when these walls will turn into tulips
And the sun will glisten you in gold
Praying for someone to come love you
But, sometimes those adobe walls
Are the best of your friends
And sometimes those canyons
Will help you climb anything
And, maybe just maybe
The universe is waiting to send you
Someone worthy of your loving

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By Amy C. Witt

I know what it feels
Like to be lied to by eyes
That thought they once loved you
With a kiss that never
Felt like a real touch
And a man who always has eyes
On other lost women
And sometimes his push may
Turn into a shove
And then you pretend
You’re not bruised again
And sometimes he doesn’t call
Or write or even stop by
You lay in bed
Feeling insecure and wounded
And ready to move on
And you stare in the mirror
Wondering now, who you are
And how to love again
But you’ll learn soon
Don’t you ever settle for a man
That makes you feel less than
Because you are a queen
And you deserve everything
You’ve ever dreamed

Smoke Signals

By Amy C. Witt

I keep sending you smoke signals
From the shallows of these canyons
Where the coyotes cry
And haunt me all night
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I keep sending you smoke signals
From the top of this California skyline
But maybe these old Oaks
Are disturbing the signs
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I keep sending you smoke signals
And the owls they told me
That you were wandering lost
Perhaps, searching for me
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I keep sending you smoke signals
But I guess their unseen
Maybe by the bright in your eyes
Or the darkness of the big Texas sky
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I keep sending you smoke signals
In hopes of communicating with you
As I watch the sunset
And dream of holding you
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Oh but baby,
I keep sending you smoke signals
In hopes that maybe
You will find me
And help me build my fire
As we dance around forever
under this big galaxy

You're Just a Dream

Photography: Anthony Yang

Photography: Anthony Yang

By Amy C. Witt

I dream about this cowboy
Who lives thousands of miles away
Wonderin’ if he’s thinkin’
Or even worries about me
I dream about the days
When we’re able to escape
To ranchin’ and ropin’ and lovin’ all day
Livin’ the dream, strivin’ for finer things

I dream about this cowboy
And wonder which saloon he’s standin’ in
And who he’s holdin’ tight
Sippin’ on Jim Beam on all his lonely nights
And dances with girls that aren’t yet good women
And who don’t know a thing
About chasin’ big dreams or workin’ for a better life
And someday being, the best damn wife

I dream of this cowboy
As tears decorate my cheeks
Readin’ in my loneliness of a sage burnin’ light
Exhalin’ my dreams, this smoke makes me think
I wonder if he knows I’d dance ‘til sunlight
And come home every night and hold him real tight
He can wash down his lonesome ways
On my burnt Patron lips
As I love away his rugged ways
And drift into a place
Of pure fuckin’ bliss.

Photography: Jamie Changala

Photography: Jamie Changala

By Amy C. Witt

You know I am from Cali
You can tell by the way I walk
And talk
And act

You know I am from Cali
You can see it in my eyes
Behind the deepest seas
And brightest sunrise

You know I am from Cali
You can see it in my swagger
My style
And, even my smile

You know I am from Cali
Yes, you’re right
I’m from another universe
And yes, you’re right I run a little
Wild