soft lavender skies
intertwining with twilight
land of enchantment
Sandstorm churning in my mind tonight,
driven by the wind of change.
And I know… it’s not that easy.
Drove a million miles and it is all the same,
spinning through the circles of my mind.
And it’s cold… it’s not that easy.
But there’s a feeling unlike any other thing I know -
on the deserts of New Mexico,
I see forever but it’s not… not as far as I can see.
Yeah, there’s a feeling unlike any other thing I know -
on the deserts of New Mexico.
I see forever but it’s not… not as far as I can see.
Sandstorm churning in my mind tonight,
thunder rolling out across the plain.
And I know… it’s not that easy.
Felt it wash away as all the rain came down,
wash away the memories from my mind.
Let it flow… it’s not that easy.
Cuz there’s a feeling unlike any other thing I know -
on the deserts of New Mexico
I see forever but it’s not… not as far as I can see.
Yeah, there’s a feeling unlike any other thing I know -
on the deserts of New Mexico
I see forever but it’s not… not as far as I can see.
I see forever but it’s not… not as far as I can see.
the terrain’s more expansive here
you said, as if obscurities that had been,
moved aside so the eye
could soak in highways singing
restless blues, as if language
materialized straight from that feeling
of nowhere coupled with too many
places to be, and you can see
what you want to, blanketing the spaces
with clutter from your mind
by accident like deja vu
I keep turning mid-drive
to stare at the unusual wedding
of indifference and curiosity,
your green eyes touching even
further than the collective
of what remains enchantingly
unspoken
Sandstorm churning in my mind tonight,
driven by the wind of change,
and I know… it’s not that easy.
Drove a million miles and it is all the same,
spinning through the circles of my mind,
and it’s cold… it’s not that easy.
But there’s a feeling unlike any other thing I know -
on the deserts of New Mexico,
I see forever but it’s not… not as far as I can see.
Yeah, there’s a feeling unlike any other thing I know -
on the deserts of New Mexico.
I see forever but it’s not… not as far as I can see
Sandstorm churning in my mind tonight,
thunder rolling out across the plain,
and I know… it’s not that easy.
Felt it wash away as all the rain came down,
wash away the memories from my mind.
Let it flow… it’s not that easy.
Cuz there’s a feeling unlike any other thing I know -
on the deserts of New Mexico
I see forever but it’s not…
not as far as I can see.
Yeah, there’s a feeling unlike any other thing I know -
on the deserts of New Mexico
I see forever but it’s not…
not as far as I can see.
I see forever but it’s not…
not as far as I can see.
On The Payroll of Hillburn City New Mexico
David J Walker
Imagine
That such a lonely city
Ever existed
Placed in the middle
of two nowhere
Not worth mentioning
A single building
The gathering spot for
Farmers wives far too
Busy to drive
to either of
the distant small towns for
Coffee,
Cigarettes
Milk and bread
Old cold cuts
Maybe out of date
And the daily mail
In your post office box
In the back
The newspaper from Lubbock
In the rack
Came yesterday and was
A day late at that
Not that it matters
In a jurisdiction
Where you must
pump your own gas
and then ask
about the latest gossip
from the Constable,
Mayor, & Postmaster, and
The only
And lonely
Working citizen on the Payroll
of Hillburn City
Ojo Caliente
Call on John to
submerse me in the
Holy waters of the
Ojo Caliente
Cleanse me deep
In the high desert heat
Hidden in New Mexico
Where the ancients came to
breathe new life from beneath
the clear clean springs of life
I am weary of the journey
I am weak from wont
I hunger for the feast of thought
And thirst for the first of
The newness of things yet
To come
Drench me in rejuvenating
Imaginings
Give me flight
And second sight
Call on John to submerse me
Whose voice
Beckoned Christ
David J Walker
A Zuni who prays every day
Saw a cloud in the sky back in May
He yelled, "Do or die!"
Which made the cloud cry
And that's why its still raining today.
I went to the market yesterday,
To buy some needed things;
Coffee and watermelon sorbet,
Pizza and buffalo wings;
Sugar, detergent, and shampoo,
And of course some chicken feed;
Couple of cans of Dinty Moore stew,
I hope that’s all I need!
up to my ankles in icy snow
the dogs wresting the shovel
and running away
the hood of my coat is slipping down over my eyes
my gloves are too big
I feel like a cranky cold five year old
who doesn't know enough to go in
snow after snow I'm sick of this
when's the next bus to New Mexico?
request a transfer
I'd like to try New Mexico
I'm into the heat and sandy colors
bright blue sky rocks and
heat
I need to bake my bones
and see some new illusions
baked red and brown rocks
miles of distant winding nothing
breaking into mountians
I want that inky black western sky
and the scent of sage under the air
a coyote growling close by
a cactus flower
A beautifully hidden work of art.
Absolutely stunning from the very start.
Vivid colors of purples and pinks.
Fill the setting skies as it sinks.
Mountains surround the city's pride.
Protecting it from the world outside.
The mountains and skies are the words that tell the story.
The building and cultures are the pictures that hold the glory.
Listen close so you can hear the wind telling the tale.
It will teach you beauty, please dont be stale.
Close your mind and open your heart.
And you'll love it from the start.
By: Cherica Eckiwaudah
Kaolin ceramics shelved for display
A framed mirror suggests a window into time
Fortifications in a continuum surround this fortress
Inside a Southwestern style is secured
Bulldozing nature for architectural delight
Rich in warm tones and textures of stucco
Baroque oval portals lead into substructures
Endearing pine stripped.....stained to perfection
Strategically placed beamed ceilings finesse
Whitewashed antlers hang above a fireplace
Not a hunters home but a setting of one once known
A water well stands with an antique pump
As an unyeilding sun drenches the broken claylike ground
Genuinely revealing a life long past
In Beautiful New Mexico a Southwestern home is found
~This was inspired by Brian….and his Cameo piece~I hadn't used or seen the
word KAOLIN in some time...and it reminded me of the west....hence, I used the
word first and went from there~
home to cowboy graves
people still worship the news
all the death,a-famed
A sense of the sacred
permeates these grounds
where El Santo Niño de Atocha walks
A sense of the truly holy
infuses the wind in the air,
the leaves in the wind
& that holy wind breathes itself into
You,
the traveler here in search
of a miracle
A soft and single
splash of water kisses your praying hands,
then sparkles down
into the healing, blesséd earth
that gives beneath your resting knees
and you realize
you are in the middle of a shining, gentle rain
Your heart and mind stretch heavenward
and deep into your soul
as you continue your prayer,
kneeling, as you are,
on this holy, sacred land
Then a clean, clear drift
of shimmering, silent snow
brushes your face, your
heart, your mind and soul
with a singular grace and beauty
And you gaze dreamily up in wonder,
with strong and joyful tears
of truth and comprehension
baptizing your uplifted, enraptured face
As you know, and as you feel
throughout your entire being,
that you are healed,
forgiven,
and ever, forever belovéd
For lovers fighters and wild bronc riders
heres to the boys from new mexico
we have no trifles
we hang our balls upon the walls and shoot 'em down with rifles
when sex rare we'll rape a bear and sleep in dirty ditches
we'll show them texan boys we're some bad sons of god
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