Feet First
Born feet First
Running the moment
My feet touched down
Earth underneath
Calling me onward
Picture from childhood
Tethered down
Little Ricky running
Towards the unknown
Running to the next
Experience wanting more
Not settling for
Second best
Knowing there is more
Running no longer
Content in the moment
Desiring what is now
Content in the knowing
It will come to me
Not needing to find it
The Universe rewarding
It’s beloved peaceful children
Rick Love Ellsmore♥️
11.19.19
The rhythm Calling me inward While mysteriously Drawing me outward Movement mixing With the sound Of her voice Smooth and alive Words spoken The sound of My voice Alive and awake Strong and bold Flames flowing Up from Mother Earth Grounded and pure Confiscating my essence Becoming fire Flames burning Standing up The heat Rushing…
No control Is being smashed Deep inside Crushing decades Of corrosiveness What can I control? Is haunting question From within I can control no one I can control no one’s thoughts I can control no one’s actions I can’t control People’s dislike of me Nor their hate for me If they love me If they…
She is a fresh Mountain stream Running off From the Ridge above Bringing sustenance Life-giving joy To the privileged Experiencing her Essence and joy Smiling with Twinkling eyes Snorting with Heartfelt laughter Inviting a step Towards the Delightful rhythm Of her Eternal soul Rick Ellsmore 7.4.19
A gifting of The Mothers Gentle touch Blown passionately In the wind Swirling gifts Settling in The dirt SEEDS A kiss Universal Love Passing gently From one To another The tiniest Of giving Often creating The greatest impact SEEDS Rooting within Hardened rock Fertile soil Not mattering To the giver Shared lovingly SEEDS Making the…
Some down and dirty sex. Slam bam thank you mam. Or sir. Is welcomed. If desperate. Lasting sex. Is something desired. Quickies are a thrill. But often leave the soul empty. Tasting of cheese sticks at Applebee’s. Great going in. And going down. Void of sustenance. Leaving regret behind. What is lasting sex? 15 minutes?…
Ink Meaning more Then just adding An “S” Onto my I-N-K S-K-I-N Forever resting Inviting spirit higher Your presence Your kiss Your love A permanent sharpie Imprinted on My flesh Forever seeping Deeply into My lonely heart Successively seeping Into a cavernous well Offering fresh water Nourishing Deadened roots Back to life Blossoming an Aborted…
