Rise
I rise up
Every day
Cool air launching me
Rising out of a warm bed
I rise from my circumstances
I rise from the melancholy I feel
I rise up and move forward
I rise to bring encouragement
I rise to bring hope to others
I rise hoping this simple and profound act
Will ignite my soul alive
I rise so others will rise
I rise up
Rick Ellsmore
5.9.17
Written three days before my my mom’s death
Faithfully https://ultimateclassicrock.com/journey-faithfully-song/ A song built Into my core Buried deep within My psyche 1983 This song Hit Smacking the mainstream Hard and with substance I was Ricky Back then Journey was Well, they were A massive part Of my music Upbringing My older sister Loved them They were played On all the Radio stations The…
The shower Burning hot Steaming my Sore muscles Calm You came Exploding To mind My nakedness Alive and desiring The gods Carved you From the Cosmos Bursting into My mind’s eye Your mind Formed from The sky seeds Popping in The night Your body Ohh your Luscious skin And bones Gathered By the gods Large…
The Chinese principle Not forcing Allowing natural action Alan Watts says, “Acting in accordance with the field of forces in which you find yourself.” My mind Is captivating This thought Different from The empty beliefs Fashioned at A young age Built upon A limiting foundation Searching and finding Some similarity More than A play On…
The drive Anything but methodical Luscious mountains Salt-n-peppered With pine and Recent snow Stealing breath I drive on The road beneath Serving as an Entry point Into the serene Cracking my window Feeling the air Transform my breathing Lighten my load Bringing spontaneous Ahh Spirit quickening I scoot down The hill Towards Nederland A home…
The blood was dripping through his hair. A gentle stream of red running down his wrapped arm. It slowly crept down his back. He knew his scalp was tore open, but he also knew it best to feel around it with his dirty fingers. Just keep dragging yourself forward, is what he kept telling himself…
Standing She stands Speechless Feet firm Sinking sand All around Dark hair blown Wet curls Dripping residue From the sand-filled wind Waves crashing Blasting forward Tempting her rage To surface Not allowing Anything To slow their Violent progress Her unabating life Hanging Upon this defiant choice The category four Soon to slam Engulfing everything That…
