No Doorbells

Knock. Knock. Knock.
There is a visitor at the door,
a stranger,
shrouded in darkness
But his smile was infectious.

Knock. Knock. Knock.
He bangs again and I approach the door with caution,
tip toe-ing across the shattered glass floor.
I know he's still there,
I can sense him on the other side of the frame.

He says hello and I jump unexpectedly at the smoothness of his voice,
the underlying tone of curiousity
Is he genuinely interested in who's here?

Knock. Knock. Knock.
Gosh, he's persistent and now I'm afraid to answer.
What conclusion will this interaction bring?
Guess I won't know unless I answer.
 I'm still peering at him through the one way glass of my mind and begin to reach for the door handle because even though I'm afraid, something is emanating from him, right through this barrier and is reaching me.
I slowly turn the handle and push open.
He was turning way.
I whisper "Hi".
He turns.

I'm in his domain now,
powerless to the energy surrounding him, drawing me in closer every second .
No more words are needed and he extends his hand.

I don't remember when I took it.
I only notice the feel of his embrace, enveloping me like a warm towel, provding comfort and joy.

Now I can never walk back through that door.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

My heart is wonderfully trapped within His chest. 

© 2014 Strict Evolution Creative Works and Entertainment

(still thinking of a title)

A million unseen pieces.
Scattered in the moon light
Reflecting the awesome beauty of nature's blessings
The ricocheting beam is blinding from the distance

Perspective:
Trodden by protected heels into the foundation,
But the raw edge of the unexpected crosses tonight,
And is sliced open by that which was hidden,
CURSES.
Upon closer inspection, when you see what's reflecting
the most delicate of forms,
Those tiny pieces of the once whole existence,
Glistening as the clouds waver across the expanse.
Admire, admire it all, not the pieces that you see,
but the wholesome of what was and what will be again.

Stoop to inhale the aura that surrounds the fragments and let it
transcend your soul. Gaze, and envision, feel and experience.
Be the one to make the change.
A million unseen pieces, to be seen again.

© 2014 Strict Evolution Creative Works and Entertainment

Rituals..

...but I have to pull myself together, away from the nothingness it leaves me with.
For something more lasting.
Once again my heart is empty..just like...
But I kept it safe, for weeks...and now...
Now It's a slow decent from the pique, the climb
took weeks,
a staggering treacherous wobble
Past obstacles of uncertainty
and though the journey seemed it would be a long one,
the summit was reached in a flash and the view was anti climatic,
obscured by other peaks, greater in height.
These too would have to be trekked until the field of vision
is clear
And so standing at the pique, look back.
See that there is beauty in that journey
And begin the descent.
Only to Rise Again. 

© 2014 Strict Evolution Creative Works and Entertainment

Your Eyes

One day I will,

Capture your heart but first
I'll have to capture your mind
And to do that I have to capture your body.

But first I'll have to capture your, eyes,
How will I do it if i can't be seen?
If I can't, capture......your awareness,

How do I pique your curiosity as mine is done,

Do I make you...hot when I look at you, through the windows to my soul,
Do i make you stutter, fumble, can't find the words when you are near,
Feel like you could just disappear............
Into my arms?

One day I will,

Capture your heart but first
I'll have to capture your mind
and to do that I have to capture your body,
But only if, I capture, Your Eyes.

© 2014 Strict Evolution Creative Works and Entertainment

Let The Sunlight In

Hiding behind a cloak of superiority 

She glides across the floor, flawlessly,

The admiration of all who lay eyes on her,

She smiles, a smile so genuine, and it is.

But as the lanterns are extinguished, 

And the night's watch take their place at the gates,

She's sullen, her pity reveals its fury,

And she is propelled, down, deep into her despair

The tears falling as flowingly as the cloak which slides from her shoulders,

She crumbles, she implodes, and emotion is her dynamite,

But noone will ever see what she feels,

Because as the sun begins to rise, through the stained glass window,

So does she,

Up on trembling knees, with a wavering hand, with blurred vision,

The cloak is replaced.

And the gates are opened.

© 2013 Strict Evolution Creative Works and Entertainment