"I Miss My Baby"...

I miss the way I wake up at the break of dawn at the sweet sound of your voice. That tingly sound that brings about the smile that creeps between my lips, that sound that causes the hair on the inside of my nose stand up, the sound that melts my heart and makes me so weak all I can do is smile. I miss the way I turn between the already ruffled sheets to take a look at you and admire your beautiful, slender and unique features. I miss that sky blue silky night dress of yours which does little to cover the embodiment of your figure. I miss your big white eyes which shines in the dark like the incandescent light bulb. I miss the softness of the buttons of your body which feels so soft between the hard of my palm. I miss the way my hand runs to and fro the length and breadth of your body as I am lost in a world of my own, in a world of ecstasy, in a world where I am King, in a world where its all about me, my identity doesn’t need to be known, im just overwhelmed by this unexplainable feeling as I caress my baby all day and all night. I can hardly sleep and when I do all I see is my baby in my sleep smiling right at me and a weakening rush of love comes over me…….hhhhh……..i miss my boo…..i miss my baby……I miss my BLACKBERRY….

by Nado

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"The Power Behind the Word"

The gravity of the word so unimaginable, so powerful it is.

Every letter working its way through into your heart

So magnetic you feel the word pull you into a web of thought

People wonder what you see that is unseen by their eyes and even their minds can’t conceive the power behind the word.

Reading the word is like a 3D movie when your mind is alert and creativity sets in then and the word comes to life and makes the desired changes of your heart in your life.

So addictive the word could be to you, keeping you in a never ending hunger for knowledge

Belief in the word gives you unfathomable command over the enemy

So wise you become, an answer to challenging questions you now have, you now are manifesting in the power behind the word.

You wonder what that power behind the word is… it is faith and what is faith?

It is love in motion. The power behind the word is the Spirit of God

You can never have enough understanding of the word of God because it is eternal. So also can you never understand the fullness of God’s power but the thirst of the knowledge to know certain things will always be satisfied by the word.

                                                                                Go for the word. 

By Trubeat25

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"The Tree"

Like seeds we lay on grounds fertile and lush sometimes rocky and treacherous on us the sun hit hard and bright and the wind blew hither and thither. Some fell prey to the giants prowling the earth and others like me burrowed under the ground trying to prevent the surety of death. But to us all the beast came knocking.  Shaking with fear, sweating and shivering with a cold and heat locked deep within our bones we all swallowed high and hard taking with good faith the end so obvious. With a breath so deep the beast blew and out came rushing a great hot breath that came only from a fire so hot drying us up and leaving us without. With the last of breath we struggled and a prayer we cried! Recovery we hoped not just the peace of this great struggle but alas did we know that a greater end lay but with strength know longer in the last breath we drew.

A tingling, a wriggle is this the heaven we seek?  Newness I feel, an upshoot I see perhaps the outfit of this mysterious place or is it? A sense of familiarity laid the same earth I feel and the same breath I draw what is this I ask you? For a time I felt no longer thinking of this earth departed I but alas it wasn’t to be. A tale of old I remember of reincarnation it speaks perhaps of this I partake. An angel only it can be that changed this fate of mine so obvious.

Time flew by and with it changes. In width and height so obvious and clear I grew stronger and better. With the mirror of the pond I looked and a reflection so strange yet shone. A beauty as no other graced with poise and elegance as seen only with queens stood graceful and majestic looking down at me. With great joy I smiled as the thought of the past came calling and grateful I still am for the horrors past giving me this now.

By Kristin

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