"Small Minded" Folks

Small minded folks carry on
Small, restrained, unintelligent convo's
Over coffee and cheap wine-
Tainted thoughts from tainted minds,
Splattered with complex words undefined.
Unfathomable philosophies
Pried from the depth of the like of these
Boggles my poor little head
Like peaceful foreign policies stained blood red.

Small minded folks walk with a hunch
So they won't stand out amongst the bunch
Their weapons of mass destruction blunt-
Because their lips don't move fast enough;
They refuse to shut but can't speed up
And the nonsense pours out like rain
From their imperfect brains
The same as before
But tainted with ignorance much more.

Small minded folks familiarize a familiar place
So they won't face the changing pace
Of the surrounding environment
Too large to comprehend
Like Plato and Aristotle going at it again.
A creation of a large spectacle;
The objective from their perspective
Is only within their eyes' reach
Anything else would be an illogical breach
Of all their self imposed limitations.

Little people have little dreams-
And big thinkers do big things
Who am I not to want something great?
Who am I to succumb to the hate?
If the Will is so, it's already done
So there's is no need for me to become undone.
And the small minded folks will lag behind.
And the small minded folks will remain undefined.
And the small minded folks will waste their time-
Until the small minded folks enrich their minds.

L.

*Yes I know how awkward "small minded" sounds, just didn't feel like putting quotes in the whole thing. Thanks for reading.
~'Tis All.

This Black Chick Reviews this Flick *Spoilers*

Saw 4.

I don't care how you put it, formulate it, whatever. I understood that the beginning was really the end, but I was still like WTF at the end of the movie. Why oh why are they setting us up for Saw 5? They could have easily told us what was in the envelope that was written for Amanda and the detective's motives as well. But it was cool to see John go crazy... I mean that's a tragedy in itself, but dang he took it a little too far with the craziness...

Now Lyriq (Riggs) was oh so fine in the movie. The fact that he was under pressure had his shirt all off for no reason was just like wow. Like the Orlando Bloom & Anakin Skywalker factor.



Thank you for the eye candy in the midst of the gore, guts, blood, and over-the-top mutilation of the human body. Now I appreciated his fervor for saving lives, however, I do not think that after all those trials I would have walked through that door. Halfway through the movie it was like "ok, so if he tries to save the detective, someone's going to die." That was the WHOLE point of his test anyway - stop trying to save lives that aren't for you to save. It's ok to save a life if it is not an obsession, which it had become for him. I mean, I knew something was wrong when this chick tried to kill him after he had saved her life. How in the world was all that stuff set up for him in his house while he was sleep? He must have been extra quiet while securing homegirl to an engineered death trap. What was really gruesome was the deaf-mute trap (if you can't see it youtube it):



And the lady that ended up killing her abusive husband. Yeah, that was neat- you go girl. I won't even address the guy getting ripped limb from limb as I had mixed feelings about him and his voyeurism. But the only part in the movie that made me cringe was the autopsy. Thank you Wes Craven for desensitizing me to the harsh realities of horror movies.

And plus, HOW IN THE WORLD WILL THEY EXPLAIN THAT THEY FOUND JIGSAW'S BODY WITH THE OTHER FBI AGENT IN THERE ALIVE LOCKED IN THE ROOM WITH THE DEAD BODIES KNOWING THAT TWO DETECTIVES WERE MISSING AND ONE RETURNS TO PLAY THE TAPE AT THE AUTOPSY AND NOT PUT TWO AND TWO TOGETHER? I mean they are going to have to create a cork for that plot hole. How did he even end up in that room anyway? If he had been following the same path as Riggs, obviously he was because he didn't see any of Jeff's test stuff, how did he end up in the room where Jigsaw was unless he either had a prior knowledge of that room or purposefully made a wrong turn? Jigsaw lays out the path your are supposed to go plainly so there shouldn't have been any detours.

AND how are they going to deal with the fact that there is a "serial kidnapper/lunatic" on the loose and these people are running around without partners/backup/bombs? Somebody missed that part of training. Why oh why did Perez decide to take a closer look at the doll? He said your next move would be crucial or something like that. Personally, if I knew that a serial killer was using a toy doll to deliver the death message, I would have called for backup from the cops (might as well, they are on payroll) and said "inspect this" before I got my face blown. I'm FBI b!tch. Plus, did anyone think that if Amanda was MIA 100 lbs soaking wet and Jigsaw was two breaths from death since movie 2, that someone else had to have been planting these things? FINGERPRINT AND FORENSICS people.

And the whole ice block crushing the head thing, reminded me of that guy who crushed the watermelons. Yeah, I just shook my head in the theatre. Why? Because this guy has survived through 2 movies only to die. Dang. And the twist wasn't really a twist, not really.

But, in my delight in intertwined storylines, I will more than likely check movie 5 to dig deeper into the Saw mysteries. But with more skepticism rather than awe. But they could easily write an essay about what will happen and I'd read it and save myself the long drive from this country place to a theatre.

'Tis All.

The Men in my Life

I just wanted to take some serious time and thank all the men in my life for bringing out the best woman in me for the Man in my life. I know it's a hard thing to say/ realize but it's a good thing really. All the b.s. (disrespect, lack of balls, marriage proposal, etc.) just made me that much more aware and that much more enlightened. I am so thankful for the trials of life because they truly make me a better person in the end. Although while you go through trials they seem like they are there to break you down, in the end, they just make you see that all things do work out for good!

Unless your name is - Juanita Bynum. Yeah, he was wrong for beating the FYRE out of you in that parking lot. And he was wrong for saying that you needed to sit down and shut up. I ain't hating sister that you threatened him with that brick. Sometimes the crazy comes out.

BUT there are just somethings that don't seem right about this whole situation. For instance, this is her second abusive relationship... fool me once...This is when you pray and ask God to remove from YOU the desire for a man that is going to beat that butt (<----yeah I had to clean it up a bit).

But other questionable things just kinda have me like "huh?". Like asking for $200,000 for a threshing floor (If you can't see it, you tube it):



([Isaiah 21: 9 And, behold, here cometh a chariot of men, with a couple of horsemen. And he answered and said, Babylon is fallen, is fallen; and all the graven images of her gods he hath broken unto the ground.

10 O my threshing, and the corn of my floor: that which I have heard of the LORD of hosts, the God of Israel, have I declared unto you.] - This is the only place I could find it)

Now does this really make any sense for her to ask for this? Come on. This woman paid $5,000 for a pen because she's "worth it." $5,000 for a pen? Please. Pay off my debt with that $5,000. Please AMERICA donate to the "I need to publish a book for the uplifting of women yet don't have the money to cover the fees - donate so God can bless you" fund. No, not really, but if you want too...

Now I gotta admit, "No More Sheets" was on point. Amen, amen.

If you really think that selling your story to every news station and magazine is helping women, it's not. It's just giving us a face - kick to the emotional hope that we have as women seeking stability. I wish I could sell my story about the men that hurt my heart. That way I can buy my bling too. Get my shine on.

This whole situation makes me think of the song by, of course, Parliament called "Handcuffs." Google it.

I am not one to get mixed up in peoples' relationships (1. I don't have the time and 2. It can be a sloppy mess). however, if you are in an abusive relationship, know that that is not your place as a woman (Proverbs 31), as a person, or as a child of God. There is not enough love in the world that would make a man put his hands on you or consistently speak in a condescending manner towards you. There are not enough words to express how I loathe the action of a man putting his hands on a woman for any other reason than to restrain her from hurting herself, her children, or endangering his life. This is the true "hold my piece and let the Lord fight my battle" moment or a "Be angry and do not sin" moment.

I'm just saying. I'm not knocking her walk with God, I know not what she does in her closet and I don't keep up with what she does too much in public. I know "Touch not mine anointed, and do my prophets no harm." Listen, God's anointed are not just those people on the TV. AND rebuke for the kingdom is proper. AND I want to hear her prophecy. Thank YOU kindly.

And let's take a moment to mourn the loss of my nose ring in a face-washing accident. ~Ohm~

'Tis All.

Crossroads

Everybody reaches one. It's the place where right meets might. Where carnal and spiritual disagree. The place where the straight path meets the broad path. It's when the gangsta lays down the gun and the prostitute closes his/her legs. The place where the wrongs you have suffered don't even matter. Sickness of the body is only a phase. Addiction no longer has control.

The higher road is a road less traveled. The road that is not the beaten path. It's what makes you speak to those who you don't want to speak to...not act like you don't see them and pretend to be deeply immersed in something and feel like you can only be a minister to those who you feel will follow your every step. To act like you are on a golden paved road to Heaven and everybody else is walking on thorns. What makes you so much better than anyone else when you have your own issues and ordeals to deal with? No, I am not perfect. Never claimed to be- I know I got my own issues. However, when you feel like you are right and everyone else is going to hell, that's when you gotta do some self-evaluation cause my Bible says that all have fallen short. How can you tell someone they are going to hell but you're walking right next to them? But I digress.

It just plagues me how Jose really thinks that he is Jesus incarnated on Earth with 666 tatted on him and how Google tracks your every search and stores your IP address, and that information can be used to incriminate you in the court system.

It's like having a crush on someone, and having a crush on the idea of someone. I have what I like to call "forbidden fruit." It's the idea of a man that hits me in all right ways and places except for my spirit. It's my kryptonite. It results in what I call the "Eve syndrome" it looks good to the eye, satisfying going in, but the end thereof, is death. So you get to the crossroad. To do or not to do. Not. Not a back-burner babe. That's why I have a list, a very long list that is constantly changing, to avoid falling into the "forbidden fruit" trap, again. And the pimp in me just died~ But I digress.

Choices, choices, so many choices. Choose the low calories or high fat... I Eta Pi.

So I just want to say that I am sorry. I am sorry for being the bad guy. I am sorry, sorry, sorry. Whoa - major digression.

In the end though, everybody gets to a point of self evaluation. But, it's a good thing. It's where you learn about who you are and stop running. Running away, whether it's physically - by being too busy to take your mind off of the real issues, by changing your major with the wind, by changing your (wo)man with the wind, whatever - or emotionally - shutting down, denial - is avoidance. It's not until you look in the mirror, really look in the mirror, and see you for who you really are that you can take the road less traveled. Cause sometimes you reach a crossroad that you don't even know is a crossroad because no one has taken the other road in such a long time.

I think I took that road, and I have the Benadryl to prove it. Thank God for medicine.

Did I mention that God loves you and me? Jehovah-Nissi and Jehovah-Jireh.

Not just unconquered, but more than a conqueror. Amen, amen.

'Tis All.