The Power of Life and Death is in the Tongue


Life is so interesting, especially the people that you come across. I'm blessed to see and have the ability to rationalize the views of these people I come across. Not that I agree with all of their views, but I can understand how why they could get to that point of view. But personally, I firmly stick to what I believe in (although I understand where they are coming from). Its like you as an independent soul living your day to day life has personal views that come from situations you have been through that have made you react to certain situations either rubbing you in a negative way or a positive way. Negative or positive, your understanding of how the world works is thus created. You have personal views of how things should be (or how you want them to be) but how will you react if what you think should, is not. The point that I'm getting at is that people individually have stigmatized views of what is socially accepted, what is good, what is bad, how women/men should act. But if we're such individuals, how can that possibly be true if everyone grew up in different lifestyles, having  many versatile understandings of the social norms the world tries to make us adapt. One subject is sex. Growing up, sex could be an act that in one person's household was allowed but with the practice of safe sex. But in another household, sex is only safe when its not practiced. Can you judge someone you meet for their views if that is the way they grew up? Would you really want to be responsible for tarnishing their respect for their wishes to abstain from sexual acts, or would you like to pervert their mind introducing them to sin just because of your sinful desires?

In my 22 years of living, I have come across people that like to dish out things, but can't take the same back. What you put out is what you get. Normally, people are not rude or disrespectful to each other unless they feel disrespected (although is isn't necessarily right to be disrespectful back). The type of aura you give, is what people around you will move on. Naturally, I am not the loudest girl in the group, I love a social place because being at home or in one environment does not satisfy me. I like being out my normal element. But people mistake a girl that likes to club, I used to when I first started at 18, but now I rather go to a bar, or a lounge, starbucks, a park, a hookah bar, just somewhere without the normal and expected elements that guys try to put me in (at home, watching a movie, talking, trying to kiss) look all that has been done, save that for Boring Betty. Life is too short to sit at home and watch movies all day. I can do that on my own (unless its a movie that is new and I want to see it, watching movies at home has to be a desire, not an automatic plan). 

Your attitude depicts how I react to you. If you are funny, best believe I will call you so we can enjoy some laughs. If you are an intellectual, I will call you for point of view so we can discuss. If you love God, it will show (not just on Sunday's) but every time we discuss. No matter what, you will squeeze in a word or something you've read. Which is something I really admire in people who do have that relationship with God through my personal Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.  And if you don't, I really won't love you any less, but that will not stop me from sharing the word with. One of my friends, "Skrilla", I absolutely love to death because we have lengthy conversations about all of the above and more. We're just the best of friends, and I thank God for putting him in my life. Friendships like that only come a dime a dozen. We can not talk on the phone for weeks on end, and when we do end up talking, its as if it was just yesterday. I can not talk to another guy, and its like WW2 with all the "why haven't you called me" BS. But with us, its just mutual. When we talk, we will talk. Plus, distance does make the heart grow fonder. 

The word that I want to spread to you today is to not expect any specific set of actions from anyone in order to tell how they feel about you. We have all been bruised in this battle of life, and the last thing we need is the pressure of someone else negatively misinterpreting what we do. Acts speak loud, but the power of Life and Death are in the tongue. Actions can be misinterpreted (how do I know this? I study psychology, they're still trying to figure out why people act the way they act) so listen more, ask more questions, because what may be an act of neglegence may be another person's way of screaming for attention.

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Love Ain't No Child's Play



Love ain’t no childs play. Its deeper than a back-stab wound from an ex-lova to a faithful brotha that put his all into his brown-suga chocolate thang. It’s was all gravy in the beginning, but then she got comfortable, reciting childish lies, throwing them at him with two-year-old temper tantrums as if he was boo-boo the fool. He knew what was going on, but he took a train back to where it all started with her playful eyes. Now brotha wasn’t a stranger to the danger the girls call the “eye”. Danger because she could smash the homies, and danger because it was unknown territory. This “eye” does wonders, I mean it has the ability to let the receiver know he or she’s been chose. Like playa’s do. Call him a fool for seeing the signs but looking at that fine bottle of expensive wine of a body, all stop signs look like red-lights after 2am, so he ran them all. That weird curiosity, honestly, drove 17 muscles in his finely chiseled face to part his lips and smile, then effortlessly say “Hello beautiful”. In return, she let him in. She put her guard down, and playfully she, glanced back. She was a sight to see, eyes so deep with tunnels that ran directly to her soul. Etched on the walls were her thoughts and memories written with passion, truth, pain, desire, and a splash of love. Within that glimpse he wandered through those tunnels, learning about each splash of words. Dates went by and he explored her tunnels with questions and commanding doors to be opened. This tunnel grew deeper and deeper, steeper, rockier, darker, and colder. “Where does this lead?” He picked at the door with the sign written in blood, it read “The Real Me”. Taking a step in, the light shined so bright it seeped through his body. The room was so warm, and cozy, and an aura of love radiated like a fragrance he’d never smelled before. It was beauty at its prime stage. He felt so privileged she allowed him to see this side of her, a side that she only showed a man that took time to figure her out. A man who had patience, a man that loved her flaws, a man that was understanding, a man that did not criticize her for her past. A man that did not rush into sexual relations or feel that it was owed to him because of his courtship with her. At first, she played games in order to see if he could withstand her complexity, but after awhile when she noticed he wouldn’t give up, she gave in. 

Love, does conquer all, but it will take a man willing to wait to conquer his dream woman's heart.

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