Category Archives: Politics

Ketchup And Falling Planes

It’s often that we get so wrapped into ourselves and our everyday lives that it overshadows that which really matters. We become distracted, complacent and accustomed to the “daily routine”. Everything starts to be less relevant, an “I’ll do it later” occurrence, priorities are devalued, things are “not as” important anymore. Almost in no time, our surroundings and perception of things are either underrated or has diminished completely; we are unconcerned and jaded.

Just yesterday, I took a trip to the local market. There wasn’t anything imperative that I needed but I happen to be obsessed with shopping and taking casual excursions to grocery stores, as many other Americans; it’s a sickness. Anyhow, I frivolously strolled through the supermarket in circles as usual with no tactic or reason. It seemed purposely that I would always push this grocery cart all the way to one end of the store before discovering that I loosely forgot something on the opposite side. Time (not that I make the most of it anyhow) and energy were wasted but there it was; the ketchup and barbeque section.

I stood there, staring at the perfectly lined rows of ketchup with this cynosural look on my face as if I was house hunting. All thoughts had escaped me, except for my “fate determining” decision; this month’s choice of ketchup. This moment seemed to be “the big moment”! It was like I was there on stage being televised as the world waited patiently, biting nails and with crossed fingers as to which brand of pureed tomatoes I would choose. What a creep? There I was, stuck, with this mountain of a dilemma, should I continue to buy Heinz ketchup or try Annie’s Naturals. What about Del Monte or Hunt’s; haven’t heard much about those? Maybe the organic tomato ketchup would serve me well.

I mean, I really placed myself into what I thought at the time was a complicated situation deserving of fifteen whole minutes of my time, a loss of brain cells and ireful stares from fellow ketchup and barbecue shoppers for blocking their view.

All the while, bodies are still being recovered from the apparent collapsed missing aircraft, AirAsia; relatives have been waiting at the airport for days for love ones that will never return. A woman so blinded by a “potential rekindled love” is afraid to leave her progressing abusive relationship. Race riots protests are unraveling in numerous cities following the unfortunate and nonsensical deaths of young black men in America. Somewhere there’s a child that’s been bullied for so long that he’ll hang himself within the next hour (every seven minutes a child is bullied). There are people trying to figure out how bills are going to be paid after being laid-off. Everyone’s whipped into a frenzy and stocking up on hand-sanitizer, biohazard bags and gloves since news of Ebola has surfaced in the United States. What happens after the Cancer treatments are no longer working?

My most important decision of the day involved a condiment. I have to do better…

PHOTO CREDIT:
http://www.chileunderground.com/2011/10/25/french-ban-ketchup-this-means-war-again/
http://abcnews.go.com/US/harrowing-video-hawaiian-plane-crash-inside-cabin/story?id=21484715

RIOTS AND PROTESTS
http://www.usatoday.com/news/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2014_Ferguson_unrest

NATIONAL VOICES FOR EQUALITY EDUCATION AND ENLIGHTENMENT
http://www.nveee.org/statistics/

DOMESTIC VIOLENCE STATISTICS AND FACTS
http://www.safehorizon.org/page/domestic-violence-statistics–facts-52.html

CBS: AIRASIA
http://www.cbsnews.com/news/missing-airasia-flight-8501-examining-weather-related-issues/

 

Death Before Disloyalty

It really sucks when discovering loyalty’s one-sided,
the extent of your betrayal makes it tougher to hide it.

Always treated you better, ill tactics of being biased,
yet you deserted me here to fend for self on this island.

I’m always there supporting, during everyone’s crisis;
but when it’s on me they all come equipped with vices.

Judas Kisses and crooked smiles, I overlook your defiance,
somehow I felt you and I were as prime as blood diamonds.

The heart and mind hosts a war one can’t avoid fighting,
so it’s either back down or get suited like the Vikings.

Mind or heart, heart or mind, seems like bad timing,
it’s when I needed you most that you became silent.

Premeditated harm like I’m Kuklinski, the “Ice Man”,
no weapons needed, just my rage and my right hand.

I’m like a cockroach you can’t kill, a cannibalistic virus,
I welcome all to this ass whooping but it’s you I’m inviting.

You pose no threat, you ungrateful peon, I’m a giant;
sizing my competition, with the hunger to get violent.

These angry eyes of mine, become dark and less vibrant,
I throw up my mitts, beating my chest like an enraged tyrant.

I spew out wildly like crude waters from hydrants,
this supernatural strength, heart of the coldest climate.

Charging in your direction like storms of fatal lightening,
with brute force that will crush every bone in your body.

Blow after blow to your face and waist, there’s no stopping,
vital fluid paint my fists and room décor all sloppy.

I’m a mad person, why must you make this hard for me,
I never figured you’d have the guts to jilt me so shamelessly.

You’ll never walk or crawl again, I’m amputating both knees,
I’m sure to disassemble your organs leaving your insides empty.

Rupture every blood vessel in your heart with one squeeze,
you narcissistic pig, get on your knees and beg please.

I’m alert and gassed up, sensing your idle energy,
detaching limbs and opening wounds, I add salt to injury;

by piercing ears with shanks and gouging eyes with car keys,
pouncing on you ripping you to shreds like blocked cheese.

Heart throbs until a hole forms in your chest the size of a galaxy,
The aftereffects of a failed alliance, it’s death before disloyalty.

I’ll Kill For IT…

– Ms. Tioko

PHOTO CREDIT:
http://shadowness.com/dailyinspiration/forum/daily-inspiration-171

Profit of the Powerless

This just can’t be life; if so
consider taking a rain check;
life has a way of omitting
what you traditionally expect.

Compensating you with leftovers,
recycled dreams and aged bullshit;
chasing you in circles, urging
to tame you like circus chimps.

Never be influenced
by life’s failing attempts,
to trap you in a frenzy
you should take another glimpse.

Collect yourself as time ticks
sit back, stop watching this pain;
before life flips out, gouging eyes out
legally blinding you once again.

Results of handicapped views, you
dangle from the bridge of sanity,
with a theoretical halo draining
it’s now lifeless batteries…

The day’s a waste while the
world awaits, patiently pacing
Around an hour-glass
depleting all hope remaining.

With clenched fists, blackened hearts,
mind’s spinning like ceiling fans,
muscle tension, faded thoughts,
I’m afraid you’ve been outran.

Tug of war with these demons,
back and forth like subways,
low blows and mood swings
dirty dancing this fatal ballet.

With no way to escape,
assuming your death to be fate;
an end to all struggling and
nonsensical justice you take.

Gasping for air, faint whispers,
staring life in the face;
everything moves in slow motion
muted speed and lack of haste.

In submission you collapse,
to the clouds you praise.
With the soil you become,
refusing to die another day.

But today…

– Ms. Tioko

PHOTO CREDIT:
http://www.dailyartfixx.com/2011/02/12/xiau-fong-wee-painting/

Before Sunset Movie Review and Quote

Before Sunset is the sequel of a trilogy and one of my favorite romantic films. It’s clever, eloquent and extremely charming. After a decade, an American author and French woman are coincidentally reconnected. They catch up on old times and converse about love, heartbreak, marriage and contradictions. It’s a must see.

Céline: I mean, I always feel like a freak because I’m never able to move on like (snaps her fingers) this! You know? People just have an affair or even…entire relationships…they break up and they forget! They move on like they would have changed brand of cereals! I feel I was never able to forget anyone I’ve been with. Because each person have…their own specific qualities. You can never replace anyone. What is lost is lost.

Each relationship when it ends really damages me; I never fully recover. That’s why I’m very careful with getting involved because…it hurts too much!. I guess when you’re young…you just believe there’ll be many people with whom you’ll connect with. Later in life you realize it only happens a few times.

You know, couples are so confused, uh lately. I think it must be that…men need to feel essential, and they don’t anymore. Because it’s been imprinted in their heads for so many years that they had to be the provider…like I, I’m a strong independent woman in my professional life. I don’t need a man to feed me but I still need a man to love me and that I could love, you know.

Jesse: Is that why you’re in a relationship with somebody who’s never around?

Céline: Yes, obviously, I can’t deal with the day to day life of a relationship. Yeah, we have, you know, this exciting time together and then he leaves, and I miss him, but at least I’m not dying inside. When someone is always around me, I’m like suffocating!

Jesse: No, wait, you just said that you need to love and be loved…

Céline: Yeah, but when I do it quickly makes me nauseous! It’s a disaster… I mean I’m really happy only when I’m on my own. Even being alone…it’s better than…sitting next to a lover and feeling lonely. It’s not so easy for me to be all romantic. You start off that way and after you’ve been screwed over a few times…you…you…you forget about all your delusional ideas and you just take what comes into your life. That’s not even true I haven’t been…screwed over, I’ve just had too many blah relationships. They weren’t mean, they cared for me, but… there were no real…connection or excitement. At least not from my side.

Jesse: God, I’m sorry, is it…is it really that bad? It’s not, right?

Céline: You know what? Reality and love are almost contradictory for me. It’s funny…every single of my ex’s…they’re now married! Men go out with me, we break up, and then they get married!

You know, I want to KILL them!! Why didn’t they ask ME to marry them? I would have said “No”, but at least they could have asked!! But it’s my fault, I know it’s my fault, because…I never felt it was the right man. Never! But what does it mean the right man? The love of your life? The concept is absurd; the idea that we can only be complete with another person is…EVIL!! RIGHT??!!

You know, I guess I’ve been heartbroken too many times. And then I recovered. So now, you know, from the starts I make no effort…because I know it’s not going to work out, I know it’s not going to work out.

I’m so miserable in my love life, in my relationship, I always act as… like…you know, I’m detached, but I’m… I’m dying inside. I’m dying because I’m so numb. I don’t feel pain, or excitement. I’m not even bitter, I’m just…uh…

 

PHOTO CREDIT:
http://criticsroundup.com/film/before-sunset/
MOVIE WEBSITE:
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0381681/

Carpe Diem

Whomever said “live everyday as if it were your last” definitely has a death wish. If I lived everyday as if it were my last or aligned my lifestyle with this “YOLO” cliché, I wouldn’t get anything done…and I’m pretty certain I’d have aids…

Don’t judge me for my honesty. I speak the things you’re afraid to expose.

Man Child

Son of man with a
misconception of himself;
vulnerable to the
absurdities of life itself.

He’s a hustler by nature,
that’s how he views himself;
throughout the day he’s an actor,
by night he’s bottom shelved.

Beautiful beating heart,
to me remains evident;
known to sell his soul for
foolishness; dead presidents.

No one listens, so the
wind hears his silent screams;
potential for greatness if he
paints his darkened dreams.

With his customized teeth and
desire to be free and unfurled;
wrestling with insecurities, lost
in the depths of a secular world.

Exchanging happiness and
couth with material assets;
always running from the truth,
he’s got no more lies left.

Trapped within a glass cube,
with no intent to see through;
there’s no denying, if asked,
he would imply it’s all true.

Wandering down this path of
Loneliness Road;
incapable of u-turning 
he continues forward.

Fear of reflection in this
mirror, broken entirely;
wounded pride and scarred hands
are healed with foolish qualities.

Like chameleons adjusting
to uniformed habitats;
afraid of exposure and change,
the lost boy drifts back.

Girdled by toxins unseen
to the trained human eye;
if he keeps this pace who knows
what’ll become of this life?

Man Child

  • Ms. Tioko

PHOTO CREDIT:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M9hg7S97kXU

Distorted Contentment

Concerned
with my saneness,
how am I content
in this place?

The smell of boredom
and misfortune
meets me at the door.

Resembling faces greet me
with two-sided posture.

A sense of reunion
and comfort
in addition to
slight disappointment,
I’ve gained closure.

Back in this place
separated from trouble,
how did I get here?

Have I returned with
an instinct of approval?

Have I learned nothing,
inhabited to these walls
as a mounted painting?

I’m content in this place.

I’m home…

  • Ms. Tioko
    Inmate #090023042
    Franklin County

PHOTO CREDIT:
http://theunboundedspirit.com/the-darkness-of-loneliness/