a Night with Johnnie Walker

destiny seals prying tonight

This is the night of Johnnie Walker.

messily confesses the

liberation of warmth and union of frost.

sensing the consciousness

from faint to the strong

or from the strong to the fading

black labeled turned tornado

floating around the head with flying carpet pads

with slapping sounds

sometimes high

and sometimes low

Arms were beaded

Hands were feathered

And fingers tangled web

scaring off fear itself

away from being innocent

protrudes and bulges are

cumulous passion

and never will it fall

but floats around the soul’s corners

yield at the fragileness

of the faceless bottle

control the rhythm

of the liquor taking the fall

sway the trip lopsided

and create a beautiful nature

where earthquake is a friend

towards unwind

with the perfection dripping,

squirting faucet

gods amongst

Toric Minak. This I used as a pen name for some of my poems. Almost three years ago, my poems talk about compassion, honesty, and nature. For that as a computer major, I have to use another nameToric Minak. Toric is from my name Hector. Minak is from Minak Creek.

Almost 100 years ago, like a volcano’s mouth shut up by gods, lays a salivating creek in between cracks of nature. Minak Creek stays so stable until Americans found out that the creek is the perfect place to build a park. So it came to pass 100 years of mindful and mindless, some harmful, some egocentric, and some fanatic ideas put the creek into a cup. The cup filled with murky and brownish milo where artificial swans swim to and fro. Swans or swamp, whatever whichever you want to call it, some are flags, wooden flags –floating. Spirit-free people rowing.

Thanks to the genuine brilliance of Burnham x. god of the artificial.

Who would have thought that the “used to be salivating crack of nature” can turn into a man-made lake. The time when man overpowered the gods. They became gods of their ego.

Melvin Jones is one of the new god.
god of mud

The emerging god named mentos-fishball
god of lights

he decided to give light to those who want to have celphone loads and eat fishballs. But he can also decide not to give light for those who want to consume flesh. The RoseGarden is a perfect spot. A rose that blooms a lot.

Today there are lots of snakes with various length and size roaming the haven of the gods. Like hundred years ago, they are still within the definition of wilderness but with different concept –that is, according to a friend.

oh man-ey!

Some people don't like money

or some people like money

because some person money

rent other poor person

because they have many money

but some person borrow to rich person

so kill poor person

-from a student when i asked him to write about money

decide

which
choice
no choice is a choice
decide?
undecided...
decide
leave something
stay...
still decided

a conversation with an activist

activist: bro sali ka naman sa seminar this saturday and sunday o...
twowato: what is the topic?
activist: about global warming and political crisis.
twowato: hmmm.. (thinking) i like the global warming seminar but not the political crisis.
activist: puwede din namang sa global warming ka lang umattend.
twowato: ok tignan ko ang schedule ko. magkano ba? libre...
activist: hindi tol e..
twowato: magkano?
activist: 1,000.00 pesos.
twowato: what, amahal pare.
activist: puwede naman nating BAWASAN.
twowato: ...