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.