He was a Philippine

Nicest guy never mean

Short and stout,

Seldom you’d hear his shout.

About his teens

Taught English lit

Seldom he’d sit

Often with laughter

He would banter

“You all are fools and twits....

He barks out the window,

protecting the family from the lightning.

His head hung low gutteral growls,

his tail wags to block the family from what is not seen,

on all four he's ready to pounce, to defend.

He does not like the unseen thunder,

He longs for still ness,

He longs for peace....

In the blind harsh day,

I cried and wondered.

As time clicked ,

I watched.

In the pleasant night,

I stand triumphant.

A testament of manliness,

I lied.

In the blind harsh day,

I cried and wondered.

My toils are endless,

I suffered

In the pleasant night,

I stand triumphant.

I am king of all I see,

I envied.

In the blind harsh day,

I cried and wondered.

This misery is mine

I faltered.

In the p...

I sat in my loft looking through the large gaping hole that once was my wall.

We had lived at 13 Rhodester Street, Tolsim, in the grand capital of The Bachk Republic. My family had owned this building for over five generations. Once the grandest apartment dwelling in this sector of the city, now a dilapidated drug addict ridden, lowlife habitation.

What took my family almost four hundred years ...