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Wednesday, January 23, 2013

KEEPING THE LOVE WITH "COMING OF AGE" KIDS


Published in Northern Living / Southern Living Magazines (Print) 2011 
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KEEPING THE LOVE WITH "COMING OF AGE" KIDS

My son, Luke, turned eight years old this year. Being the youngest of my two sons, he was always used to being the "bunso" or youngest, and relished the part, most specially when he wants to get his way with me, his mom and his "kuya" (older brother).
It was then a pleasant surprise when he started reminding everybody that he wasn't five years old anymore, that he was a grown up eight year old and that he should be allowed to do some things by himself, particularly ....walk along a street or in a parking lot area, without anyone beside him (he hates it when we hold his hand); go inside a public restroom cubicle alone; talk to older girls without his mother looking over his shoulder and eavesdropping on the conversation.
We got the picture.

Our eldest, Noah, just turned into a teenager himself. He adapted very well into the role of an older brother since he was five, and his independence and maturity was no surprise. But turning thirteen, was also quite significant for us as it was for him. Sleep-overs and going to his favorite mall shops without us is happening more often.

So does this mean our babies are all growing up fast and there is nothing we can do to keep them close? Or will the coming years be filled with an endless tug of war between youthful independence and parental control?

Not at all, not yet anyway. Here are some thoughts, for both Mom & Dad, as well as growing boys and girls, and teenagers, on how to make the most of "coming of age".

For grown up kids and teenagers:

1. All you need to do is ask. - It's in the nature of parents to protect their young. But it is also our dream to see you independent and capable of fending for yourself. We just don't know exactly when you need us to back off and let you fly. So you'll have to tell us, and despite our protestations, we will give you the space to spread your wings. But we need to know when, and where, and how. Help us out.

2. Don't be afraid to fall, or make a fool of yourself. - As you turn seven, or eight, or thirteen...you will be finding the need to try out new things, without the help of Mom or Dad. Buying stuff, crossing the street, and most definitely, when talking to the opposite sex .... do not be scared as we will be always there to catch you or pick you up. And no matter what other people might think, you will always be the best and most wonderful child to your parents.

3. What is the worst that can happen? - When you are trying out things for the first time - joining a new group or club, first time at camp , or again, when dealing with the opposite sex, - your imagination might always get the better of you, telling you that things may turn out to be a disaster. But, instead of fighting it, do think about it. Always ask, "what is the worst that can happen?", and you will be surprised that it is not as bad as you imagine it to be. And even if it does happen, you will realize that life will go on anyway, so you might as well go and do it.

4. You will always be Mommy and Daddy's Baby.- Even when you feel all grown up and ready to take on the world, I bet there are times that you wish you could snuggle up to Mom and Dad when you're sleepy, or just give them a hug 'cause you feel like it. I will let you in on a secret - Mom and Dad love it. So go ahead and do it. Hugs, snuggles, and even kisses, will always be a welcome.

5. Let us in, sometimes. - With "coming of age", comes the need for privacy. We know we have to keep out of your stuff, or not read the text messages on your phone, and stay away from your computer. But it would help if you keep Mom & Dad in the loop. It will help us understand who you are as a person and how to treat you best ( specially if you need something ).

For Mom & Dad:

My wife, Ching, and I, have found a few tricks to keep our relationship with our boys as tight ( or even tighter) than ever. It's all a matter of making the time and putting in the effort in giving our kids the independence they want but still be the best friends they can ever have.

1. Look for common interests. - Noah and I share a passion for comic books and science fiction stories. I always make it a point to ask him to tag along when I go to comic book stores or when I get some new sci-fi books or DVDs. Common interests are not limited to fathers and sons only. Fathers can find common things to do with daughters the same way mothers do with sons. If you haven't discovered it yet, just make a list of things you like to do and run it through them. You'll be surprised.

2. Set up a regular date in your favorite diner.- Although food, any kind in any place, is definitely something you and your kids enjoy together, there will always be that one special restaurant where your kids feel special. Be it the food, the ambience, or even the free toys that come with the meals. Make it a once a month habit that your kids will always look forward to.

3. One-on-One time. - For those with more than one child, spending time with one particular son or daughter, away from the siblings and your husband or wife, is a way to make the child feel special. It could just be a stroll in the park, or a bite to eat at the mall. The time and attention you spend with one particular child will enable both of you to focus on each other and strengthen the bond between you two. As with the dining, make it a regular thing that your son or daughter will surely look forward to.

4. Make ordinary trips a special time together - I bring my two boys regularly to the barber shop, sometimes together, sometimes one at a time (depending on their hair growth and their hairstyle preference). For my teenager, Noah, we sometimes use this occasion to go for a walk, going to and back from the barber shop, instead of using the car. The 30 minute leisure walk enables us to talk about anything under the sun, grab some ice cream, and get some exercise as well. My eight year old, Luke, always looks forward to the trip to the barber shop ( he used to hate haircuts) since he knows we always pass by his favorite novelty item store going home.

5. Always have space in your bed. - Stormy nights or a really scary horror movie might just convince your grown up kid or teenager into sneaking up onto Mom & Dad's bed. It is nice to let them know that they are always welcome to snuggle up and have sweet dreams anytime they feel like it. Their is nothing like a warm embrace while sleeping to let them know how much you love them....forever.

No matter what age they are, and how independent they grow up to be, the love between parent and child will always remain as long as we say it and show it the best way we can. As our family's favorite children's book says... " I'll Love You Forever, I'll Like You For Always, As Long as I'm Living, My Baby You'll Be".

DADDY'S DAY OUT!


Article written for Hinge Inquirer Publication Magazines (Print). - Northern Living ; Southern Living 

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DADDY'S DAY OUT!
Great Father's Day treats for the month of June.
by: Alan D. R.de Luzuriaga

CELEBRATING FATHERHOOD

The first Father's Day celebration held in Spokane, Washington on June 19, 1910 was thought of by Sonora Smart Dodd while listening to a Mother's Day sermon in her church. She immediately thought of her father who lost his wife and had to raise six children on his own.

Ms. Dodd wanted to honor fathers like William Smart, and was able to convince people to go to church on that day wearing roses: a red rose to honor a living father, and a white rose to honor a deceased one.

Since then, Father's day is celebrated in most countries, the Philippines included, every 3rd Sunday of June.

This month, Fathers who have shown their dedication as responsible providers and loving Dads can look forward to more than roses to honor and celebrate the occasion.

To Dads, new and experienced, here are some wonderful ways to treat yourself this month.
4 Ways to Celebrate Being the Man of the House!

1) Dad on the Run - Give your body a much needed workout by joining a marathon or a fun run in your community. Let the wife & kids tag along to truly make it a memorable family activity.

(For SOLI)
  • Join the 2010 Philippine Independence Day Marathon on June 12, 2010, 4.30 a.m. at the Fort Bonifacio Global City. Featured events are 5k/10k/15k/ and 21k runs. REGISTRATION FEE is PHP 300 (Inclusive of  singlet, race number and certificate). You can register at the following :
CIE - Makati, Gold Tower 107 Palanca St., Legaspi Village, Makati City
ROX - Bonifacio High Street, Taguig City
Contact: Mitch (632) 888-0909 ; Ces 750-4555 ; Malou 0922-8481494




(For NOLI)
  • You can join the Freedom Run 2010 on June 13, 2010 at the Greenhills Shopping Center, San Juan City. Featured events are 3K / 5K / 10K / and 21K runs. This event is for the benefit: St. John the Baptist Educational and Scholarship Foundation in San Juan.
Registration Fee:3K (P450.00), 5K (P500.00), 10K (P550.00), 21K (P600.00)
Registration starts from April 30 to May 29, 2010
Registration Centers: (April 30 – May 14) - V-Mall information Booth, Greenhills Shopping Center.; Toby’s Glorietta 4, Makati City.; Toby’s, Mall of Asia, Pasay and North EDSA. Race kits may be claimed from May 30 – June 6 at the Tiendesitas Tent Lobby, 12 NN to 8 PM . For those in the Greater Manila Area , an additional P100.00 can be added for race kits to be delivered straight to your doorsteps. For inquiries, please call 8975008 or 09228367990 and look for Ana Salas.


  • You may also participate in the OCAI Run 2010. This inaugural fun run for humanitarian projects and south pole expedition is happening on June 27, 2010
    at the Ortigas Center, Pasig City. Featured events are 3K / 5K / and 10K runs.
Registration fee for this event is Php 400. Registration period is between April 30 to June 20, 2010 at all Mizuno Stores


2) Gadget Time - Dads will never be the delightful little boys that they really are without their big boy's toys, gizmos and gadgets. Bringing home the bacon every single day becomes all worthwhile when Daddy gets to work and play with these wonderful stuff:
a) Nooka time - Be soft and sexy for the wife, bright and bold for the office gang. And tell the time in a way only you can. Express your mood with the Nooka Zub 20, the polyurethane band Nooka watch.
The Nooka Zub 20 Zot displays the hours as a progression of 12 dots. This design feature allows the watch to display the month on the same display with the date in the seconds window. Features chronograph and alarm 38 x 38 x 8mm / 20mm wide band. Water resistant to 3ATM. Price: Php 6,700.00
Nooka watches are available at : Rafael Jewelery, Level 2, EDSA Shangri-La Plaza Mall, Mandaluyong City, Tel. # (+632) 636 3398 and at : My Diamond, Level 2, Glorietta 4, Ayala Center, Makati City, Tel. #(+632) 757-1086


b) Lights, Camera, Action - Release the hidden Speilberg in you with the Flip Mino HD. Weighing only 3.3 ounces, the Mino HD features a super-slim design that fits in any pocket. You can start recording within 3 seconds of power-up and with a simple one-touch recording, making HD videos are easier and more fun than ever.
The Flip Mino HD Captures 1 hour of those incredible family moments in HD video on a 4GB built-in memory. No need to worry about battery charging as its internal lithium ion battery recharges through a built-in USB arm.
Once you shoot your cinematic masterpiece, the built in FlipShare software makes it easy to email videos and upload them to Facebook™, YouTube™ and other sharing sites.
The Flip Mino HD is priced at Php 9,900.xx at GOGADGETS , Unit 309, 3/F, computer Graphics Inc. Bldg., # 23 Gilmore Ave., New Manila, Q.C. Tel. # 727-8611


c) iPad : the Ultimate Treat - Definitely, the ultimate gift to oneself is the gadget that everyone wants to get their hands on. The iPad. With it's Multi touch 9.7 inch display and 150,000 Applications available, the iPad is the best way to experience the web, video, photos, music, email, facebook, twitter, and so many more stuff you cannot do on any other device.
Although available in the United Sates since April of this year, the iPad is coming to the Philippine shores at a convenient Apple Premium Reseller near you. Or you might want to check out the online Apple Store - Philippines at : http://store.apple.com/ph


3) Spa Service- After taking that gruelling run or work out, reward yourself with a relaxing massage treatment. And since most Dad's are not too comfortable going to Spa's, the perfect solution would be to call up a Home Spa service. Home Spa services provide therapeutic massages for those aching muscles and weary bones.
Call up:
Massage R' Us : Try the Full Body Massage - Php 250 / Hour
Muntinlupa / Cavite/ las Pinas / Paranaque - Tel.# 3844003; 7073687 or Mobile: 0918-8273529
Makati / Taguig - 387-9999 or Mobile: 09209673529
Total Therapy: Try the Ultimate Relaxation Massage- 75 minutes-Php 275.xx
Makati - 5127457 / 9074740 / Mobile: 09163506300
Ortigas/Q.C. /Greenhills: 572-3104 or Mobile: 0908-1476655 / 0922-8868258
4) Chill & Relax - Since it is your day, you can opt to spend it with rest and relaxation in mind. Grab that book on the shelf that you always wanted to read, explore your neighborhood once more by taking a short hike or just lay back and catch a DVD or listen to those favorite tunes in your MP3 Player.


This June, enjoy being a Father in so many different ways. But most of all, the best way to celebrate being a father is to spend it with your kids. As the saying goes - "Any man can be a father. It takes someone special to be a Dad."




Sidebars:
a) Great Father's Day Dining - Nothing makes Dad's smile so sweet on their special day than a hearty and delicious meal. Surprise your Father with a family treat in one of these culinary destinations.
Pepper Lunch- Treat Dad to some sizzling fine steak cooked before his very eyes with Pepper Lunch's proprietary electromagnetic hot plate. Visit : www.pepperlunch.com.ph
The Power Plant Mall, Concourse Level , Makati, Metro Philippines Tel: +63 2 895 3164 Fax: +63 2 895 6185 Hours: 11am - 10pm
Shangri-La Plaza Mall, Garden Court Level Tel: +63 2 634 3231 Fax: +63 2 631 6410 Hours: 10am - 11pm
Alabang Town Center, 2nd floor Corte de Las Palmas, Alabang Tel : +63 2 856 7062 Hours: 11am - 9pm
Greenbelt 5, 2nd floor - Phase 1 Makati Tel : 482 4319 , Hours 11am - 9pm


Cafe Año - Discover the old world charm with your Dad, where the food is delicious and the place is quiet, soothing and calm. Located at Westgate Alabang, Cafe Año offers a Sunday Family Buffet for Lunch and Dinner: Php 350.00 per Adult & Php 175.00 for children 6 years old and below. Address: 807 – 808 Westgate Precinct, Westgate Center, Filinvest Corporate City, Alabang, Muntinlupa. Tel.# 771-1281, 771-1282 (telefax) Restaurant hours: 7AM – 12MN Sunday – Tuesday, 7AM – 2AM Wednesday – Saturday (Happy Hour from 4PM – 8PM daily)


Sango - For those Dads who crave for a good burger treat, bring him to Sango - The Burger Master where American Burgers turn Japanese. Sango is where your father will be treated to a new kind of gastronomic treat and where the service is fast and efficient. Visit www.sangoburger.com
Power Plant Mall, Rockwell Center, Makati City, Phone no: 5563182 5563185  Mobile no.: +63 9237041723 +63 9228852790 
Rm. 5 GF, Creekside Mall, Amorsolo St., corner Herrera St., Legaspi Village, Makati City Phone no: 8300391 8894445  Mobile no.: +63 922-8852772 +63 923-2805796 
South Supermarket Alabang Zapote Road, Phone no: 7712201  Mobile no.: +63 922 885 2248 
6 level Shangri-La Plaza Mall , Mandaluyong City, Phone no: 6820377  Mobile no.: 0922-885-2325 
Zong - With its truly authentic Cantonese fare and Zen dining ambiance, Dads will enjoy the good food and relaxing experience. Truly a place where dining is redefined. Visit: www.zong.com.ph . Restaurant hours: 11AM to 3PM, 6PM to 11PM daily
Westgate, Filinvest Corporate City 771-1428, 771-0864
Bonifacio Global City 889-0472, 889, 0479
Paseo De Sta.Rosa, Laguna 0928-4509484
Centris Walk, Quezon City (Soon to Open)
Mamou - Claiming to be a home kitchen, Mamou is being too modest. Although definitely not a fine dining restaurant, the food is extremely good and "reminiscent of hearty, comfortable home-cooked meals of a different era". Treat Dad to Mamou's steak dishes that are said to be truly brilliant.
Serendra, Fort Bonifacio 856-3569 , 0917-8162668


3 best things about Fatherhood:

1) Fathers not only pass on his family name and bloodline to his children. More importantly, fathers pass down a legacy that he hopes will be passed on to succeeding generations. Values such as hard work, honesty, caring for others and many other ideals embraced by fathers are lovingly passed on to their children and to their children's children.

2) Sharing Fatherhood with a Great Mom. Fatherhood is the other half of the parenthood team, taking equal responsibility for the upbringing of children. From making life-changing decisions to simply spending quality time with the kids - like walking them to school, playing in the yard or preparing their food. It is this special partnership that makes fatherhood so special.

3) Is that Fatherhood is Hard ! The greatest thing about being a Dad is how mundane things are simply, never that mundane. Simple things like reading a bedtime story, watching a movie or or washing the car with your kids are always an adventure. Before being a Dad, we always thought our lives were complete. And were we wrong about that. Each day is waking up to a whole new and different world and that's what makes being a father great! 

Friday, November 23, 2012

Draft of Chapter 6 - NOAH & LUKE – TALE TRAVELLERS by Alan Mark De Luzuriaga


Draft of Chapter 6 - NOAH & LUKE – TALE TRAVELLERS by Alan Mark De Luzuriaga

JACOB - LORD OF THE GREMPIRES

Noah & Luke was never as scared as they were now. They would always pride themselves in being brave. Against monsters and creatures, real or imaginary. But this was different. They did not only know where they were, they also feared that they would get stuck in this place and never get to see their parents again. Never be able to find them. And if they could not even get themselves out of this fix, how in blazes do they even get to rescue their mother and father.

Mark & Sylvia just disappeared from their very presence. One moment they were there, and the next, they were gone. Where they went and if they were taken, no one knows.

Noah and Luke took it upon themselves to save their parents from whatever evil it is that took them. They have gone into this quest knowing full well that it was dangerous and that they could not be sure if they will end up dead or even worse, erased from the tales of Libris.

The book, "Jacobi, Lord of the Grempires",  was one of the scariest books that they have read since they were a child, and it was a good place to start as any. So they picked up the book, as they were instructed by the Lord Arkivist, and "hurled" themselves into the story.

They found themselves in a dark world, unsure of the surroundings.

"It must be night time", Noah muttered.

"Well, I sure will be freaked out if this was daytime", Luke answered back. "Do you have the book with you ?"

"Of course", Noah countered, showing Luke the object in his hand.

" What in blazes is happening to the book? Luke screamed.

"What do you mean?", Noah replied.

He could not believe it even if it was happening right before his eyes. The cover of the book, which showed a picture of a Dark overlord surrounded by a mob of blood soaked Gremlin liked creatures, was fading into some sort of bright light. And instead, the image of a Dove and a Horse, the same illustration used in their parent's used book shop, was imprinted on the cover with the title -  Noah and Luke's Not So Used Books.

Of course, Noah realised. The same book that brought them here was transformed into a book that would bring them back to their home and sanctuary.

He readily explained this to Luke and his brother calmed down with the realisation that they were not as helpless as they thought they were.

" Do you mean that we can go back anytime to the bookshop? "

"It seems that way." said Noah.

"Well then, we should be on our way and see if this is where Mom and Dad disappeared to."

Noah nodded and they trotted on to the direction they were facing to having any idea where to go anyway. After walking for an hour or so, they saw some lights dancing up ahead. It looked like flames on torches, or so they hoped. Torches meant that there were occupants in the area that could point them to the right direction. They only hoped that it was a friendly group they would encounter.

"Wait a minute" said Luke. "I think we should stop and make sure that they aren't Grempires."

"Don't you remember the story at all? Grempires don't live on flatlands. They stay on mountains and live in caves. These are surely Wolfmen."

" I just want to make sure, that's all", Luke answered back. " If I remember the book correctly", Luke said with a bit of sarcasm, " Those Grempires not only suck the life out of you, but they chew on your flesh and bones as well".

"You got that right", Noah uttered under his breath.

"We better move in slowly then, and remain undetected. Follow me".

Noah then started to walk slowly, with a slight crouch towards what seemed to look like a camp site of sorts. Luke followed him quietly. This was one of the few times Luke followed his older brother without any resistance or snide remark. The thought of Grempires reminded him that now is not the time to engage in any sibling rivalry.

The two brothers gently crept up to the edge of a  hillside, looking down on the campsite below them.

Draft of Chapter 1: NOAH & LUKE – TALE TRAVELLERS by Alan Mark De Luzuriaga


Draft of Chapter 1: NOAH & LUKE – TALE TRAVELLERS by Alan Mark De Luzuriaga

 “ All stories are real. In other realities, our lives are their tales. Our words and actions  are the stories they read in their books and dream about in their sleep. “
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The door chimes rang as the door swung open. The sign hanging by the door swaying with the wind as a customer left with a bag full of used books. The N&L trademark distinctly shown in the paper bag holding it. The same logo swaying with the doorway sign. A Dove and a Horse, wonderfully drawn to spell out the names Noah & Luke. Mark & Sylvia named the shop after their two boys. The used-book store - NOAH & LUKE'S NOT SO USED BOOKS - opened two years ago and served as a home and sanctuary for the Barrett family ever since they transferred from River County.

Mark & Sylvia were busy attending to the steady flow of customers. The difficult economic times forced many folks in the community to opt for used-books. Text books and paper back fiction have become more expensive through the years and the rising unemployment made the used-book business thrive.

Luke, an eight year old precocious kid was playing on the floor in between the back shelves, his two action figures fighting each other. His older brother, Noah,  was seated in one of the stools, reading his digital e-book reader with serious focus.

Both are home schooled children and spend much  of their day inside the bookshop, either doing their school work or just hanging around while their parents work.

The door chime rang once again. After a few moments, the Desk Bell rang, and rang again.

Noah raised his head and saw a customer waiting impatiently for someone to attend to him.

"I'm sorry, my parents must have taken a break", Noah said to the customer politely, although he never saw the cashier desk left unattended before. Noah knew how to transact a sale and proceeded to ring up the customers orders and collect the payment.

"Mom, Dad, where are you? Noah called out the moment he heard the door chime ring as the custom left.

There was no answer. He called gain with a louder voice.

"Luke, can you check if Mom or Dad are out the back. I can't leave the counter".

"Okay", Luke said grudgingly as his playtime was interrupted.

A few minutes later, Luke came back saying they weren't there. Noah asked him to check upstairs. The Barret family lived on the second floor of the bookshop. A few minutes passed and Luke came running down saying they were not there either.

Noah was starting to get worried.

Wednesday, June 13, 2012


LOST SOUL
by Alan de Luzuriaga

(A song ; originally written as a poem - 1993)


Why do I feel lost
Whenever I'm alone
Why do I feel blue
When I am on my own

Listening to the Radio
Spew out songs of love
Words of comfort
Like raindrops from above

I don't know what to do
Don't know what to see
What is it I am looking for
O what I am to be

I gaze out to the heavens
Hoping that I'd find
Whatever I am looking for
My soul, my piece of mind


 (Image from "Lost Soul Project / 
louises-sketchbook.blogspot.com" )

Sleepless


SLEEPLESS
by Alan de Luzuriaga
(7/15/1993)

Eyes blinking
Lights glimmering in the
Wee hours of consciousness

Wind
Blowing through the room
In a force so shattering

Papers, laid across the floor
With printed names of friends
So long ago
And now so remembered and heard

We are here
In frames of glass
With thoughts
Unknown and unsaid
With stares of uncertainty
Into those who look
Look and see

Square Images
And Square memories
Waiting to be embraced
For Eternity
That has yet to be


(image from: lukepraterswordsalad.com ) 



Thursday, April 07, 2011

Noah's Birthday Poem for Mom




Noah wrote this for his Mom for her birthday:

A cool shade underneath the baking sun
A benefactor of joy & fun
A special smile when you are feeling sad
A soothing voice, to calm you when you're mad
A true inspiration to us little ones
So forgiving and kind, even when we're punks
Dear Mother, you are our light
We thank you for teaching us wrong from right.

We love you Mom! - Noah & Luke

Thursday, December 16, 2010

AWESOME ARACHNIDS by Noah S. R.de Luzuriaga

This was given to me by my son, Noah for my 45th Birthday.

AWESOME ARACHNIDS by Noah S. R.de Luzuriaga 

 Max ran through the dark hallway, wondering where he was and where the spiders were. There was almost no light in the hallway, but Max knew that they would still know where he was. The entire building was very creepy, but with the addition of the spiders, it was a nightmare. Max Peterson was absolutely terrified of spiders, ever since he was five years old. Max was a normal ten year old kid, except for his arachnophobia. When he was five, a spider crawled onto his arm while he was sleeping. Max woke up and saw it crawl across his skin just before the spider painfully bit into his arm. His parents brought him to the hospital because they thought that the spider was poisonous. It wasn't, but Max was still very scarred by the whole event. He had come to the old decrepit waste disposal plant on a dare from his friends. The disposal plant was a remote location, far enough away from the town where he lived, but still within biking distance. After thirty minutes of biking with his friends, Max and his buddies walked to the plant and entered through the broken down front door. Max was told that he would have to head to the center of the plant for the dare to be finished. Upon going through the front door, Max and his friends heard a soft pitter-patter across the floor. To Max's horror, the sound came from dozens of spiders. The spiders were unnaturally large. They weren't the size of Godzilla, but they were larger than any other spider known to man. These things were like eight-legged dogs. Max's friends ran for it, but Max couldn't bring himself to move, due to his arachnophobia. When he finally came to his senses, the bloodthirsty spiders were close enough to bite him. Since the spiders were blocking the front door, Max had no choice but to run through a dirty and completely dark corridor. Max tried to see if any of them were in front of him. As far as he could tell, there weren't any spiders in front of him. However, he heard the soft pitter-patter noise again, coming from behind him. Max ran for it, not noticing one spider crawling on the ceiling above him. As Max was running, the spider on the ceiling dropped itself directly onto Max. It was like the others, large, and with hair like a tarantula's. Its gross mandibles reached forward, eager to bite poor Max. Max wrestled with the freak of nature and managed to toss it away. It continued to chase him, always trying to bite Max, as if it were possessed. Max ran as if the hounds of hell were chasing him, and in his mind, they were. The lone spider jumped at Max, its eight limbs spread wide, hoping to trap the boy. Max was knocked to the ground. He desperately reached for anything that could help him. Fate must have smiled on him that day, because his hands managed to grab a loose brick. Max pummeled the spider in the face with the brick, not stopping until its head was a puddle of goo. The rest of the spider horde finally caught up with Max, so Max began running again. Max did not stop for anything, which was a shame, because if he had stopped running forward, maybe he would have noticed a hole in the floor just in front of him. As Max stepped on the hole, he fell. The entire floor in that part was quite fragile, so it all crumbled down as well. When Max came to, he found himself in a strange hollowed out cavern. "Spiders must have hollowed it out", he mumbled to himself. Max started walking through the dark, creepy cavern, wondering if he would be able to get out. Suddenly, he heard a spider behind him. Strangely, he didn't hear the soft pitter-patter sound to which he was terrified of, instead, he heard loud footsteps, as if something large was behind him. Max was afraid to turn around. Inch by inch, he faced the monster. It was a monstrosity. It looked very similar to the other spiders, except for one small factor. It was huge. This creature was the size of a car, and could easily devour Max whole if it wanted to. And it certainly did want to. The giant spider lunged at Max. Thing is, its size made it slower than its lesser arachnids, thus allowing Max to barely jump out of the way. Angered at having its prey escape her, the spider turned to face Max, who was scared out of his mind. Stay strong Maxie, he thought to himself, barely holding back tears of terror. That was what his dad always told him whenever he was having trouble overcoming a challenge. This was quite possibly the biggest challenge he would ever have to face in his entire life. The spider grabbed at Max, but it only managed to get a hold of Max's hoodie, which Max immediately took off. Unfortunately, the spider had managed to corner him, and he couldn't dodge to the right nor to the left. So he did the only thing he could. He went under it. Max managed to execute a roll underneath the spider which would have probably made a lot of Hollywood stunt-men proud. He dashed off to the other end of the cave, where he originally fell. Max saw that a lot of the floors above were unstable due to the hollowing of the cave. He immediately came up with a plan, and he prayed to God that it wouldn't kill him. The boy picked up a stone and threw it at at the spider. For a second, he hoped that he would get a David & Goliath moment, but no such luck. The spider charged at him, as fast as it possibly could. Max jumped out of the way in time, but the spider was not able to stop itself from ramming the already unstable wall. Max heard the debris fall before he saw them. Several pieces of concrete and rock were falling, mostly on the spider. Unfortunately, a lot of rocks also began to fall towards him. "Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" he screamed, as the debris fell. Ryan and Josh, the two friends of Max who got away earlier, ran to their local police station, and they told the cops everything that happened. At first the cops were skeptical. Who would believe that a bunch of vicious man-eating spiders existed? They did send a number of cops over to the abandoned plant when they learned that Max was there. Josh and Ryan went back to the plant and helped the cops search for Max. The police were shocked to see that the spiders did exist, and they promptly shot each and every one that they could find. Eventually, they found the part of the building where the floor was collapsed. After calling in some backup, they managed to use a piece of rope to head into the cavern. They saw the dead Mother Spider, along with a human body. "Max!" shouted Josh and Ryan in unison. They helped him get to a sitting position. Max's arm was broken by the fall of debris, and his head was bleeding. The cops got him into an ambulance. While in the hospital, Max thought about what just happened. I just went through hell, he thought. I've gone through my own personal hell and I survived, realized Max. He looked at himself. His arm was in a cast, his head was bandaged, and he was sore all over. He had come really close to crying like a baby, and he peed his pants once or twice back at the plant. But he survived. And what's more, he vanquished the spiders. Max slept like a baby, knowing that now he and everyone else would be safe. Then again, whoever said that all the spiders died?

Friday, May 21, 2010

Poems by Noah S. R.de Luzuriaga

A View on Humanity

Caretakers and killers
Creators and destroyers
A swarm of ants viciously attacking
A colony of termites creating a home
Sturdy as rock in the past,
only to grow weaker over time
Thriving and expanding,
as well as evolving
Always trying to rise higher,
To shoot for the stars
Despite that,
they continually destroy themselves
They are neither predator, nor prey
They are both,
In a strange sort of way.




I Hold These Truths To Be Self-evident:

Children will always prefer play over work.
Life without end is horrible.
Humanity cannot survive
if there is too much hate and greed.
Dogs are cute.
There will always be
pureness and corruption.
Death is always at your door;
Before opening it,
Live life as best as you can.




Untitled

To be like Jose Rizal is what I want,
To serve the Philippines and my people
By showing them the atrocities
Of our corrupt leaders
and other evil men.
To fight courageously
and without regret
even if I'm about to be thrown
to the hungry lions.
To stand and fight
For the sake of my country
And for its people.




A Story

Like a butterfly, she magically flew into the
clouds and entered the heavens, literally. Mark
saw all spirits ascend like that. He was born
with the gift to see spirits, even those that
don't stay on earth.

Mark began to walk home from the funeral. He
passed his friend, Jim. Jim gave his
condolences, the ordinary thing people would
say to those who lost loved ones. After that,
Jim disappeared like all ghosts can.

Mark went to his house's porch, turned the
key, opened the door and entered. He sat on
the couch and shed a few tears.

I wish she could stay with me, thought Mark, then
thought better of it. Mark saw several ghosts
trapped on Earth because of things they did in
their life, unlike Jim who stayed on purpose to
watch over his son. Mark felt somewhat glad
that his dead wife, Lucy, managed to get to
heaven.

He looked at the carpet where Lucy had a heart
attack.

"I love you, Lucy," said Mark to his wife in heaven.

"I love you, Mark."

END


Noah is 12 years old. He is currently homeschooled.

A MAN NAMED PEACE by Noah S. R.de Luzuriaga

A Man Named Peace by Noah S. R.de Luzuriaga 

 Harry was sitting in his small house, completely bored. Suddenly, his doorbell rang. He stood up and walked to the door. He opened it slightly to check who was outside. There was no one there. However, a small blue box , as blue as his eyes, lay on the floor. Harry picked it up and saw his name written on the blue cardboard. He shook it a bit, and heard nothing inside. He opened the cover and saw a little folded note. He unfolded it. It said, Move left now. Although suspicious of the note, Harry did that. Instantly, a big metal thing, that looked like a gigantic bullet, crashed through his roof and landed to his right. Oh my God, that thing would have hit me, he thought. A few seconds after that, Harry decided to investigate. The metal thing had a greenish color, unlike any metal he had ever seen. Harry then heard a ticking noise. He recognized the sound somewhere, but he couldn't remember exactly. At that moment, he recalled where he heard the ticking: in action movies, seconds before a terrorist bomb exploded. Harry ran out of the house as fast as he could. In about thirty seconds, an explosion tore apart his house along with other houses on his street. Harry barely had time to grasp all this when hundreds of completely circular spaceships appeared. Most of them went off in other directions, but two landed near the smoldering remains of his house. Two big robots went out of both ships. They stood near Harry's burning house, staring at it. Harry was then grabbed by a large, cold hand and felt a needle poke his neck. He did not have time to feel anything before darkness swallowed him. Harry woke up inside a round room. There was another one of those robot-thingies in front of him. While the torso, arms and legs looked like Terminator robot parts, the head was just a big dome filled with glowing green light. Harry prepared to fight or flee, when the thing emitted a strange sound. It wasn't like anything Harry expected it to say. It was like the sound you get when you move around microphones too fast. The strange sound stopped, and the robot reached inside a table ( that was floating, much to Harry's amazement ) and took out a syringe. It wasn't like anything humans used. It was more mechanized and electronic. Suddenly, the robot grabbed Harry's shoulder, spun him around, and stabbed the back of his head. This time, Harry felt the pain. “What is it with you and needles!?” asked Harry angrily. “Can you hear me now, Harry Ripley?” asked the robot. “Wait, you can talk normally?” asked Harry. “I injected a translator into your brain. My species' language is now automatically translated into your language,” said the robot. “What are you?” “We are the Fleshless Ones. I am not sure what your brain is telling you right now, but our kind is named because of our non-organic bodies that house our souls.” “Souls?” “Yes, souls. My kind has learned that all organisms are connected through a substance called a soul. They contain every bit of information about that organism. What it is, what it does, its past, its present and, most importantly, its future.” Harry tried to take this all in. He then asked something. “Why am I here?” “Because the human race needs you.” Harry was confused. Harry suddenly thought of the movie, Terminator, again. “I don't get it. Why did you try to kill me?” “I was not the one who tried to kill you. I was the one who sent you the message.” “Why did you save me then? And what am I doing here?” “Because my kind saw your soul and we saw that you would lead a resistance against my kind in the near future.” “Wait, if that's a bad thing for you guys, why are you trying to help me?”. “I and others like me did not want this war. Our world's leader, the Queen, said that we had no choice. We stripped our planet of its resources and we needed more. Your planet seemed to be an excellent choice. However, we needed to eliminate the human race first. The thought of committing genocide is unacceptable to me... to my soul.” “Why did you read my soul? What did you do, check every single human soul on this planet?” “No, we saw this fact in the future of your commander-in-chief, Barack Obama. He said that the fate of humanity was in your hands. Our ruthless Queen then searched for your soul and saw you as the resistance leader.” Harry was amazed that he knew the president. “How come this Queen didn't see you help me in the future?” “I managed to sabotage the machine that could read souls. That way, the Queen can't see what you or I will do.” “A machine? You need a machine to read souls?” “Yes. It is a gigantic supercomputer, capable of tapping into the soul web on a universe-wide scale. We call it the Soul Data Viewer.” Harry took a deep breath and tried to make sense of it all. “What's your name?” asked Harry “Name?” “Yeah, what are you called?” He paused for a moment. “Call me...Peace”. “Alright, err, Peace, what happens now?” “We fight, of course.” Peace gathered some of his friends and they formulated a plan. They received news that a new machine that could read souls was going to be built. Once again, Peace had to sabotage it. He also told Harry to help. “This mission will provide you with valuable experience in the future.” he said to Harry. The mission seemed simple at first. One friend of Peace would cause a diversion, while Peace and Harry would infiltrate the oval facility containing the soul reader. The first part went off without a hitch. Many patrolling guards left to investigate the diversionary explosion several streets away. Harry and Peace entered the circular facility and used bombs that were capable of short circuiting the robot bodies to knock out the guards. Freedom collected a map off one guard's internal database. “The machine is underground. We will have to go there and use this bomb.” Peace took out a bomb that looked like a square. After traveling through several corridors, the strike team went into an elevator that sent them underground. Upon opening the door, they saw a huge machine in the center of the gigantic room. They stepped forward but instantly, a bomb flew that exploded just like the bombs they themselves used earlier. Every one except Harry fell to the ground, stunned. A sleeker, thinner Fleshless One surrounded by a heavily armed Fleshless squad appeared. “You must be the supposed leader of the human race. You are just as pitiable as I imagined,” said the person Harry presumed to be the Queen of the Fleshless Ones. That is so cliché, thought Harry. He quickly grabbed the cube bomb and rushed to the machine. The bodyguards fired at him and one shot him in the leg. Bleeding and hurt, Harry knew that he could not get away. At first he thought of giving up, when he suddenly had a vision of the human race extinct and the Earth stripped of resources. I can't let that happen, he thought. Even if I die, as long as this machine goes with me, the human race will still have a chance. He quickly twisted the bomb, as if it was a Rubik's cube, and threw it at the machine. “No! You'll-” The queen did not have a chance to complete her sentence. The bomb was not in fact a fiery explosion but more of a concussive blast, which was strong enough to rip the soul reader into unrecognizable shreds of metal. It also threw Harry back into the elevator so hard that he heard several of his bones break and he saw his blood flow. With the last of his strength, Harry pressed the “up” button of the elevator. Darkness swallowed him again. He woke up inside Peace's ship, bruised but alive. “If you're wondering why you're alive, my friends rescued you.” Harry turned to face Peace, who seemed fine. “They managed to extract both of us from the ruins. One of them managed to heal you, but I am not so lucky.” “But you're alive.” “Not for long. During the explosion my suit got damaged.” said Peace. “What does that mean?” “My race has no physical organic body. Without these suits, we would be nothing but pure souls. Also, without these suits we would dissipate and die. I don't want to die slowly. My choice is to remove my suit now.” “Isn't there any way to save you?” asked Harry who was becoming quite distraught at what he was hearing. “I'm afraid not. However, I know you won't give up, no matter what our leader throws at you. Goodbye, Harry.” Peace then pressed a series of buttons around his robotic neck. A hiss was heard as oxygen entered the dome head. The glowing substance that was Peace's soul drifted outside the dome and started to die out. Suddenly, Harry stood up and repressed the buttons, causing Peace's soul to drift back inside. “What are you doing!?” asked Peace as he went back into his body. “You need an organic body to survive right? Is it possible for you to enter my body?” Peace looked at Harry's blue eyes. “It is possible, yes. But we'd have to share your body.” “ I can live with that.” Peace then opened his dome again and his green colored soul entered Harry's body. For the third time in a row, Harry fainted. He woke up to Peace talking to him. “Are you okay?” asked Peace, who was inside Harry. “Never better,” replied Harry. “What do we do know?” asked Peace. Harry said, “We fight, of course.”

HENRY CROSS by Noah S. R.de Luzuriaga

Henry Cross by Noah S. R. De Luzuriaga 

 I walked down the road with my best friend Jake. It's two in the afternoon and we had a great time at soccer practice. All of a sudden, the image of detergent and soap flashed in my mind. My Mom told me a few hours earlier to head to a little grocery store to pick them up. “I just remembered, I've gotta get some stuff for my Mom,” I told Jake. “No problem, man. I'll see you tomorrow.” Jake walked home until I couldn't see him. I walked the other way, back in the direction of the soccer field. The store was only a few blocks from there. 15 minutes later, I arrived. After walking in I flashed my hand and felt the familiar surge of energy. The energy flew to a nearby light bulb. “Hello, welcome to the store. Buy something, please,” said the light bulb to me in my head. “I will,” I replied to the light bulb. Now, you're probably wondering what's going on. Well, you see, I can make objects come alive. Not “Toy Story” style, exactly, but I can make objects talk and think. They already are alive, the thing is, they can't talk or do anything. Not unless I switch them on. I found out about my little gift when I was five. The first thing I animated was a small piece of brick. It told me about how inanimate objects have minds, and that there were others like me in the past. Before he could tell me more, however, I accidentally knocked him into the sewers. I never saw him again. Anyway, I learned more and more about my power as the years passed, and I even made friends with the things in my bedroom. Okay, so now that I told you that story, I'm gonna tell you this one. I walked to the aisle for cleaning agents. All of a sudden, two guys wearing hockey masks went in and pointed a gun at the cashier. “Look, here's what's gonna happen. You give us the money or we shoot your head off.” said the robber with the gun. The cashier was shaking in panic. He quickly got the money and gave it to the robber. Meanwhile, I hid behind a shelf where the robbers couldn't see me. I lifted my hand and animated the cashier's desk. The lead robber leaned on the table using one gloved hand. “Hurt the guy's hand,” I said to the desk in my mind. “Can do,” said the desk. In less than two seconds, the piece of the desk that the robber's hand was resting on collapsed, leaving a hole full of dozens of unusually straight splinters. Each splinter managed to prick the man's hand. “Aaaaaaaaah!” he screamed in pain. I always liked how objects could collapse at will. He dropped the gun and that's when I saw the cashier press something, probably the silent alarm. I tried to sneak my way past the robbers, but the other one ( the one who didn't have a bleeding hand ) saw me. “There's a kid here!” I turned around and saw a fan that was switched off. I animated it. “On my mark, turn on,” I told the fan using my thoughts. The robber who saw me began to chase me. I ran to the fan. The robber was overweight so he wasn't fast. I slowed down so he could keep up. In a few seconds, I reached the fan with the robber close behind me. He reached his hands out to grab me. “Now!” I told the fan. Immediately, it turned on with surprising speed. I ducked down and the robber missed me. Instead of grabbing me, the man's fingers accidentally reached into the fan. “Owieowieowieowie!” said the man. In the distance, I heard a police siren getting closer. “Let's get out of here, Mark!” said the splintered robber to his friend. Both of them ran to their car, which was parked a couple yards away from the store. I animated their car, and I learned that it was a stolen vehicle. “It's payback time!” said the car to no one in particular. Instead of driving away, the car instead drove backwards and forwards over and over. After that, I saw it drive down the road fast, stop a bit, and then spin around in a circle over and over again. I could have sworn there was some puke on the windshield. The car wasn't done yet. It turned around and drove directly into a lamppost. The two robbers flew out the windshield and onto the sidewalk. I turned and saw a cop run to the wreckage. The cashier ran out and began explaining the situation in a ridiculously high voice. He looked like he was about to cry. “Thanks, guys,” I said to all my new animated friends as I walked out the store. “Your welcome,” they all said together. I was about to go home when I remembered the detergent and soap. I walked to the cleaning agents aisle and got the groceries. I left a couple of dollars on the splintery desk and I walked home. I only walked a few blocks when I kicked something red in the street. “Hey, watch it Henry! You kicked me once, you won't do it again!” “Brick, is that you?” “Yes, it's me Henry. You've grown taller. Bring me with you. Have I got a story to tell you.” I picked up my old friend and walked home, while he ranted about some adventure he had in the sewers.

Thursday, May 08, 2008

COMICS by Noah S. R.de Luzuriaga


(Published in the Winter 2008 # 85 issue of the CALVERT CONNECTION - Newsletter for Calvert School enrolled students. Image above lifted from Marvel Comics.)

COMICS


Balloons with words
Heroes saving the Earth
When I read them I join the fight
Journey


Noah de Luzuriaga
Fourth Grade
Pasig City, Philippines

Monday, March 31, 2008

TAIL by Ralph Pena


I am posting this on the Net for anyone who might have use for it – actors, hopefully, but maybe non-actors too. Do whatever with it. Use it for auditions, for class, or try leaving the messages on a complete stranger's answering machine. That should be interesting. My only request, if it is to be presented publicly, is that you please give credit to the following, either in print, or else verbally. These names must be acknowledged.

Tail received its premiere in New York City, featuring Jodi Lin and directed by Graeme Gillis, produced by Second Generation Theater, with Lloyd Suh as Artistic Director. Tail was developed at the Ma-Yi Writers Lab with the help of Ms. Cindy Cheung.

Thank you.


TAIL

By Ralph B. Peña


The action should progress over a day.

A room. A phone.

An Asian Woman in her early thirties.



SEGMENT 1.

Hi. Hello? It’s me again. I’ve left, two, maybe um, twelve messages. I just get your service. You’re probably out, maybe – and I’ll just throw this out there – maybe, having dinner at that Italian restaurant you like so much, Gino’s I believe is the name, I should know because I took you there, first. I can accept that. Or maybe you’re at the gym, because well, you did mention going three times a week, and today is Thursday, so that could conceivably cover T-Th-S where you would take a day off in between workouts which is the recommended routine by most, well, workout experts, but then it could also mean M-W-F, which would leave you open today, Thursday, and which then forces me to re-imagine why you’re not home. Not that it’s any of my business, really, because I would be the last person to foist any kind of responsibility on you, knowing your issues with, you know, i.n.t.i.m.a.c.y.

(pause)

As you know, I come from, um, Asia. Okay I can be more specific, but I didn’t want you to think that “specific” is interchangeable with “needy.” So okay, I will be – specific. I’m Equatorial. A racial cocktail, with a just a teeny touch of bitters. Mix well and stand back. Hello? Are you still there? Don’t be scared.

No. No. No. I’m being deliberately glib. Inside, I have real… you know, pain. Do you think that’s good? Do you like pained Asians? Or are svelte, smooth, and Third World the only requisites? I’m kidding. I can kid. My father and mother, on the other hand, have no sense of humor. Do I sound judgmental, because I’m not really. Except with Republicans. Oh God, I hope you’re not – because that would never, ever work. My parents voted for Reagan – which is partially, why I ran away from home. My father and I would be at each other’s throats. I would accuse him of being a fascist reactionary pig, and he -- well, he didn’t like that I shaved my head and pierced fifteen different parts of my body. He also said that my anger was privileged, that came it with trade-in options – Reagan today, Redwoods tomorrow. He called it my angst du jour. (pause) Okay, he would never say du jour. (pause) Or even angst. In fact, I don’t think he said much of anything at all.

Hello? Hello?!



SEGMENT 2

(Long pause. She stares into space – then starts.)

So you’re not at Gino’s, and you’re not at the gym, I know that too, because I called all the Equinox, Crunch, and New York Sports Clubs in Chelsea, Tribeca, Soho, well, in Manhattan, really. Just in case. Getting information from these places is impossible – I mean, what’s the big deal? So the ones that wouldn’t give out information, and there were, oh approximately forty branches, I just visited myself in the last seven hours – and that’s okay, really, because I got a good aerobic workout.

You know, I just remembered, I know so little about you – and well, I want to know more. Like, oh, little things: your parents’ names, or, how about where you live, although you did mention, one time, in passing, and you may not recall, but once you said: Westside – which is terrific, because, really, is there any other side? Driving around – I rented a car, I figured that was wise – driving around, I narrowed the possibilities to within a few blocks. I figured, south of 57th, north of Varick, West of 5th, and East of well, the Hudson. That was thrilling!

So I drive – I’ve driven – for not a long time – two, two and a half…um, months is all, every night, between 6 and 10 PM hoping to catch a sight of you – and once, I thought I spotted you, through binoculars, I’ve gotten quite adept at driving and looking through binoculars at the same time, and once – I thought I spotted you – coming out of that new trendy bar called Trendy, is it? I could’ve sworn – but…well.

Hello? I have to wonder, out loud I’m going to wonder – if you’re not sitting there listening to me go on and on… please feel free to pick up at any time – but you might be busy – so I’ll just keep talking. Is that okay?

Good.

I don’t drink – much. (pause) But when I do, which is – RARE -- I can play the ukulele with my feet.

(She holds)



SEGMENT 3

(Still gamely at it)



Hello? Are you listening to all of this? You should be back from Gino’s or the gym.

So, you know, I’m just a regular, uncomplicated, Asian-American-Spanish hybrid. I like James Joyce.

I can cook, and I drive stick. (pause)

I’m equally comfortable in rough country or swinging around in the urban jungle. (pause)

I ADORE, like big, big mammals – you know? (pause)

I would love to live in Katmandu or, say, Tampa. But I’m flexible – very flexible, in case you’re married to the Westside. (pause)

Call me. Please, for the love of Jesus.

I’m going to hang up now.

(She doesn’t hang up)

Hello?

Buh-bye….

Hello?

Well, I’ll just wait in case you’re on your way home… five, ten minutes…

Lalalalalala..lalalalaa.. In case your machine is voice activated.. don’t want it cutting off…

Lalalalalalalalalala….

(She hangs on, silent, eternally, unquestionably – HOPEFUL – as lights dim).

End.

Friday, August 17, 2007

What is it with Mornings


What is it with Mornings
by Alan D. R.de Luzuriaga
August 26, 1993


What is it with mornings

The fresh air and the slow radiance

Green leaves and purple petals

reaching out to the heavens

Their soul thirstily

Wanting, Waiting

For that unseen spirit

Sprinkling life to a new day


What is it with mornings

That makes your eyes shimmer

With renewed anticipation

To sing with the birds

To roar with the mighty engines of man

As they rise from their slumber

To sweep the dust

Of yesterday

And trod

The newly washed path

Of today


What is it with mornings

That makes your eyes glimmer

At times with tears

Not of joy

For the beauty that is the morning

Makes you wonder

On what is to be

For the rest of the day

That can match its splendor

To keep our hearts moving

Our soul erupting

Rapture Eternal


Longer Than the Future


Longer Than the Future
by Alan D. R.de Luzuriaga
May 15, 1993


Groping in the emptiness

Of none-life

Seeking

Hoping

Feeling

What is there

To live for

What is there

To die for


We have

The Future

We have

The Life

To live

Or to waste


A friendly reply

Not to worry

For we shall solve all

All these problems

All in the future


I continue

And say

And pray

Hopefully,we

Can mend our wrongs

Longer

Longer than the Future

Saturday, August 11, 2007

Total Eclipse - Jovy de la Paz

Total Eclipse

by Jovy de la Paz


I govern the day; I romance the night

I empower the intellect; I inspire their arts

I am their source; I am their muse

I am your reason; I am your reflection

You are my heart; You are my crown

We never meet; Our shadows kiss

I rise; I depart



The mathematics of our game

Constant sum of fire and rain

Caught in between aerial space

Ushers the rise and fall of empires

Devouring sweet stolen moments

Immortalizing reason and emotion

On new leaves of undying poetry

Never to meet but in discreet

Shadows of the sun and the moon

To rise and soon to depart

Into the huge trembling stage

Of the unknown transformation



Monday, August 06, 2007

CRUMPLED



CRUMPLED
Alan D. R.de Luzuriaga
(May 8, 1993 – Given to my Mom on Mother's Day of 1993)


Crumpled in a womb of warmth
Gentle beats of a caring heart
A cry of pain, a gasp of blind life
A journey of uncertainty

Crumpled in a womb of mystery
The beats and caresses unceasing
A cry of pain, a gasp of a life gone blind
A journey of hope

Monday, May 28, 2007

BOOKS - a cinquain