Terrestrial bodies’ shivering at dark;
Becoming warm after dawn and light comes out.
A fresh falling dried leaves from tall trees, no doubt.
Birds chirping; squirrels peeking outside the bark.
Here, shiny little flowers blooming in spark
Waving with winds in synchronize heading south
Together with cool breeze; floras in a bout.
Colors shifting as they sway and leave a mark;
In a wide meadow with frigid gust nature;
And a puff of dust chasing tail of gale.
Where life is like an easy breeze of landscape.
For keeping this benign, never have fissure.
And this is cursed blithe place rather than a pale.
Elsewhere to be found must unveil from its cape.

© Breeze of Landscape by Ian Chris C. Alejo
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Living beneath of unawake breathing flesh
Dead still, wandering in his deeper thoughts
My fantasies brought me to their wrought
Live fun when time ends for you’ll not be cherished.

In the world of nowhere, magical event is to be happen
There’s a magic behind of unveiling spell
Walked on enchanting gate, Lovely place I called
Beguiling me and in highly amazement.

Winds whispered, “This is magical.”
I saw a castle in there, but not
It is a school and saw a talking hat
It said, “For this is true, don’t be skeptical.”

For nighttime’s passed by, it was a week ago
Time comes to its date, its not forever
I’m ready to go from enchanting gate where I enter
For I was awake, silent night said, “Hello!”

And therefore, I had then a great adventure
Where a place I really enjoyed
Never fail me and even annoy
I am filled with happiness and great pleasure.

© Dream (My Harry Potter Poem Tribute) by Ian Chris C. Alejo
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Once, I saw a luminous road ending nowhere.
I wore murky shades to bear the throbbing brightness.
Seconds later, I, at once, got the swift letter:
“This road is the path to the perpetual madness.” 

I marched the lustrous boulevard and felt lighter.
Looked down my heels and saw joyful little daisies.
They smiled and laughed at me and said: “Hi there mister!”
“Fine,” I said, but not a hum clattered in abyss.

They sung vivid lullabies then I felt slumber.
I reluctantly bunged my eyes and saw darkness.
Moments passed, I saw myself standing on ember —
Coals igniting; Lights gleaming yet I feel numbness.

The inferno crawled from my feet to my shoulder,
It embraced my head and drawn me to emptiness
I felt arctic cold then I commenced to shiver.
The fire just went to flares and cuddled relentless.

The flames went out and I saw the road of nowhere;
It’s again full of nothing but throbbing brightness.
Seconds later, I, at once got the swift letter:
“This road is the path to the perpetual madness.”

© The Path to Perpetual Madness by Vince Aguilar (featuring my Cousin)
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My heart still be with you, devoted everything
Passions are fading and hearth is burden
Over me, confusions and frustrations are leading
Finally, does my heart shall be taken?

Whereas, a lover finding of its pair
Like a song piece, missing; lost on nowhere
Lost on memory, when truth comes to hurt
A music of despair and it seems to be an art.

Wishing to falling stars, please go back again
Not reminiscing; nor remembering it then
A big mistake that I’ve done the-day-after-before
And the spark doesn’t fly anymore.

Thus, after all these pains and damages to me,
I conquered all the disbeliefs to be
And I’ll forward again for a new journey of love
Again and again, love hurt is above.

© Journey of Love by Ian Chris C. Alejo
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In man’s heart, thou heart is a winning prize
And shall the battle of romances begin
My dear! Failing is unacceptable lies
Shall I give up and this would be ending?
Let this be fair and start without leading
Beloved! Thou, I’m begging to be mine
Promise, I will give you everlasting
Let you be mine with these million of lines
With gorgeous face, wit and a man with kind
I should be competitive amongst us
A decision of yours can get us bind
Though, midst’s there and going to be the last
Thus, thous heart is precious than any gold
Thou shalt be mine— my love never gets old.

© Man’s Race by Ian Chris C. Alejo
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Living soul is connected to beliefs
And fate does. To take to everywhere
From the vast oceans to the mountain cliffs
Or following the flowing river
Where does fate dragging you to your future
Nevertheless, or prophesying your tomorrow
With all the obstacles, for you’re endure
And does the fortune know your sacred vow
Where does fate guiding them without knowing how
Whether dragging or guiding your fortune
The fate is with you with its mighty hallow
Merely wait for yours because maybe its soon
Thus, our destiny is for ours only
Now its up to you who you will be!

© The Fate by Ian Chris C. Alejo
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We’re the eyewitness for the tears of heaven’s sky;
And the madness of terrestrial bodies;
Moreover, the revenge of oceans’ cry.
A beautiful ravines turn into ugly gullies
A faith from sun rays and now we’re hopeless
Disaster’s trouble is there, hurting others
Everyone’s fault, and no one is escapees
Merely prevent it than to blame the blamers
Just care of them, and be a nature lover.
This is once, never be twice – it’s not unlimited
Of nature’s vengeance is coming, a punisher.
We’re the mediocrity of ours of knowing sakes of crowd
Mother Nature’s hurt and damaged viciously
Nature’s counsel us. It’s time to rebuild them normally!

© Nature’s Counsel by Ian Chris C. Alejo
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Love is ambitious, a dream of vastly high
As high as the stars floating above like comets
Love betwixt trustful lovers without lie.
A love’s dream is just fantasy –either granting it or not.
Love is not diamonds or gold nor precious gems
It’s only a simple; as plain as white.
Don’t need a stylish romance —it’s not on money and fame.
Love is just love. Nobody said to do all right.
No sense of sight but love do touched
And love’s not blind for matter of saying
Though, feelings track who to love; and who is betrayed.
Lovers are blind and not the love who’s blaming.
Love is truthfully forever, living beneath ours.
Blessed with God, no wither of one but love through their vows.

© Love is? by Ian Chris C. Alejo
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