Holiday Nostalgia

The holidays are approaching.  It's the perfect time to show your endearment to your loved ones, to those whom you care for, family, close friends and to those who are important in your life.

Most of us would think that gift-giving is the best way to show your care. But the clearest possible way to convey your affection and  love is providing them the simple things that can be enjoyed in this life.

Look back in time, when's the last occurrence did you actually write your lovenotes for her?

The last time you invoke your handwritten holiday greetings to your relatives abroad? instead of just typing on their Facebook walls?

The last time you had a catch-up session with your bestfriend over a cup of coffee or tea?

Or perhaps, you get tired of dining-out already, why not bring the whole family in a Sunday worship service together?

Focus more on the thought and the value of quality that can linger intensely to the receiver, whoever it would be.

The material things are all going to pass but how you made them feel, in every moment you are with them will leave a footprint, in their hearts and in their minds.

-Mac

Dreamland

the sunset was fulfilling
as the two of us spent time;
t'was like we're oblivious
of the world around us
uncaring of the sweeping,
raw emotions
that seemed to envelope us..
creating a beautiful abyss
a heartfelt bond
that no one could explain
but the language of the heart

it may seem futile
it could pose a danger
but i guess
it would worth the try
then again
we still have our sanity
to unstep from the limits
knowing deep inside
that dreamland is never too far
..from reality



-billymac ® poetry

Smoke my cigarette, hush

She was like a broken vase

A mere touch of the careless grace

Lest should I be of service

No more than ever praise

Smoke my cigarette, hush

Offended and you blushed

A monster coming

Crushed before the aiming

Disguised as an evil

But an angel deep within

Colorless as transparent

Reduced into nothingness

Decipher me no more

Games I no longer care

For it was over before it got late

we saw it coming in a speedy rate

Clamped and tightened

Fixated but loose

Don't you see the irony

I care but 'twas before

Show me the ignition

To rekindle the fire

Of this thing called madness

In this frost of speechlessness

PS: fixyahlater

Mac on the sand

Browsing through images' memory lane on a breezy Saturday afternoon. I super love the weather now. I hope it stays like this. ;)

Kindred Spirits (part 3)

(click here for part2)

Marnie couldn't wait to report to Linda, and bring the snapshot to prove that she succeeded in killing John. There is anxiety in her behavior now that she didn't actually do the crime, instead, it was some stranger whom she gets to know by his first name only and his phone number. In fact, she's worried now, she felt like being an accomplice.

How can she shoot John in the first place? She has loved him in silence, it was a spur of the moment only when Linda offered the grueling crime to be realized. Out of hatred, out of depression and probably revenge, she took the bait, and now she's having this guilty feelings.  Contemplating, she still couldn't believe that Linda offered her to do it just because Linda deduced what John has been doing ever since. A secret that Marnie couldn't accept and fathom why in the hell could John have done those things to Linda. She thought John's the perfect husband to Linda, she thought she could never make him do a meltdown despite her gorgeous looks and sex appeal, despite her initiative and unremorseful attempts to seduce John and make him fall for her, not only emotionally but also in the physical sense.

Marnie gasped as she realized how great it would have been to share the urge and libido with John, but all these suddenly vanished when Linda told her about John's unrealistic behavior.

… to be continued

A man growing old becomes a child again.
Sophocles 

(click here for part1)