... although the feeling is kind of a fleeting moment... the fulfillment is still priceless after heading out from the gym.
Monday, November 28, 2011
Saturday, November 26, 2011
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
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
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Saturday, November 05, 2011
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