Late Post: thoughts of consistency

I admit, I have been negligent with my blog for a while. I'm sorry for not keeping this updated in a manner where it can contain at least from my vantage point - the expectations that I needed to share.

I will try but I will not promise, for me to regularly update this blog, and post images as deemed appropriate. And yet, I shall not account you to long for more. 

Start your own too, the field of writing is a work in progress that never stops. It's a field where you can benefit not only in moments of solitude but a channel to know thyself everyday.

As you write, forget the worries, and focus on the passion, to convey your emotions, veil it, through the power of words; show it through the power of words. Until then, you're still in command.

-billymac 

Platoon Leader

@hushpups with baby elea

-billymac (crunching bones)

Triumphs Over and Over Again

descant - the ears dread for it to stop
like the the syncing of the intertwines
where it craves to go on, a little bit more
encompassing bliss, as if it can be forever


anticipation - the mind wished to halt it
as the bearer of light, it somehow tires
melting like a candle, flickering
then it goes black, as if darkness is for real


poetry - it tickles, it's arresting
a smile imprinted, upon deciphering
the meaning of the written piece
mystery undone, as if thy can relate


grace - developed upon the conception
of sin
a neverwhere, a pointless origin
the harbinger of hope
no matter what, as if the end is near.



-billymac (contact me if you got this right)

Love letters for Eleanor

Baby Elea...

You're the one

I shall treasure

Until the end

When the last breath

Of mine

Shall be done 

-Mac 

Of Gifts from Eleanor

Thanks is all I've got

Smiles I can re flash

You're such an awesome giver

Of ur untiring care

I love thee, forever