C.G.Ayling

Month: January 2012

  • Tweets for Posterity 328.

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    While rules may be made to be broken, principles are not.

    Listening: an art we’ve lost.

    To have an official secrets act is a terrible indictment against any government. They demand transparency, yet remain opaque.

    “Do as we say, but not as we do”, that is a standard you can’t hold me to.

    When I see shit happening, I talk about it. eg. http://bit.ly/CGApHES I normally hear a stony silence for my efforts.

    It isn’t really about a knife at your throat, it’s about people being so politically cowed they believe there is.

    One of the reasons I embrace Twitter, is that in its virtual world everyone should dare to be free. They don’t…

    If you’re a coward in a virtual world, what are you in life?

    Fear, the world we live in, Justice, the one we’ve lost. Hope, held in our heart, that our past we will regain.

    When government begins to believe its purpose is controlling its citizens, instead of serving them. #that

    Why, is dignity such a fragile thing, that others choose to break?

  • Tweets for Posterity 327.

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    Expectations: The path to disappointment, whether we attain them, or not.

    The problem with enough, is how it never is.

    Looking at #fracking, this is what I see. A pneumatic powered, mechanical penis raping the earth. So, no, I won’t watch in silence.

    When wealth is our only goal, we feed the flesh, and starve the soul.

    Those who silence the soul are doomed to never hear it speak.

    In the most terrible things, do other wonders dwell.

    Instead of an #FF let me share with you, something my daughter shared with me. http://bit.ly/CGApMoF

    Where does beauty reside, upon the flesh, or far deeper inside.

    What need we in the flesh to fly, when in our dreams we do, and far higher than this sky.

    Are the scales within, as immeasurable as the scales without? http://bit.ly/CGApWiS

    The problem with quality is its lack.

  • Tweets for Posterity 326.

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    From one end are two new beginnings born.

    Do troubled minds, see troubling thoughts? Everywhere I look, I’m seeing signs. We’re all in this, together. http://bit.ly/CGApWiS

    Reiterate: as an author, something I really hate.

    May our tomorrows hold less pain than our yesterdays.

    My nights seem so much better than my days, so, since your night has just begun I’ll pretend I’m you, and at day’s end return, to being me.

    Music: It sets the mind to free…

    Is the truth dwelling in the depths deeper than that which basks in bright light? http://bit.ly/CGAmb1s

    Poetry, is pleasure, and pain, anguish, and disdain, ugly, in wrappings divine, beauty, in sackcloth sublime, Poetry, is anything, and all.

    Motivations of the mind, truths others seldom see, that’s the person I try to be.

    We’ve always got to do what we’ve got to do, but sometimes it would nice to not.

    When our obligations end, then, yes, then.

  • Tweets for Posterity 325.

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    Truth is valuable, let it never become a commodity.

    The tribulations of life are as naught, when weighed against the value of the tribe we term, family.

    A thought a day keeps the mind in play.

    Is a sage dressed in colors bright as sage one in simple white?

    Virtue can be found in unexpected things, even laziness.

    The most beautiful thing about the eyes is how they never lie, sadly that aspect can be the most terrible, too.

    Is a tale told in rhyme somehow less than a tale told, in prose. http://bit.ly/CGAmb1s

    Truth will never be a popular currency, for where a coin has only two sides truth has many.

    Since we only get what we pay for, where can I find the ticket-box for truth?

    Why, oh why, are words the hardest things to find, until you seek them not?

    Disparate conversations, bound into one, bound into us all.

  • Tweets for Posterity 324.

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    Some dreams are meant to be shared, others… not so much.

    How can we forgive ourselves for the things we never did, for the words we never said, and worse still, for the thoughts we never shared.

    Was I to have a single thought for you, it would be love. Love, unconditional and kind, love, pure and true. Love , it’s what I offer to you

    So… would you rather live in a bad place, with good people, or in a good place, with bad people?

    Does the way we lean depend upon the direction of prevailing thought?

    When I understand how a deity would need to tax its creations, then might I understand religion.

    In our dreams. In reality,I fear we’ll never be, but with diligence our children might regain the freedom we squandered.

    Although I like your poem I feel the sentiment is flawed, no-one I know is given anything, every penny they have, they earn.

    A penny held has no value, how sad it is that a penny spent has little more.

    Today I earn far more than I ever did before, yet to spend… I have far less. ~ Though I squander not a dime, my debt does not decline.

    Why do I love Twitter so? Because this is the only place I never need to lie.

  • Tweets for Posterity 323.

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    Is happiness a state of mind or a state of being?

    Humor comes in many flavors, one of my personal favorites is shock.

    There are few easy answers, what is for me isn’t necessarily for you.

    I’ve never understood peoples’ fascination with fame, the only person I’ve ever wanted to be is me.

    Me: the one I hate the most and love the least.

    Are we to blame for who we are, cause if we aren’t, I’d sure like to know who is.

    Children are as malleable as unfired clay though we mold them as we may, when they age into their true form are they reborn.

    Like Loathe. #iam

    There is only one thing that all humanity holds in common, each of us is unique.

    Infinity: So easy to understand if you can grasp a simple concept, love given to one person is not taken from another.

    The wildest we will ever be, is when we know we’re truly free.

  • Tweets for Posterity 322.

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    Theories describe thoughts, and facts describe actualities, but what describes the inexplicable fact of life?

    The problem with the voice of god is how it’s only heard by other people’s ears.

    Long drives provide fertile grounds for dire thoughts.

    Never thought I’d see a vampire hammering nails into its own coffin, no wait… it’s just the republican party, and the government shutdown.

    Unintentional insults aren’t insults at all.

    Sometimes the little messages matter the most…

    Goals: All important, but only until reached.

    Sex might not make the world go round, but it sure can make your head spin.

    A mind is like a flower, it only blossoms when it opens.

    Did I hear it, before I said it? Did I read it, before I thought it? Did I dream it, before I did it?

    The problem with politicians is that they all have an agenda.

  • Tweets for Posterity 321.

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    Shame: Turning our attention from looming tragedy to ease our discomfort. People are dying horribly, and we’d rather not know?

    The only balance I can offer is placing my words on the scales of injustice. They may have weight, but it is insufficient alone.

    Hope has no place in a world where indifferent silence rules.

    Being American should not require a certain cast of skin, eye, or inflection…

    Struggling with my conscience again, would like to participate in #FF, but there are simply too many to thank without cluttering timelines.

    The “ABC” of “Unlimited”: Access, Bribery, and Corruption. http://unlimitedcorruption.com Now, or never – it’s no cliché.

    Love begins in chaos, seeks order, and hopefully never succumbs to entropy.

    Within pain can be pleasure, the difficulty is to not mistake pain for pleasure.

    Do we fear change more than we fear pain?

    So many clever reasons, to do so many foolish things…

    One of the few things faster than thought is a fool’s tongue.

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    I really enjoy stating the obvious, in ways other than the obvious. #iam

    The subtleties of distinction, they define the line upon which we tread, and balance.

    eBooks: Electronic words are the wave of the future, but they’re still judged by their covers…

    “…predictably unpredictable…” aka Chaos theory, normalized.

    Practice: So much better than execution.

    How measure you success? By numbers on a paycheck, by wealth accrued and stored, or by lives bettered by your deeds?

    My son asked a question more complex than it seems “What is nothing?” I said “No one in the world will know.” I’d like to be proven wrong.

    War is other peoples’ business, and those “people” are parasites.

    We all are one, and yet we are also unique. The universe is, and everything within it is as well. Contradictory? No.

    When those who once walked the walk, turnabout, and now talk the other talk. #that

    Wisdom does not depend on language.

  • Tweets for Posterity 319.

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    What I like to do on my breaks appears between these quotes, “”.

    What is instinct anyway, a vibe, a pheromone of fear? What it is matters not as much as that you heed it.

    Where look the wise, to their feet, or to the skies? Seek heaven everywhere, in the earth, and in the air.

    Encouraging words are the energy gems writers use to replace their karmic debt.

    Writing grants us insights into our own humanity, insights we’d most likely never see, were we not writing.

    The way I look at unfollowing is this – if they aren’t willing to hear what I say, I’m not willing to listen to them.

    While wounds may leave scars of the flesh, they’re a catalyst to growth of the soul.

    Why is it that things you learn in confidence seldom improve your confidence?

    Good days, but far better nights.

    We place our feet upon our path, and look ahead to see, that, that is where we long to be.

    Insight: Seeing that which lies within.