C.G.Ayling

Month: January 2012

  • Tweets for Posterity 318.

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    If writing is the game, perhaps doing is the goal.

    “Freedom of Speech” has become too costly to employ. #sad

    We’re free to say whatever we think, as long as it’s what others like to hear. “any colour that he wants so long as it is black” Henry Ford

    Art: Our beating heart upon the bench we lay, then wait, will our unseen spectators strike, or will their blades, they stay.

    Paper serves as canvas, pen, as brush, for paint, our tear thinned blood, and as for any other artist, our easel, is our heart.

    Shame: That we would turn away, lest we might see that for which we long.

    What purpose life, without love.

    Struck to ground, the only view, hobnail boots, aimed at you.

    What does misery love, solitude more than company, least that is the way it is, for me.

    Better to fill one’s life with glee, than a misery boots to be.

    Happiness is where our mind is free.

  • Tweets for Posterity 317.

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    Thoughts unspoken require no retraction, but deeds cannot be undone, and words cannot be withdrawn.

    As good is never perfectly pure, evil is never completely corrupt. http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0054RFWU2

    History is a soulless past, while our conscience shows a brighter future.

    Speaking of the 2nd amendment, my son’s history book says “people in the militia have the right to bear arms”. Thus, are rights stolen.

    History is more about happenings than the people who made them happen.

    Even the greatest people, the true revolutionaries, are remembered for their words and deeds, more than for themselves.

    A promise – I am not on your side, and nor should you be on mine – rather than side with your friends, side with what you believe is right.

    Why do we so revere recycled words, do we doubt our own truths?

    Those who stand alone are doomed to fall.

    Individuality, it’s who we are.

    Writing is the start, the end is to live our words. {I am far from there.}

  • Tweets for Posterity 316.

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    Offer understanding, not ultimatums. … I’ve always treated my kids as fully functioning adult minds. They teach me a lot.

    Nobody is normal, nobody.

    Trust your kids, if you can’t trust them, how can you expect them to trust you. {Yes, they’ll let you down, as will you they.)

    “these questions, and more, trouble the characters and will trouble the reader if they read between the lines.” http://bit.ly/CGAxPr2

    Treat every follow as a favor, and every unfollow, as farewell.

    “I’ll tell you the truth” also know as, “All before were lies”

    Lose your dreams, and you’ve lost your way.

    Life the nightmare to sleep, the dream.

    What’s wrong with me, I just felt guilty for killing an ant. OK… Then I felt worse, for not always feeling guilty.

    If we’re willing to give away our most precious words, what of our souls.

    “People aren’t all good, nor are they all bad” – how I wish everyone realized this. @Bowmanauthor

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    That which one loses, the other does not gain. http://bit.ly/CGApT1l

    Will be gone a day, or two. Clocks tick, and tweeters tock, take a minute, or a few to read words, that aren’t. http://bit.ly/CGApATY

    If everyone refused to pick sides, all conflicts would collapse.

    Those who learn gain wisdom, while the only gain of those who are taught, is knowledge.

    Misunderstanding: Often as much fun as understanding.

    History highlights atrocity committed by the vanquished, while on the atrocities perpetrated upon them it casts a shadow of silence.

    Words can be pretty, but to be beautiful they must reveal truth.

    That you can’t accept something need not mean you are judging. Embrace Alternity. http://bit.ly/CGApATY

    It’s all a matter of perception, and by all, I mean everything.

    The fun part of long, boring drives is watching our mind pass the time. A free-form poem I call, “Fleeting Thoughts” http://bit.ly/CGApFT

    Am I a conspiracy nut? Well, that depends who I think is listening.

  • Tweets for Posterity 314.

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    When I first wrote Malmaxa, it had no villain, for true villainy lies within. http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0054RFWU2

    Perhaps the best thing about truth is how differently each of us views it.

    Embrace alternity. {Since sometimes the words we have simply won’t do, I made up one that does.}

    What convoluted mind conceives words that don’t exist, words like this… Alternity. Why, that mind might be mine. http://bit.ly/CGApATY

    If labels are things we wear with pride, why don’t we wear our clothes with the inside, outside.

    Yet when who we are, is who we hide, do we fear, what we have inside?

    Truth is like art, it varies to every viewer’s eye.

    Why do the simplest sentences so often require the most effort?

    Every word I write fights, and usually, they win.

    From our souls do tales flow free, within our minds the words sound right, and then… we point our pen, and those treacherous words, defy.

    The written word, over the spoken blurt. #iam

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    The only thing I know of time, is when it’s passed, it’s done, so pass time the way you will, yet know too for no one does time stand still.

    Two worlds exist within in a single place, in the one you stumble on, alone,

    in the other, those who love you hold your unwilling hands and for your failings never demand that you atone.

    Blame: Something we are more willing to offer than to receive.

    Sometimes the best questions are not really questions at all.

    Inconsistency is very much like incontinence, no one wants either.

    Enough with tidbits of philosophy, get an entire book of it instead… http://bit.ly/CGAxPr2 {but only once you’ve got the first…}

    Though I don’t write to you often, I think of you always. For those in my life who matter, I hope you know who you are, yet fear you don’t.

    Are eyes merely eyes? Nay say I, for there are those we use to see, and then there are those of thee, which are to be seen.

    When your fluid tongue snags on a rhyme, and you like it. #that

    If truth were a layer, where would it lie?

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    Though I don’t believe in god, I do believe in Soul.

    As with words, within pictures do other truths reside.

    Let me count the ways I love your eyes, or let me not, for numbers cannot climb such heights of bliss.

    Corporation: An entity of man, unbound by the morals of its creators.

    Under #Capitalism, when the rich get richer, the poor get richer. Who the hell wants THAT? Sheesh. #tcot
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    @bookforge1 If this was so, then why does the monetary divide between rich and poor continue growing? Simple answer – it is not so.

    Stating an opinion, as though it were a fact. #that

    My truths, in my words, your truths may vary, and that’s OK, for the only truth I’ve learned of truth, is that truth is never absolute.

    … Not only have I never read Marx, I probably never will. I don’t need others to tell me wrong. …

    Are errors made with intent, the mistakes they purport to be?

    Intent, so difficult to convey, with only words for content. {I need to see their eyes, to see their eyes betray their lies.}

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    Do negative souls attract positive thoughts, or do they discharge them? #iam

    The thing about the best anti-virus software, is that when it fails it’s as worthless as the worst.

    Generosity, an open oasis in a barren land.

    Words are just words, right? Wrong. Words form the foundations of change, so forge them strong, and make them mean.

    Mean: As easy to misuse as any other.

    I’ve tried to wrap my mind around people embracing an exception for [a]immoral behavior. I just can’t seem to do it.

    No matter what does the deed, government, entity, animal or man, wrong remains wrong.

    Some rules deserve to be broken, grammar is not one of them.

    I strive to bury meaning, right where anyone can see. @MirandaRush69 This reviewer, “gets it” – http://bit.ly/CGAxPr2 seems few do :(.

    Shallow: To bury deep meaning, or bury meaning deep. If gems are never uncovered are they even gems, at all.

    Are the most terrible the deeds we do, those that place the intangible at risk.

  • Tweets for Posterity 310.

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    Those who frame their desires, as other peoples’ needs.

    I’m a crastinator, and apparently my wife thinks I’m so good I should go pro.

    Political Correctness: aka Conversational Cowardice.

    I’ll try and cast the Syria debacle in a positive light. “War weariness” isn’t the reason for our reluctance to attack, moral resurgence is.

    There is never a “right” reason for wrong. … War is morally wrong. Period

    War: A path of destruction from which only the unscrupulous prosper.

    I once said that the only justification for war is to combat monstrous evil. Problem is that the evil we are shown, is often itself a lie.

    A message from my long-lost sister included this gem, “Atheism is a non-prophet organization.”

    “…but the story of Malmaxa is not just about those interactions; it’s a story of everyone.” A book, of my truths. http://bit.ly/CGAxPr2

    My #FF? every tweeter, everywhere. But that’d be wrong, so instead a poem about friends, and wrong… http://bit.ly/CGApFrn

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    Does hunger define art, or are artists defined by their hungers?

    Hunger: OK when it’s a rest stop, not when it’s a destination.

    Beauty lies in the memories we behold.

    Every time we fall, we bleed, and every time we rise, we heal. Our scars, are who we are, are un-scarred souls even souls, at all.

    Sometimes standing back up is the most difficult thing we can imagine. Though falling is easy, it is the source of our pain.

    What is humanity? Certainly not wealth, nor poverty, though some may think it so. Empathy? Granting opportunity, for others to simply be.

    Regret: More the words we left unsaid, than the deeds we did, yet never should have done.

    How can you have friends you’ll never see, I don’t know, but I do.

    Respect: Give it in hope you need never take it away.

    When the caveats are longer than the claim… That.