C.G.Ayling

Month: January 2012

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    The words which bigots blurt, are words intended to cause hurt, such words, I don’t care to hear.

    Keeping lies in line takes such effort, that the lazy are the least likely to lie.

    Music and melody, the sea in which our souls swim.

    Change for its own sake serves no one.

    Thinking: A novel experience, well worth a try.

    Can we separate feeling from our thinking, and if we can, why would we?

    Thought is a stream, sometimes we swim with its flow, sometimes we struggle against it, sometimes we simply sit, and watch it flow on by.

    A strange thing is how I am able to recognize my own words, yet how can that be, for words don’t belong to me.

    If you are willing to pick the lesser of two evils, you are still evil.

    Worry about forever, and forget about now, or worry about now, and forget about forever.

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    Where does true beauty lie, I think it lies much deeper than the eye.

    And then you’ll wane, and so begins the cycle again.

    Always remember that while you’re free to say whatever you choose, we’re free not to listen. {On Twitter we call that blocking.}

    If you like Bio’s as much as I, read this interview http://bit.ly/CGAxPLE I may write one for you, that’ll make you cry!

    A motto of mine, in the words of another. RT @minn211 Do no harm but take no shit.

    Although I’ll defend your right to say what you will, I won’t tolerate bigots. “Never, is an absolute” – http://bit.ly/CGAxPLE

    Isn’t it wonderful how much words can tell, or how little?

    Oh what a tangled web we weave, when we indiscriminately practice how to retrieve… #Snowden No good comes of doing something evil. #NSA

    The smile of delight you’ve elicited washed away my outrage, in a instant.

    Real smiles scrub away real woe.

  • Tweets for Posterity 296.

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    The quest to find out who we really are, is a quest we should hope never ends.

    Never look upon yourself through another person’s eye, for what you see will be nothing, save an imaginary lie.

    What others think of us is very little, you see they’re too busy thinking about what we think of them.

    Perhaps my art is in in the blood I choose to spill, as words upon these virtual pages.

    We all claim we desire something different, yet our search is for the same. http://bit.ly/CGAmb1s {this, is not the same}

    Intuition: Seeing the unseen, hearing words unspoken, feeling the lap of the spiritual ocean.

    When we pretend we don’t care, we do, and more deeply than we dare reveal.

    The language trolls can’t comprehend, is the language of silence.

    Praise: For some, as difficult to accept, as scorn. #iam

    Without context, many things are meaningless. {‘cept in twitter, where links are often malignant.}

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    Fit is something I’d like to be, yet not care to do.

    Sometimes, art is ugly, sometimes, art is beauty, sometimes, art is clean, sometimes it’s somewhere in-between.

    Me, I prefer the written word over the blurted babble. #iam

    Or not, who we are might be who we claim, or who our words reveal, or we might not be at all what other people see.

    Who am I? For an answer, visit here http://anupturnedsoul.wordpress.com/2013/08/17/i-came-across-time-for-you/ …

    There are few things quite as uncomfortable as a warm seat in a public restroom.

    A conscience is a sensitive thing, ignore it too often, and it simply stops talking to you.

    Knee jerk reactions by corporate buffoons trying to appease a fickle public incited by publicity seeking mass media.

    Force artists into the neat boxes others define, then condemn them for experimenting with art.

    If art leaves a bitter taste, it is no less art, less art it is, when it leaves no taste at all.

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    Once again I am taken aback by the generosity of a stranger. Would that we treat the ones we know as well. @UrsusAbstrusus

    Art, is experiment. @CandleSkull Precisely, RAP is an extreme medium. His transgression is mild in comparison to some. @ITV

    Deep down each of us seeks validation.

    Might true bravery be, to clench your lips, and swallow your bile?

    Trapped, by fabricated truths.

    My mother taught me that if you have nothing nice to say, you should say nothing. A most difficult lesson, which I am yet to master.

    True friends aren’t always there for you, sometimes they’re there against you. http://bit.ly/CGApFrn

    Silence can be the most precious thing of all.

    There is meaning in loss, as there is in pain, yet we shouldn’t exploit either, not with intent of gain.

    If a writer’s goal is thwarting their readers, well I’ve got this stuff down pat! That.

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    All that man has “created” benefits only man, while what nature creates benefits the world.

    With trolls, silence might be the best defense. With ogres, otherwise.

    It’s amusing how many people think the best way to interact, is through attack.

    Art is often obnoxious. An opportunity for dialog on the nature of wrong, has been converted into an oppourtuity for censure.

    Political correctness kills creativity.

    Censorship is ultimately more evil any anything it might censure.

    Where a closed wound can fester, an open wound will not.

    Freedom of speech has two parts, the freedom to say what you will, and the freedom of others not to listen.

    If bigots never speak, ‘cept in company of friend, how do we know they’re bigots?

    If you will not state your thoughts, for fear they might offend, you’ve proven yourself a coward in the end.

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    Though we may gaze upon perfection, its image will never be of us.

    When we “take that extra step”, perhaps a question we should ask might be, “From whom have we taken it?”

    The most terrible thing about writing is that soon after we begin, we realize we will never finish.

    @UrsusAbstrusus Terminator. How can we be the father of the one who sends us back? Yet how can we hope to be anything else?

    I’ve gazed on unblemished beauty, truth, trust, and love many times, and always in the same place – the eyes of the newborn.

    Cultural differences are vast, yet humans are all the same, with liver and lung, and shuttered minds it’s up to us to break free.

    There is so little in nature that is not majestic, beautiful, or both.

    Majesty: from a blade, of grass to the eye of a fly.

    Without reason, what purpose is rhyme?

    Inspiration, everywhere, yet why do so few see?

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    Who knows the dreams of the unborn?

    Kind words can’t erase the acts of cruel gods.

    My daughter, glaring at me, “What is the sharpest thing in this house?” My son, “My wit.” {Beaten to the punch by a mouth full of tea.}

    Yet while you’re gone, a little bit of you remains – http://jacquelineczel.blogspot.com/2013/08/murphys-law-and-muses.html … @Jacqueline_Czel

    Though many things, we may do well, multitask… we don’t,

    Death is more than an absence of life, as darkness is more than an absence of light. Can’t define what we don’t understand.

    Do the thing you’re doing well, or grant partial attention to the many things you’re not.

    “there can be only one” – Highlander. A truth, that is untrue, each of us is the only one of we, yet we’re one of many, and also one of few.

    For a non-visual person, the avatars of my friends mean much more to me than perhaps they should.

    By what way do we measure our day, by dollars earned, by time spent, in play, by family, or friend, or by smiles we’ll never smile again?

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    Humility is not a garment its wearer can choose when to wear, for if ever they remove it, why… it was never really there.

    Although my continent has changed, I fear that if I have it has not been for the better.

    Your soul is from the stars, and there will return again. http://twitter.com/CGAyling/status/337019678171992064 …

    Words are themselves deeds, not merely the precursor thereof.

    Within words hide the greatest deeds of all, for words change the world more than any action ever can.

    What once was wrong, is right. #sixwords

    In some ways the world is a better place, but in so many, not. Our minds finally forge freedom, as our bodies re-enter slavery.

    Indentured servants. #weare

    Words, as balm or words as bane, how you frame them defines their refrain.

    You cannot have death if you have not had life. Perhaps death is no more than our reintegration into the cosmic dust we are.

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    A newborn’s mind is pure and clean, why would any choose to muddy that stream?

    Nonsense comes in many flavors, from benign to malign.

    With longing do I look back at my youth, things seemed so different then, ready answers to both why, and when, and no thoughts, of uncouth.

    By what measure, success? Money, and acclaim? You, should thing again.

    The strands of other peoples thoughts, entangled in my mind, these are my most precious things, my memories.

    When interest is dead, it’s time to move ahead… {later, all}

    Broken threads are everywhere, conversations in a mess, someone it seems, cares too much, or doesn’t care, at all.

    Words retracted are not words unsaid.

    Is egg on the face good for the complexion of the soul?

    If those without ethics have a smell, will the stinkers go to hell?