C.G.Ayling

Month: January 2012

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    Disagreement isn’t to be avoided, but embraced for the chance of change it brings.

    Our nights are filled with dreams, and fly by too fast.

    Trolls don’t deserve your attention, your friends do. @bitgit Block them and move on, or ignore them. @lbc973

    Character dwells within the heart, not within the garb.

    Simple joys- Children, anyone’s. Laughter, and harmless fun. Truth, that doesn’t bite. A family meal, every night.

    The power of a child lies within their eyes, which don’t yet know the nature of a lie.

    If a war of words you cannot win, perhaps the wisest thing might be, to never begin.

    American political debate isn’t about what “we” can do for you, it’s about what “they” cannot.

    The best people strive to think of better ways, and not only with words.

    “I’ve known you were gay since you were six I’ve loved you since you were born” – a father, to his son.

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    Sadly, in today’s world our wants and our needs are often at odds.

    If each of us took only what we need, what a world of plenty would this be.

    Within your memory they will dwell, pristine for eternity.

    Independence is a state of mind, more than a place in which we dwell… that, might be better termed solitude.

    “Morals and Mischief, Motives and Mayhem.” ~ a possible title for a book on philosophy, by me. {anyone interested?}

    Tricky bits of treachery are the morals, that should not be.

    I am the worst sort of fool, the variety who speak when they should be silent, who share, when they should take a care.

    Not so much for myself as for my children and children everywhere, who face a future rendered bleak by greed.

    I’m in agreement, in principle. But morals are tiny little things that require virtually no definition.

    Morals: itty-bitty things you embrace, or avoid.

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    Once you’ve seen the light, darkness won’t do. {No, this has nothing to do with religion.}

    Monsanto.. the same company that makes genetically modified organisms – guess they’re not satisfied with only killing 500k. 🙁

    You are you, and I am me, and each of us is precisely who we should be.

    http://twitter.com/CGAyling/status/360846215929266176

    The best person you can be, is you so to yourself stay true.

    Freedom is fragile and never free, take it for granted, and watch your government make it flee.

    You stay you, and I’ll stay me, and neither of us, false friends to the other will be.

    nature, both gentle, and ferocious can be.

    A country that treats its allies as enemies is doomed to stand alone, as all pariahs should.

    My gramma made errors all the time, but I never complained cause she made cookies too.

    The power of the littlest ones is to entrance, few can withstand their powerful appeal, and for those who can I bear pity.

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    Don’t be afraid of the past, for it is done, be afraid of the future, yet to come.

    What is excitement, but an amalgam of anticipation and fear?

    Our differences are far less than our similarities, we have only to see beneath the flesh to behold the character within.

    The authors we most admire, write the writings to which we aspire. #Tolkien #Seuss #OmarKhayyám For me, there can be only three…

    Every one of us is both a fool, and a savant, sadly we don’t choose the side we reveal to the world.

    Words, the clue to we.

    Simply because people are in the public eye, does not grant the public sway. An insightful article. http://www.salon.com/2013/07/25/stop_asking_huma_abedin_why_she_wont_leave_anthony_weiner_partner/ … via @Salon

    A curved line… the silhouette of a woman’s form, from front, side, or rear, true beauty is always there.

    Character: the more you give, the more it grows.

    The problem with thought is that once you start, it’s pretty much impossible to stop.

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    So often the sounds of things aren’t the same, when we translate them to paper, from our brain.

    How good we are doesn’t matter if no one cares.

    Love the work you do, or be a slave to the work you hate.

    Is it a good thing, to close your eyes and experience death?

    We fool ourselves that we do well, when we choose, our time to sell.

    Does acceptance of our mortality make us better mortals? I think… yes.

    Who has washed our world of joy? A question close to what this poem is about. http://bit.ly/CGApTgp

    How did the world slump into such straits? This is not the way things must be. People are not pawns to be discarded.

    Wife, “I’d like to see you try…” Me… smile, chuckle. Wife, “That wasn’t a promise, that was a threat.”

    Since I seem to have nothing positive to say today, I’ll just go away. For my unknown friends ~ http://bit.ly/CGApFrn

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    A poem, {not about religion at all}. http://bit.ly/CGApTgp Please RT if it moves you.

    “a captivating story that will leave you breathless until the end” – Portland Book Review. http://bit.ly/CGAxPr1 #ASMSG pls RT

    The Africa the tourists see, is not the Africa for me. A hard land, filled with gentle, generous people.

    Corruption is a sliding scale.

    Trust’s twin bears the name Betrayal.

    It’s OK not to know the reason why, that only in our dreams we fly.

    The future is not then, it starts now, growing from the seeds we sow.

    “Ayling’s writing is strong and charismatic, almost Biblical, as though it carries the weight of both mythology…” http://bit.ly/CGAxAM

    Long days, for short dollars.

    “I love you” so simple to say, so hard, to never hear…

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    Your tears, reflected within theirs will be, such sweet sorrow, neither wants to see.

    Sharing, it’s what friends do – thank each of you for sharing with me. #FF My poem, on Friendship http://bit.ly/CGApFrn

    The weekend is upon me… So good to be out from under the week. Enjoy the rest, wherever and whenever you are.

    Every pet we’ve ever owned, has been disowned, every pet we’ve ever loved has loved us – far more.

    The ancient are the most honorable among us, their wisdom is boundless, free, and most importantly without bias.

    Love, a contract you can neither read, nor see yet from which your heart won’t let you flee.

    Laughter: a better drug than any made, the one we choose, yet can’t abuse.

    Silence, another edge to the blade words can so easily be.

    Words, sharper than any blade can be, or softer than a sigh.

    Children, seers of magic all about, till parents blind them with their doubt.

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    While memories offer comfort, they don’t offer companionship.

    Our vision of the world is ours, alone.

    Within each picture are a thousand thoughts, within each thought, are a thousand more.

    To rebuild a bridge you’ve burnt, requires the aid of those you set aflame.

    To have so many touch me with their words, leaves my spirit tender, not bruised.

    At work I’m forced to lie, if not with words, then with a feigned smile of content.

    The only worthy way to judge another, is well.

    Ever noticed how when someone says, “Trust me”, you don’t?

    Love, the light binding two souls, in flight.

    When you bid the ones you love goodbye, strive to hide your teary eye.

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    “A world where character counts for more than dogma, material wealth, or inherited acclaim.” Malmaxa, my world. http://bit.ly/CGAmb1s

    Coincidence: when universal flows combine mid-steam.

    My review of "The Sowing" by @akmakansi Get it while it's hot! https://cgayling.com/malmaxa/2013/07/the-sowing-a-review/ …

    If I could choose a mother, I would choose mine – I hope every one of you would do the same.

    …just a day, but just a day is still away…

    perception modifies truth, are reality and truth one and the same,… good question.

    The only bridges we can never cross, are the bridges we have burnt.

    Gone all day again, today… just a day, is now two.

    Our vision of the world is ours, alone.

    The thing we need the least, is the judgement of our peers.

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    Bow your head or hold it high, Shut tight your eye, or open wide, but listen close, to hear your heart’s reply.

    Modesty is only modest, if it is not false.

    oceans deep and oceans dark, but not near so, as the desires of a hungry heart.

    The one thing you should never apologize for, is being the true you.

    When we start to censor ourselves, we have lost, and “they” have won.

    Twitter overload imminent, intuitive capacity exceeded, system shutdown in 5…4… {now}

    Self-doubt, such a confusing thing. I think I’ve improved http://bit.ly/CGApFrn but I also think I’ve hurt it.

    To be, or to be undone, that isn’t a question.

    songs unsung, pens, un-inked, dreams undreamt, life, sorely spent.

    Simply because authority demands does not mean you should give.