C.G.Ayling

Month: January 2012

  • Tweets for Posterity 268.

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    If you never begin, how can you hope to make an end? Once you make a start, try to hold closed the floodgates of your heart.

    In this world of plenty, none should ever spend a day, with bellies empty. #hunger

    My writing is less concerned with places and things, than with people, and the inner workings of their minds. http://bit.ly/CGAmb1s

    #Hunger is not a matter of control, unless you’ve given up your soul.

    Twitter Etiquette: If it adds to the conversation, reply, if it doesn’t, pass it by…

    Twitter Etiquette: What moves you, might move others, the things that please, are pleasing, so hit RT, and stop teasing!

    Twitter Etiquette: Those seeking gems often find them in the timelines of their friends.

    Oceans fading to horizons unseen, sights as these bring peace, and dreams.

    The ocean, a place of peace, its calm captured in a seashell, you can.

    Prayer: our most profound and intimate introspection.

  • Tweets for Posterity 267.

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    {JuliaGem} “Happiness is like when you pee your pants – everyone can tell, but only you feel the warmth.”

    Sweat the things you can change, wipe your brow of the things you can’t.

    Art isn’t defined by its medium, but by its creator.

    Morality and religion are neither inclusive, nor exclusive.

    In the most primitive, primal people, is something eloquent and true, and something cruel and frightening too.

    how wonderful it is, to have someone who understands.

    Revisiting the places where memories were made brings back the memories, again.

    The borders we obey, friends from us will stay.

    I cringe when people say, “Friends are always there for you.” Sometimes it should be, “Friends are there to stop you”.

    #FF you say? Well, for me that inspired a poem about friendship – read it here:- http://bit.ly/CGApFrn And never forget your friends.

  • Tweets for Posterity 266.

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    Though the internet knows no bounds, borders still remain. So sad for the many, who’ll only follow those who dwell in their domain.

    What business of anyone save friends, are any of these questions, Race, Religion, and Gender?

    My truths are in everything I say, even my most trivial wordplay.

    The boundary on the land as nothing, when compare to the boundaries about a closed heart.

    If the skin has never broken, what is there to mend.

    A heart that’s never shattered, can’t hope to truly feel.

    A soul that’s never sorrowed, is not a soul, at all.

    Though the riverbed remains, its waters do not, in all things, is change.

    Let me be the thousandth to tell you that working in 90+ 100% humidity weather is no fun at all…

    One of my Tweeters is completely different to all the rest, can you guess… yes, that unique who is you.

  • Tweets for Posterity 265.

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    Those we truly love dwell forever in our hearts, pristine in our memory. As long as we live, they will never die.

    Sometimes the biggest treasures, are in the smallest things. {Don’t know why, but I envision her as tiny.}

    through lands dream wrought we wander, together in a dream though apart we ever be.

    I’d rather reveal the thoughts that trouble me, with friends I’ll never see, than risk laying my soul bare, with a therapist, paid to care.

    {JuliaGem} “Your DNA might be part of me, but I’ll never be a part of you.” {Though our children are ours forever, let them be themselves.}

    So sad, to slay a tree long dead, that in its place, you might plant a sapling, instead.

    Though our genes they’ll carry, their character is their own. Yes, we can modify behavior, but we can’t change character.

    And why, oh why, would we ever want to try? Grant your children the freedom to be themselves, don’t force them into little molds, of you.

    My day? Two dead trees, to slay. A parasite took their life, now I must take their limbs. {Emerald Ash Borer}

    The nature of primitive man, is to take everything he can.

  • Tweets for Posterity 264.

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    Malmaxa, is my metaphor of a world where character counts. http://bit.ly/CGAbtSB

    To try, or be trying – this is my eternal quandary.

    Seek not to be saved, but to save.

    Originality and art, I for one, can’t tell them apart.

    The worst possible thing for any country might be a Government and Mass Media in cahoots.

    The one that love me more than any other, is my dog. Even more impressive, I am not her favorite…

    Guilt is a blade that cuts with both edges.

    The ebb and flow of the words we sow, the cutting edge of steel, buried deep within the words we wield.

    Friday is my favorite day. Anticipation, of rest to come, precious thoughts, of moments of fun, and words from friends, without end. #FF

    Our dreams are where our philosophies form, be sure to listen, and let them take root.

  • Tweets for Posterity 263.

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    Choices. Close your eyes, and laugh or open them and cry. Lay low, and let the bullies pass you by, or arise, and risk a cudgel in the eye.

    One of the most precious thing in my life, is the laughter of my family. I don’t think I could go on without it.

    For a moment, forget yourself, your busy day, that you must be… away. Forget, and in that moment stand for the dignity, of man.

    From blackest rage, to silly grin. Emotions brought forth, from memories within, Your name, the prompt to memory. Thank you.

    I love the truth, it is so simple it makes me wonder why we ever need to lie.

    Truth only trips you when you set your feet on the path of wrong.

    Beginnings, so much better than endings.

    Why, oh why, do grown women make grown men cry? Thank you for your kindness, most appreciated. @TempestmissEmma http://bit.ly/CGAsACT

    Societal norms: another way for those in power to define more rules, for the rest of us.

    One life offered, one life, taken. One heart, stirred one soul, shaken. Our death to us does call, and into its embrace, we fall.

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    Feigned logic, the greatest way to express lies.

    Thus at odds, we aren’t, though each of us, is odd. #thought

    We’re not so different, though strange to the other each of us may seem.

    When will war finally end – when humanity holds life in greater esteem than property.

    A nurturing caress, or a painful blow, think of this, with the words you sow.

    What does gender do but give to you a label to apply, a reason, to deny.

    Think not of them as she and he but as entities unique, each of whom themselves are forever free to be.

    Better to be hit with a stick, and allowed to think, than to be hit with a stick, when you do.

    “Silence is consent” think of this the next time you remain silent in the face of injustice. Bravo brave women.

    Women: willing to lie down for love, but never for injustice.

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    Give me truths, full of wisdom to keep or give me lies, to casually cast aside.

    Good, it starts… with you, or it doesn’t start, at all. #thought

    Strange, how it’s easier to help another, than to help ourselves. #thought

    The words we hold, and those we share, the words we choose, to show we care. {silly rhymes, hide serious truths}

    Memories, of those loved and lost. Dreams of happier times, to come. Friends, over all things, friends. As to why, need you ask?

    Governments incapable of providing essential services are incompetent to govern.

    We have “Freedom of Speech”, but no one dares speak freely when they know a malevolent big brother watches. http://bit.ly/CGApHES

    Although I’m not afraid of bully brother either, I take special care with what I say about government – that is not “freedom”.

    Never stay silent when injustice tries to stare you down. #thought

    Let love never end. #thought

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    Choose nice things, or thoughts. Thoughts, you’re willing to share, while things you’ve bought hold you, in their snare. #thought

    How sad is it that our material wealth possesses us, more than we possess it. We don’t own property, we are property.

    It is not our memories that harm us, but our responses toward them. #thought

    Born ten-thousand years too late. #Iam

    Casting syllables as spears toward the heart, this, is the word assassin’s art.

    This, I can promise you… you will regret your mistakes less than the opportunities you missed. #thought

    who dares… will have better memories.

    Though justice should be blind, in America it sees in black, white and shades of gray.

    to friends we might never see, yet with every word they share, their tender touch we feel.

    Words, the salve, within my heart do delve, their flow, a soothing balm, brings troubled heart to calm.

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    Over oceans deep, unseen friends arise, as we set to sleep, over them I wish for sunny skies… let tears not mist your awakening eyes.

    The soul I’ve glimpsed shines so bright it gleams, perhaps it’s for the good, those windows aren’t clean.

    Why are we who we are, and where, could be it’s because others led us there. #thought #Iam

    Though your babies might grow big, they’ll never stop being your babies.

    Always has already happened, now we get to pick our path for the next lap. #thought

    If you never let them forget one single thing, let that thing be, that you love them.

    Words, the anvil upon which friendship is formed, or destroyed.

    Everything I write, is written for a reason, everything I choose for its season, so seldom is it chosen, to be pleasing. #thought

    I fear that having gazed too long on anguish has rendered me suspicious of happiness. #thought #iam

    When you’re juggling fireballs paying adequate attention to the little sparks is difficult.