C.G.Ayling

Month: January 2012

  • Tweets for Posterity 228.

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    Guilt: the sweat of a soul in distress.

    When the rules make grammar-abiding twitizens, into… well, twits – that.

    Fictional characters: Give them flaws, then give them hell, that way your readers will believe, and tell. {well, we can hope :)}

    “That is your lineage, Manish. Not arcane symbols, etched within the flesh of the unborn.” – The Pilgrimage. http://www.amazon.com/dp/B008AK8VX0

    The words of the ones who matter most, are as dewdrops in an arid waste. #thought

    Anticipation, is its own reward. #thought

    Forgiveness: perhaps the most difficult thing of all, to truly do. #thought

    If you cannot forget, then how can you forgive? #thought

    Though I try to forget the terrible things I did, I fail, my conscience will never myself forgive.

    It is not to us, to forgive, or forget, that is the realm of beings greater than we. #thought

  • Tweets for Posterity 227.

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    Can’t afford to live, till you find you can’t afford to die either. #thought

    Hiding the homeless, is no cure. #thought

    The best thing about freeloaders, is how little guilt you feel in unloading them. #thought

    History offers us so much, yet from it we learn so little.

    does the half-moon bear half the guilt? if so, does the full moon bear it all?

    Without limits, expect excess. #thought

    Bond with a device, it doesn’t think of you once, let alone twice. Bond with your friends, they think of you, without end.

    The older we get, the deeper our debt.

    @jasbrai without excess, there is no need for limits. #thought

    The realist feels the rose’s beauty, and the sting its thorns can bring.

  • Tweets for Posterity 226.

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    Give me thought, or give me naught. #thought

    Are those averse to vice, vice versa?

    @maggietranquila @vBelz Nature at her best, in glorious, uncontrolled excess. Put the pesticides away, and let the little bugs play.

    @ShiCooks Equal access, to education.

    Let ivy overtake those exclusive leagues. #thought

    Indifference: every authors most fearsome foe. http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0054RFWU2

    Make a positive difference in a single life, and you realize something quite profound. Once, is never enough. #thought

    The perfect woman: an unblemished angel to your friends, a horny demon to you, alone.

    Writers: we our own worst critic, and our most devoted fan.

    My weekend, in a nutshell. Saturday, laid laminate, till ready to drop. Sunday, dug a 15foot flowerbed, planted two apple trees. Now, I drop

  • Tweets for Posterity 225.

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    Venting, grants value if controlled.

    Hardship: the crucible in which character forms, or is crushed. #thought

    United we stand, divided… well, we’re torn apart. #thought

    I deem myself contrary, for that is how I so often feel, yet my true desire is to always see both sides of every conflict. #iam

    Poems are more than words that rhyme their words must clench before they crush squeeze out the breath engage the mind last longer, than time

    Those who blindly follow their heart, might be doomed, to stray deep, into the dark. {https://twitter.com/akmakansi/status/338114040591163393 …}

    Time: the ultimate end, of intentions, both good, and ill.

    Don’t brag of your money, so hard won, Tell us of the good you’ve done. #thought

    Why strive to split the heart of you, into two.

    Luck: just found a Samsung Galaxy S3 phone lying on the sidewalk. Got home, plugged it in, and called its “Mom”. Yes, her daughter is lucky.

  • Tweets for Posterity 224.

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    Little lies, never bring you pain.

    Turn you ear to the wind

    And I’ll whisper to it, again.

    Little white lies. Did you know that in Africa, place of my birth, home of my heart, source of my soul. Evil spirits, are white. #thought

    Of Africa’s definition, I am exempt, for my complexion is deemed “Peach”… 🙂 Why does color, even count?

    Beware of the friends, who aren’t even there. In Twitterverse, they are the bots, regurgitating prefabricated mush, in clock-step.

    People are like mixed herbs, you never get quite the same flavor, twice.

    Exhaustion just struck me a foul blow. Farewell my friends, and my enemies – you get to stand guard, over there…

    If only we could wash our souls, as we wash our skin. #thought

    The reaper rises, as we fall.

  • Tweets for Posterity 223.

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    Perhaps the thing I most like to write, is a line in the sand.

    let not language be a barrier. #thought

    I’d never work for somone who whouln’t hire me. #thought 🙂

    None of us need false friends, here, or anywhere. #thought

    So, if I vanish off Twitter tomorrow, it’ll likely be for giving paltry thanks to those, who interact. #FF

    Achievement: another eight lines, of laminate, laid.

    Little lies, whispered to the wind, #sixwords

    Little lies, that blow around, again. #thought

    Little lies, intended for your pleasure.

    Little lies, seldom cast in vain.

  • Tweets for Posterity 222.

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    So, my website is back online. In celebration, a poem from my Julia, a gem. https://cgayling.com/malmaxa/2013/05/mothers-day-is-every-day/ …

    and from the sad, seeps silence. #thought #sixwords

    silence… might be sign of sad, or sign, of sorrow, or for me, simply solitude. #thought

    Sighs, sounds of content, for some. #thought #sixwords

    in sixwords can great power be. #sixwords {but why, limit it to six?} #another six

    My investment, is my son. The interest earned, my daughters. The banker holding them, my wife. #thought

    What is perfection, ‘cept counted in another’s eyes. #thought

    Goodnight, or morning, or even, evening. Whatever time it is for you, I hope it bears the promise of joy.

    My #FF list must be delayed, today. Miles to go, and databases to keep, before I tweet. #tilllater

    Forget the groin, when medication targets the brain we should be smart enough, to say no! #thought

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    Few things offend me as much as being assumed “wealthy”. Material wealth does no-one any good, yet it is an almost universal aspiration.

    Think about it, before you blurt about it. #thought

    Will be away all day, sadly it'll be for work, not play. You might pass the time today, by visiting https://cgayling.com/malmaxa/t/

    Taking down my website, in order to switch it to a new host. Hopefully without breaking all the links. #risk #later

    Let us hope for better tomorrows, for all, not a miniscule minority. #thought

    Before action, thought. Before thought, desire. Before desire, displeasure. Before displeasure, distress. Before distress, discomfort.

    Discomfort is the harbinger of change, for the comfortable seek only to retain their comfort. #thought

    The whispered words, of lackeys, to their lords. Time, methinks, for those who set themselves above, to fall. #thought

    {waxing the revolutionary, tonight} #iam

    When the only response received is our own voice echoing, perhaps we should stop speaking, and listen. #thought

  • Tweets for Posterity 220.

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    Humor bridges many gaps, anger bridges none. #thought

    The passage of the ones we love, splashes us with guilt. #thought

    Our only chance at eternity, is in the hearts of the ones we love, and who love us in return. #thought

    How many loves, can one heart hold. Infinity, plus you. {little truths, in smaller rhymes}

    Like a tango, it takes two to talk, both parties must listen as well as talk.

    The past, is where our dreams are born. The present, where they grow, The future, where the fruits will form. Of the three None stands Alone

    Action without thought, is thoughtless. #thought

    Music makes the heart speed up, and our passions cool. Music is the beat of life, without it, we’re untrue.

    At time some arguments are best left undressed. #thought

    Music, I’ll take it any way it comes a voice so fair, a finger, on a string, or key Failing these, a heartbeat might be beat enough, for me

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    Goodnight everyone, if my departure leaves you yearning {and how could it not…:)} you may read more, of the real me https://cgayling.com/malmaxa/samples/malmaxa/beltamars-war/ …

    Pet-Peeve: people stating their theories, as though they are facts.

    Opinions are free, and so are you, to disagree. #thought

    We need no wings to fly, simply close our eyes, a leap, and we’re in the sky. http://bit.ly/CGAsACT

    Little children everywhere, with any game to play, and when no game is given them, their own they’ll form… if only for that day. #kids

    I looked into my brother’s eyes, and saw them flicker, as he died. A memory that haunts me still, and likely, always will. #iam

    Music calms an aching heart, and soothes the troubled soul. #thought

    Memories of twisted time, so strange, a brothers passing recalled, not for death’s cruel whim, but for my daughter, named for him. #iam

    The good, the bad, and the downright sad.

    Do none desire a world based on character, not accidents of birth, or outrageous privilege? Malmaxa, is that world http://bit.ly/CGAmb1s