C.G.Ayling

Month: January 2012

  • Tweets for Posterity 39.

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    Troubled, by omens within her dreams – twice troubled that disclosing them brought distress. #thought #malmaxa

    Treasure the moments in your life, where joy lets you grow, but treasure too the catalysts of pain. #thought

    Is life divinity’s reward, death’s precursor, or nothing more than an end unto itself?

    While belief delivers faith, it doesn’t grant truth. #faith #thought

    “It is Kadae. Kadae! Not ‘he’, not ‘that’, not ‘him’. It… is… Kadae… Do not forget it again!” #malmaxa

    Oftentimes, imagination exceeds reality – be content with dreams, while knowing them for such. #thought

    The future is not yours to give, nor mine, to take away. #thought

    In many African tribes, the respectful way to address a mother, is by her child, you might be “Mother of Thirdy” @thirdysmom

    As happiness often brings a smile, sadness sometimes heralds inspiration. #thought @rumor_imbris

    In the darkest times, does inspiration shine brightest. #thought

  • Tweets for Posterity 38.

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    So many voices worth an attentive ear, sometimes Twitterverse is worse, than my dreams. #thought

    Fate, mute watcher of errant humankind, knows well our self-inflicted destiny, demise. #thought #malmaxa

    Cute sound-bites, promising material rewards ~ delivering naught, save recriminations of self ~ for daring foolish hope. #thought

    Change, for its own sake serves no-one well. #thought

    Away with words, they serve for naught, when they fail to follow thought. #thought

    Is our world the physical manifestation of a divine dream, or is divinity humanity’s ethereal illusion? #thought

    A caring word is not easily uttered, for a hard man. #thought

    Where the intelligent imitate ignorance, easily – the ignorant fail at feigning knowledge. #thought

    Take a bowl of pain, sprinkle it with anguish, mix in loss, top with difficulty – the growing bloom is your soul’s blossom, revealed.

    For hard men, a tender word is like a lash. #thought

  • Tweets for Posterity 37.

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    Marcus Aurelius, a man after mine own heart, and far before my time. Are we each a recycled soul, cast within a body new?

    In your memories, is it the travels you treasure, or the destinations you desire? #SoulWhispers #malmaxa

    For me, special is to be near the ones I love, yet in unpressured solitude. #thought

    Fridays rations arrive forthwith, consume these for contentment, all are worthier, than most, and I. #ff

    Since, to me at least, is last the most, the best have I saved, for this dubious honor… #ff

    And now, does guilt’s cruel blade strike- have I wronged those unnamed, or named first, or last? My honor, to them all, and equally so. #ff

    Dare I set the demons free, for if I do, surely consumed will I be. #thought

    The heart, is boundless ~ fill this limitless vessel, with love, or baser emotion as you will ~ for fill it, you cannot.

    Trapped: a rock, a hard place, and the silent void.

    “Were those denied justice ever satisfied with their lot?” #thought #malmaxa

  • Tweets for Posterity 36.

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    We are all primitive beings, drawn more to carnage than calm. #thought

    Man’s degree of civilization, is directly proportional to his ability to quell his most primitive desires.

    I think those were words my Godfather used, if not captured true, the thought I grasped.

    Another knight, brought to his knees, by grout. {Yep, I just finished laying the tile in our bathroom.}

    I am, {OftenWrong}. #iam

    It seems there is little room for Logic and Sanity, in an insane world. #thought

    Hardship, the chisel that chips away desire, eventually exposing the underlying need, of all. #thought

    Superstar Irish Award! “Julia is an outstanding social studies student. She questions assumptions and can critically evaluate information.”

    That, is my favorite youngest daughter, Julia. Acclaimed by her school, but not as much as by her parents.

    My favorite, only son, lecturing me “There is no right and wrong, dad. There is only Opinion A, and Opinion 1.”

  • Tweets for Posterity 35.

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    The eyes always give the lie, to truthless words. #thought

    Inspiration, by any other name, would be as divine. #thought

    I’m flattered that one with a ratio such as @JBMiller2 might follow one such as me. I hope I don’t disappoint.

    I tweeted the following Tweet earlier today, as https://twitter.com/cgayling/status/268730007898173440 … but I’m a nitpicker, if nothing else.

    Better a shallow appearing simple truth, than delusional depth in which deception dwells. #thought

    Seldom satisfied, with me ~ ready to rebuke, myself ~ a nitpicker, of my own words #iam

    a shade, set to horror’s task – seeking the souls of fallen heroes to harness. #iam

    @rumor_imbris {explodes into a brilliant ball of plasma} let me be your sun, demised.

    oh wicked are the lily lies you lay before upon our path, and with our feet we tread.

    I am merely the mirror, reflecting you in words, not light @rumor_imbris

  • Tweets for Posterity 34.

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    Though I really follow, I rarely care, or don’t. #thought

    I seek no more than any mortal man– food, to ease my hunger– a place, to rest my weary head– an ear, in which to whisper– eternity, to grow.

    Tweet me a number, I’ll tweet you a line ~ tweet me your thought, and I’ll tweet you mine. #malmaxa

    touchy feely, renders my uncomfortable, while wonderful words make me glow.

    Love is a two way street to joy, or a one way road to hell. #thought

    Many a fair maiden was won with a whispered word. #thought

    The day suddenly seems better, thanks to you @rumor_imbris … or could it be, that work finally draws to a close?

    Whether the whisper is from the man, or the maiden, without it will the other not be won.

    Your child’s hug, a cure for any ailment. #thought

    Better a shallow appearing simple truth, than delusional depth in which falsity dwells. #thought

  • Tweets for Posterity 33.

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    A clove a day, keeps the vampires at bay.

    I am, not a social being. #iam

    The only thing exceeding my endurance, is my inability to complete a task.

    That which we won’t tolerate in others, we readily excuse in ourselves. #thought

    Wealth surrounds you with pretties for others to envy, while within your heart… is beauty only those who matter behold.

    Grant the aged the dignity that is their due. #malmaxa

    Don’t except to like all I say, expect to question, and to think. #thought http://bit.ly/CGtweets

    True wisdom within Twitterverse flows, intersected by irrelevant flows, from fakers. #thought

    Sprinkle words in patterns of seeming wisdom ~ logic is the crucible in which they are crushed, or proven. #thought

    Spreading contagion, one inflection at a time.

  • Tweets for Posterity 32.

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    to all those who RT’d and favorited, my thanks – though I see you and appreciate it, I fear spamming… and blowing my own trumpet.

    To each of you ~ I would show you honor ~ it is, your due.

    Every time I tell my wife I enjoy spam, she looks at me in disbelief before exclaiming “It’s disgusting!” No spam, dare I consume, or share.

    Age’s reward is the memories it grants, its cost… regrets, for opportunities lost.

    long, hard weekend, but our bathroom renovations are finally nearing an end. Who knows, I might still have functioning knees when I’m done.

    I know the most intelligent, compassionate, understanding and beautiful person in my world. My children, numbered four, are these, and more.

    Words do bridge the gap between my muse and me – though long since lost, he is forever vibrant in my heart, his words ring clear, and true.

    The strangest thing happened tonight, my wife presented me with a gift… a can of spam. Weird indeed, since she hasn’t been online.

    Were wisdom no more than aged quotes rehashed, books would be our wisest elders.

    The most terrible thing about true injustice, is silence.

  • Tweets for Posterity 31.

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    Though we pretend perpetual happiness, the one we deceive, is ourself – balance.

    In argument is opportunity for all to learn, in negotiation, opportunity for all to lose.

    On the hunt am I, for words dark edged, sharp or blunt, tonight no desire is there, for a lullaby…

    Maturity, is a strange thing. Youth seek it avidly, yet once acquired, it seems more burdensome than glorious. Oh, for lost youth.

    Though we hold love eternal, eternity ends, new loves begin, and die, all while alongside us we hold our mirrored heart, content.

    What do I want from Twitter? An oddience of hecklers, each of whom occupies their own stage.

    Is truth adequate justification for callousness?

    Though I hold truth in highest esteem, the injury it brings can exceed its cost. #thought

    Words cut, upon my hands… the proving blood of innocence.

    Speak with care, for people remember a kind word for but a day, a cruel one forever.

  • Tweets for Posterity 30.

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    There are few men I’ll give the time of day to, and many women who I’d give the time of night.

    That last tweet is going to cost me… it was completely worth it!

    Ashamed, am I, of many things I’ve done… but not, of who I have become.

    https://twitter.com/cgayling/status/267051594833596417

    “Ain’t no sunshine when shes gone. Its not warm when shes away.” Bill Withers, if you haven’t listened, do. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-xzDhLvhgQw …

    Thank you all for the favorites, you’re a lot smarter than I in not re-tweeting – I wouldn’t be caught dead saying the things I do.

    my thoughts, revealed, for those who gaze deeper than words strewn haphazard on a page. #malmaxa http://bit.ly/CGbMal1

    suddenly sombre, I must call this evening done, pay penance for my wicked words, and soothe my beloved, tender wife.

    A tear, shed ~ a glance, misread ~ a moment, of pain ~ till we hug, again.

    “For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them.” cannot be… no church, no tithe, no heaven.

    Were we judged for our every thought… think on this, then judge yourself.