C.G.Ayling

Month: January 2012

  • Tweets for Posterity 29.

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    My son, “acquittal, is a fork with a knife for a handle…” Yes, he was joking. No his English teacher didn’t think it was funny.

    Can you show courage, if you have never experienced fear?

    My apologies for that “spam”, but, in this case, it is well worth consuming. None of those named will give you indigestion, of the mind…

    falls, into silence… the act of work is upon me, coin to gather, for bread’s purchase, this… does not satisfy my soul.

    Without women, are men undone.

    As you trail behind, so too do you precede me – my goad, my goal… women, divine.

    Special, is every one, the named, the nameless, and you.

    whether with abandon, or care, once spent, youth is past, leaving ripples of memory as its wake.

    How can we hope to learn, if we close our ears to all whose views run contrary to our own?

    Have no time for fools, indeed – but till they prove themselves as such, grant them access to your ear.

  • Tweets for Posterity 28.

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    A kind word can crush an angry man, revealing their tormented soul, and opening opportunity to meet.

    Positive {reality} Negative. Without one, the other cannot be.

    As love does not submit before rejection, it does not rise for compulsion.

    {JuliaGem} Julia “Dad’s been using the random word generator again. Do we need… to take away the Internet?”

    The moment we draw our first breath, we’re one closer to our last.

    The music of our lives… the beat we feel within.

    Distrust those who cast compliments in hope of catching kind words.

    A shaded eye, a murmured lie doth hide.

    Let that be a lesson to me all, when someone is kind enough to say “Hi”, be it virtual or real, reply!

    Though the lips may curl, if the eyes don’t crinkle… trust your heart and deny that smile – it’s a lie.

  • Tweets for Posterity 27.

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    What is Immortality, a transient place in our hearts where those we loved, live on?

    True love – offering consolation to the inconsolable, knowing you’ll reap angry rebuttal in return.

    Man {misunderstanding} Woman. Woman {misunderstanding} Man. That we can communicate at all, is a true miracle.

    To bed, to bed, my burning head, there to toss and turn, the end is nigh the rich man cried, will this election… never die?

    To all, good night, or mourning, as it may be.

    Republican co-worker “I used my absentee ballot, but that doesn’t stop Obama people voting twice.” {only Democrats cheat??} Me “Bullshit.”

    That my children so desire to please me, delights and perplexes me. #thought

    Information, is neutral. Censorship, is not.

    What twisted mind censors access to information at schools? {information, is not pornographic}

    Well, this is bizarre, twitter is asking me if I want to unfollow four of my favorite people. {hands off the keyboard}

  • Tweets for Posterity 26.

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    Apathy: something to be overcome by its antithesis.

    My weekend’s “work” was naught, save sop to feeble conscience.

    Love, is a migratory beast, at best.

    @SSparklesDaily #untruth ““Though I am old, I have learnt little of women. But, I do know the depth of their deceit.” #malmaxa #truth 🙂

    Maturity give us the capacity to care, or not, and the wisdom to know which to use, when.

    I thought I had a thick skin, I don’t ~ If you think the same, you, are as me.

    I generally enjoy opposing beliefs. But when someone proves they’re stupid more than three times in a row – they have to go.

    Does love lead to happiness, or happiness, to love? #thought

  • Tweets for Posterity 25.

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    Searching for writing deeper than the ankle, where nothing is as it first seems, yet all is truth? Perhaps you seek #malmaxa

    {JuliaGem} Julia, “I’m writing a story, its main character is Lady Mystique – that’s me.” Me, “Her first name should be Modesty.”

    On relating Julia’s tale of Lady Mystique, me son responded “I think she meant Lady Mistake.”

    Me “I discovered one of the people I follow is a publisher, I think she likes what I’m saying.” My son “Some people are easily impressed…”

    Sorry for the preaching, my friends, and my foes. Your vote is your own, please use it as you see fit, I’m done trying to influence anyone.

    Now, where is that happy place Twitter brings, perhaps it’ll wipe away this frown, replacing it with a smile…

    {JuliaGem} Julia, “Some people talk with their mouths, some with their money. I talk with my soul”. She does, my pride shames and humbles me

    The flows of inspiration within Twitter’s streams, threaten me awake, and in my dreams…

    African hunting dogs are wonderful social animals – unique, and deadly. Killing them, for obeying their nature – they deserve better. #mourn

    Tomorrow, the American people lose, whoever wins- the media has taught the candidates the “right”, of their wrong ways {a sad day for all}.

  • Tweets for Posterity 24.

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    No one has the right to compel others to their view, neither atheists, nor believers, true.

    The flood of inspiration Twitterverse brings, overwhelms ~ I must stop, and breathe.

    Before casting shame on another’s shoulders, gaze at your feet – behold, the true bearers of your guilt.

    What need has the soul of material wealth?

    Plant your soul in hardship, and it thrives. Plant it in affluence, your blinded inner eye, will fail to see it die.

    No amount of wealth, can purchase dignity.

    Perhaps I misspoke, if a soul can bleed, it is not blood, but passion.

    Seekers of wealth often find it, yet what do they lose in their quest?

    Truth comes in two favored flavors:- Simple, and elegant. Complex, and devious.

    Humanity deserves derision – individuals, praise.

  • Tweets for Posterity 23.

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    should you fall, we’ll be sure to catch you, and thus your trust will build, trust us not, for we are men, you heart our aim, to win.

    Organized religion proved its worthlessness to me, when a preacher proclaimed, “Animals, have no soul”. Animals we are, and will always be.

    Often, the lie within my words is easier to grasp, than the truth I so carefully cover.

    If Heaven is a place devoid of creatures, it’s a place I have no desire to be.

    Why do people favorite, yet not share with a retweet? Is not joy shared, multiplied? Still, my thanks to those who do, and those who don’t.

    Spend time in thoughtful consideration, then do the task well.

    The flip side of considerations coin – “When you’re up to your ass in alligators…” it’s difficult to find time for calm reason.

    He lives within my heart, yet within my head – he’s dead.

    With passion do they rant and rail, volume grants truth, when insanity prevails. #malmaxa

    Draw your rabid tongue into your head, there is no need, for what you said. @ToddAkin #election2012

    Bodiless and fleet, thoughts escape eternity’s mesh ~ capture them in words, and grant them flesh.

  • Tweets for Posterity 22.

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    held, in a word’s caress ~ danced, inside a dream ~ tenderly kissed, while swimming twitter’s stream.

    Join me in solitude’s domain, bend our backs beneath shared burdens – the other’s pain.

    @Jacqueline_Czel Swimming against this flow, is futility indeed, relax, reach forth the tendrils of your thoughts, a fleeting touch, a glow

    @Jacqueline_Czel a fellow spirit soul you’ve found, virtual fingers do we stroke, briefly, before we part, sundered by the stream.

    @Jacqueline_Czel As do we all adhere, to ancient wisdoms held dear, to my children I don’t say “do as I say, and not as I do”.

    free form verse, follow us not, if you’re averse.

    Our silly seeming rhymes, do truthful truths obscure.

    Why is it that those with nothing to say, say it so often?

    Wide set eyes of placid pool, bitten lips do swell, that pert nose we know so well.

    that slender neck, to kiss, and tell.

  • Tweets for Posterity 21.

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    @killerdollrik My wife came by, read over my shoulder, slapped me, said “You’re on a nasty site.” Then walked away, chuckling.

    Regrets, the sharp edged building blocks of our future. #malmaxa

    Fate, intangible threads in eternity’s breeze, when they merge, it sets.

    Do I lack, or ride, a political “high horse”? No, I share the simple truth, as I see it. http://bit.ly/CGe2012 #election2012 Please share, rt

    I comfort myself, “bleeding contrary followers, is good” – it isn’t. Little is learnt from exposure to the like-minded.

    twitter.com/cgayling/status/264513218444136448 … yet, until then, Fate is in Flux.

    @middengem Yes, I am allowed to have a favorite – firstborn, middle daughter, son, and youngest child. I’m biased, I admit this freely 🙂

    @middengem thank you for distracting me from my distress. This election is building stress, while devouring delight. #election2012

    @middengem re the cover, I’m biased. The newer hints at Malmaxa’s content, lineage etched in soul. The former, reveals my child. #malmaxa

    Hearts, are sort of like souls – those who have them cannot do without, those that don’t, have no need of them

  • Tweets for Posterity 20.

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    Reply with a number from 1 to 372, I’ll reply with a line from that page in #malmaxa

    Might the future past be the place we know we know, yet are yet to go?

    Ignoble am I, clad in loose bound words deformed, they obscure my frightful visage.

    Farewell to friends unknown, the night sings its mournful song, the lyrics are my names.

    Ancient, essential truths retain power always.

    Unkind words serve, they do, yet spare their use, lest their echo strikes you.

    Grant the elderly dignity, they are deserving of that, if not honor. #malmaxa

    @ErroneousJuan mmm. “Only the unbound shall serve the Seizen.” #malmaxa

    Thought, is always free – it is its utterance that bears a cost.

    @poetessa_amore soul’s blood is their desire, quench their cries with your heart’s fire.