C.G.Ayling

Month: December 2012

  • A child’s poem, to her mother.

    Following, is a true treat for any parent.

    My favorite youngest child wrote a poem for her mother, as a gift for Christmas. I received a more practical, yet equally thoughtful gift from her – a pack of cushion soled socks – they cushion both my soul, and my feet, and I have my stock replenished each Christmas, by my choice.

    Without further delay, here is Julia’s hand written poem, reproduced faithfully, un-embellished, and true.

    From my mum
    I have learnt
    so many things,
    how to bake and,
    how to sew
    so many things
    others don’t know
    but most of all
    I have learnt to
    Survive amist
    this aphotic world
    Not with Hate
    Not with avarice
    But with kindness
    That comes from
    the Heart.

    Does a parent’s pride ever bow before reality? #thought

    With a child as wonderful as Julia is, there is no need, for her words are closer to reality, than my own.

  • mortality’s short, sweet kiss…

    A free-form verse, from a young soul trapped in an aging body. Prompted by the anguish and encouragement of some exceptionally special people on Twitter.
    Forgive the raw nature, perhaps I’ll “clean” it up.  Perhaps, I’ll not. {I did, and will likely do again.}

    Mortality’s short, sweet kiss…

    Morrow comes, heralding new dawn,
    upon that day, will joy be born.
    Patiently, must we wait,
    We’ll know the time, won’t hesitate.
    With both hands spread open wide,
    We slow our fall, down terror’s slide.
    ~
    An angel, trapped in mortal form,
    filled, with anger, and disdain,
    Though silenced is her voice,
    her soul, untamed, remains.
    Into deepest dark of night,
    she turns her ever seeking eye,
    and there, upon sunrise’s glow,
    her hope, as a planted seed, doth sow.
    ~
    Not coin, nor gold,
    will purchase passage from this mortal realm,
    into eternities, untold.
    For the trip to there,
    the price is set… in anguish.
    Do all you can, while trapped here.
    Secure… your own immortal soul.
    ~
    Summer’s heat, through winter’s cold
    An endless cycle, for the bold.
    Set your weary feet,
    Upon the path,
    toward the final goal…
    Escape… for each immortal soul.
    ~
    From four corners,
    east, and west,
    the titans of this world contest.
    North, and south,
    the winds do blow,
    freezing rain, before the snow
    that chills… my immortal soul.
    ~
    Though our fragile bodies,
    the titans hold in thrall,
    our souls, escape their clammy grasp.
    Till, finally… we turn.
    Behold, the Asp.
    Our demise, through venom’s fang?
    Or our escape, to destiny,
    as ageless legends sang?
    Through that path, so filled with pain,
    must we venture, once again,
    for at its end, does lie… our gain.
    ~
    Into cold, slit eyes we stare,
    the Asp, its fangs, doth turn, and bare.
    Its promise?
    With us, Eternity to share.
    Upon those ivory tips,
    so sharp,
    do form two drops, two drips,
    two promises… held true.
    My soul’s release… from me, to you.
    ~
    Into these gleaming gems,
    we cast our eye.
    Behold, our fate,
    to do… and die.
    ~
    Into venom we turn, and dive.
    Within their pain, we won’t survive.
    They promise us release…
    and bliss…
    our freedom…
    from mortality’s short, sweet kiss.
    ~

    That poem is not an exhortation to death. Hold true to yourself, until time comes for each of us to escape the shackles of mortality.

  • Marriage, a word’s meaning.

    Marriage, a wonderful word ~ a worthy institution ~ a question, of meaning…

    Although I never thought anyone had the right to tell another who they can or can’t love,  long did I hold the belief that the word marriage defined a union between a man and a woman. Very recently I was thinking about this and realized that limiting this particular word to a narrow, archaic construct has a major impact on people – my belief that a word should be limiting, placed severe constraints on others.

    Who am I to tell anyone who chooses to make a commitment, that they cannot – simply because the one to whom they commit themselves is of the same gender? I don’t have that right, and if I did… well, I would cast it away.

    In the past, I would have voted for any type of civil union, regardless of its name. Yet, within my heart, I reserved the word marriage for only the variety of union in which I am bound. My way, is not the only right way.

    Now, I must open my closed mind and grant others, different from me, their chance at happiness, their chance at lifelong togetherness. Call it a civil union, call it a marriage, or simply call it by its true name… love.

    While none of us has any right to determine the lie of another’s heart, everyone deserves a chance at completion.  Well done Washington, for taking a leadership role amongst the United States, once more.

    {04/14/13 you can read more of my journey to understand the meaning of marriage, here.}

  • Adelmar’s Recollection – audio.

    The link below is to my personal attempt at a voice recording. While reading the words that poured from our heart onto paper is difficult enough, reading them aloud is orders of magnitude moreso.  Indeed it makes me appreciate those who record audio books – walking in another’s shoes truly reveals the difficulty of their path.  Be warned, this is quite likely one of the most difficult things I’ve ever managed to do.

    Please note this recording is from an early version, though the words have changed the content has not. Here is the opening of Beltamar’s War, the first book in my epic work of Philosophy, Couched as Fantasy – Malmaxa.

    Beltamar’s War Chapter 1, Section 1 – Adelmar’s Recollection.

    I hope it intrigues you enough to read the tale.  Thank you for listening.