C.G.Ayling

Author: CGAyling

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    For me, it’s early on Sunday morning, for you it may be another time entirely, yet we all share this moment, never to come again. #thought

    You’re in the dark of night, as I look on the dawning day, separated, by miles, and light this single instant, we share. #thought

    Dragged unwilling away, from what my beloved wife thinks is “Twitter play”. #Later {A weekend, at work :)} http://wp.me/poqIZ-lr

    Being an ass, is easy, show class, not so. #thought

    New floor laid, skirting board cut and placed, wife happy, what’s not to like? As for me, I anticipate an almost dreamless sleep.

    The quality of manners is not strained, it’s just completely beyond many. #thought

    Time: too precious to waste on the warrantless. #thought

    Of one thing only, am I absolutely certain – there are no absolutes. #thought

    Love is generous, when freely offered you, love, is true.

    A world without art, would be dismal, and dark. Depriving children of art, is unconscionable. #thought

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    I honestly don’t care, if you come from there, or how you wear your hair, how you talk the talk, as long as you also walk the walk. #thought

    and now the tweet I’ve been longing to RT, but have held myself at bay. #GoodNight Read the next tweet if you’d like to know more of me.

    https://twitter.com/akmakansi/status/343123569707974656

    Guys I’m so stoked that @CGAyling likes my review of his book! http://wp.me/poqIZ-lr merrrrrr happiness

    Saturday morning dawns {for me} Plans laid waste, by late mail. Many other tasks to do. But for an hour I’ll spend time with you.

    A guaranteed block: bios proclaiming they’ll get me thousands of followers.

    Pangs of guilt, to the blower of their own trumpet. #iam

    Pain casts all in an angry hue. #thought

    The earth isn’t ours, to ravage as we will, we are hers, and she treasures us still. Mother-Earth is more tolerant, than me. #thought

    Twitter seems jacked up. Threads appear today that were not there yesterday. @twitter

    Alas, my time is done, and now I’ve got to run. I’d be pleased if you’d read my review by @akmakansi http://wp.me/poqIZ-lr #ASMSG Pls RT.

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    An insightful, no-spoiler, no-holds barred review of my novel, “Beltamar’s War”, by @akmakansi http://wp.me/poqIZ-lr Please RT.

    Busy days, mean many messages, missed. #thought

    Spiders, spiders, everywhere, yet not a silken thread of thought, to think. #thought

    Why now let words flow, as they will, as water does, words find their way into pleasing forms, and soft uttered, lyrical lines. #thought

    The work-week is done, it’s time for me to free my mind and let it run. #thought

    The problem with labels, is that they’re easy to apply, difficult to remove, and harder to deny. #thought

    Why are people so reluctant to retweet disturbing truths, yet so willing to retweet filthy little lines? #thought

    This evoked a memory of a poem I recently wrote, @memorypalaces @Davidkstone http://bit.ly/CGAmssk

    Truth must be an acquired taste, seeming bitter, seldom sweet, yet once accustomed to its kick, most difficult, to go back to lies. #thought

    Though you may lead a man to thought, you can seldom make him think. #thought

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    Regardless of our circumstances, our character is our own. #thought

    Few thoughts stand alone, yet too often, they won’t play with others and hide in the shadowed halls of a busy mind. #thought

    Were I to make this plea, the plea I’d hide within, would be to listen close, to me. #thought

    Those who pay the piper, can’t afford to dance to his tunes. #thought

    Tears in streams mingle with strange thoughts, in my dreams. #GoodNight

    My weekly #FF incoming. Though some names stay the same, some have changed, some are old, and some are new, and yes… I’ve forgotten a few.

    My #FF is now half empty, or half full. Take your pick, or be greedy and pick them all. Every one, is worthy.

    @kseniaanske Paper, a better blotter, for soppy souls, souls that cry, souls that bleed, and souls that never die.

    Though the answer has always been yes, they’ll never know.

    Thanks to all my followers, and to everyone I follow too. Keep on tweeting, and doing the unique things each of you, do. #FF

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    Justification: only needed when we know we’re wrong.

    Why do we recognize wrong, so much easier than right? #thought

    Words without an echo, or an attentive, open ear, are words lost. #thought

    Governments holding their citizens under suspicion. Of what – being dissatisfied with their government? #iam

    Yet still we so willingly succumb, to the sensuous seduction, of something we know, is wrong. #thought

    There is no need for fear, here, our need is respect, and trust, deserved. Sadly, in government today, of this is there a dearth.

    Offerings of dignity, to the deserving. #thought

    It isn’t about deserve, it’s about desire. #SeeTweetBelow

    Is the purpose of poor government, keeping their citizens afraid? Fear, stops thought. Thoughtless people elect poor governments. #thought

    “The author, C.G. Ayling, writes with depth, passion, and meaning.” – http://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/cr/rRG5Q7LD9KXU6U/ref=aw_cr_i_1 … Kindle – http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0054RFWU2

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    As the Tear needs the Cry, so does the Whisper lead the Lie. #thought

    So many people, to thank, so many bottoms, to spank. {Sometimes, a rhyme is just a rhyme.}

    There has never been anything “holy” in war, and there never will be. #thought

    A fifteen hour workday yesterday, with documentation due today. Work overrides play – that. My catching up, will be done, though not today.

    Democracy can be offered, not imposed. #thought

    Tragedy. We can close our eyes, so we won’t see, our ears, so we don’t hear. Yet when we close our hearts, We it is, who die.

    Though matter can be neither created, nor destroyed, those who matter, can. #thought

    The only thing I ever won, worth a damn, to me was the chance, to try, again. #thought

    Because we think it’s right, does not make it so. #thought

    Little is as simple as it seems. #thought

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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

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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.

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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

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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.