C.G.Ayling

Author: CGAyling

  • 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.

  • 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}

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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