C.G.Ayling

Author: CGAyling

  • 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.

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    Am I the intolerant bastard I know myself to be, for clicking unfollow when “they” solicite me to buy followers?

    Jalgar bowed his head to Rethga’s. For a moment their foreheads touched, in affection. #malmaxa

    Is death our final release, or the start of atonement for this hell?

    Stress saps, creative energy wanes, elective deceit builds.

    Excuses for our inaction impress no-one but ourselves.

    Halloween: Me “You’re not as scary as her”, child “Am too! I killed people in the Hunger Games, you should be scared.” I am.

    I feign misery, while walking a path lined with happiness.

    More than a glance reveals, less than its goal, a view of my soul. #malmaxa http://bit.ly/CGbMal1

    The nature of their mission, and its danger was clear now. The truth just unveiled was not glorious, but grotesque. #malmaxa

    Relinquish responsibility, compromise your character.

  • Tweets for Posterity 18.

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    My beloved sister is so outraged at the ending of Malmaxa, she hasn’t spoken to me, except via my mother, for 2 years. {truth} #malmaxa

    Run! before insanity consumes you, addiction overtakes you, and inspiration… overwhelms.

    Doing wrong for the right reasons, the ends do not justify the means.

    A wise man keeps silent ~ offending no one ~ I, am unwise, with friends, in flux.

    Night all, I have steps to take, and promises to break, before I skate.

    Were the KKK on twitter, I’d look at what they have to say– recognizing evil is easier once you’ve seen it, close up, and impersonal.

    Tears we cry, they fill the stream ~ then we awake, this isn’t a dream.

    Trails of tears join anguish’s stream ~ we strive, we try ~ and then, we die.

    Write me a smile, in words you must, such is my need, and in you is my trust.

    Some are rude, that’s OK – some are offensive, that… is not.

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    “their clawed feet upon the earth – like droplets of heavy rain striking parched ground. He would never relish that sound again.” #malmaxa

    @ubetyourwrasse I tell my kids that, before letting them fall to catch themselves… The lesson? Mistrust authority, question always.

    Your doubts of self, echo my own.

    Though you cloak yourself in feigned decency, your true colors bleed through.

    World in decline ~ IQs in free-fall ~ stupidity affects us all.

    As a thirsty person must drink, a wise one must think. #malmaxa

    A good dream, when you wake up thinking “I hope that’s just sweat, and not what I think it is…”

    Fare well my friends, I head to bed, where dreams await, I hope ~ My inspiration knows her name.

    I am… seldom satisfied ~ I seek… better words. #iam

    A stream of splintered tweets ~ conversations ~ striving for beginnings.

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    A terrible thing about fame, is how often arrogance accompanies its arrival.

    Change, the catalyst.

    Please none of the people all of the time, while remaining true, and alonely lone.

    Compromise who I am? Unthinkable! but, for you… Why do we strive to change the ones we love?

    Me, “Just because you’re right doesn’t mean I’ll agree with you. What kind of delusional world do you live in?” Wife, “Yours.”

    Why do terrible things happen to good people? Cause that’s the way I write it!

    Message to Mitt: America isn’t a “small business”, it’s a monstrous mess – made so by a republican less radical than you.

    I am… a seeker of eternal truth ~ ultimately… I fail, for eternity eludes me.

    Words come from the mind ~ passion from the soul ~ truth, from the heart.

    Though I strive for understanding, I seldom attain it – yet still, I try.