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Every thought, has a eloquent counter,
perfect peace, is threatened by unjust war,
the wind blows, soon to still,
my heart, never will.— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) June 26, 2013
Every thought, has a eloquent counter, perfect peace, is threatened by unjust war, the wind blows, soon to still, my heart, never will.
The years pass,
early dreams fade,
and slowly slip, away.
Be thankful for our dreams, anew.— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) June 26, 2013
The years pass, early dreams fade, and slowly slip, away. Be thankful for our dreams, anew.
Peace: often a harder choice, than war.
Lies: often an easier path, than truth.#thought— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) June 26, 2013
Peace: often a harder choice, than war. Lies: often an easier path, than truth. #thought
Economics, as justification for war?
Why does it seem I have seen this sentiment, before.
Wrong it was then, and is no less so, now.— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) June 26, 2013
Economics, as justification for war? Why does it seem I have seen this sentiment, before. Wrong it was then, and is no less so, now.
Does anyone remember the crucifixion of Michael Jackson in the court of public opinion, as hosted by the mass-media?http://t.co/fgcfTx4Paj
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) June 26, 2013
Does anyone remember the crucifixion of Michael Jackson in the court of public opinion, as hosted by the mass-media? http://bit.ly/CGApTR
Public opinion, is like a seductress' kiss,
it sways first that way,
then this…— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) June 26, 2013
Public opinion, is like a seductress’ kiss, it sways first that way, then this…
Is fate's flow, the universe's hidden pulse?#thought
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) June 26, 2013
Is fate’s flow, the universe’s hidden pulse? #thought
Lies, sufficient for a lifetime.
Love, sufficient for a day.#thought— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) June 27, 2013
Lies, sufficient for a lifetime. Love, sufficient for a day. #thought
Bitten, by an unseen bug,
is remedy for its affliction,
to be enveloped, in a loving hug.
A tender touch is cure, for most any ill.— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) June 27, 2013
Bitten, by an unseen bug, is remedy for its affliction, to be enveloped, in a loving hug. A tender touch is cure, for most any ill.
Our Luna, in wondrous perigee,
has stripped all joy from me.
Fade fast, that I might lift up my eye
and be not brought to so sad a sigh.— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) June 27, 2013