C.G.Ayling

Category: Random Musings

Random thoughts, from a random mind – mine. I’m fairly confident my viewpoint differs from that of the majority.

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    Let words be the beginning of the best we can do.

    Sometimes our most powerful sentiments are expressed when we don’t censor ourselves.

    Fading hope, that better beginnings might become.

    The one thing America does well, is war.

    Inside our mind, the only place we’re free, where broken hearts can mend, where everyone might be our friend.

    So few like its flavor that were truth a tree, its fruit would be free.

    When we open our eyes, only then do we see the darkness.

    I wish truth were free, yet daring to speak the truth as you see it often bears an unfair price.

    The truth is free, right up until the moment another hears it.

    War is only glorious when it is clad in lies.

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    After a long boring day I went to my kids open house, and promptly realized school is preparing them for a long boring life.

    What a wonderful world it would be, were everyone the same as me. Nay! What a terrible place this would be, where none different to me.

    Though you can drag a man to words, you cannot make him think.

    The thing we most strive for, we already have – individuality.

    Those we know, yet have never met, nor ever will. #that

    You can’t purchase peace with violence, nor can you compel love.

    When the tyrant holds the gun, you’d better believe the people will succumb.

    When words are the best we can do, they’re never enough. #that

    When you’re crucified with words, you don’t bleed, yes, you might shed a tear of woe, but you can get back up, and go.

    When words are nothing more than hollow little things. That. I truly hate that.

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    Art is the truth that shines light on the lies.

    Human Nature: How we can tell when something isn’t, so much easier than we can when something is.

    If art isn’t truth, is it nothing more than another ugly lie?

    Security isn’t about being controlling, it’s about being in control.

    Within us all lies something awaiting escape, the only question is if we let it.

    To addicts addiction might seem to be a choice, yet it never is.

    If truth is beauty, ugly is a lie.

    Though the opposite of truth might seem to be a lie, it may also be a different view of truth, seen from another person’s eye.

    Truth is never ugly, though that which it reveals might well be.

    What a monochromatic world it would be, where everyone was the same, as me.

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    In a world of darkness there are always those who think they see.

    There are none so blind as those who only think they see. There are none so deaf as those who choose what they hear.

    I have two surviving brothers, neither of whom understands me, and honestly… I don’t understand them either.

    Love doesn’t need understanding.

    When we confuse our wants with our needs. That.

    Love is tolerant, love, is kind, love is cruel, love forgives, or pretends to, love remembers, love forgets, love, is…

    My son startled me by choosing to interview me as a person he admires, for a school project. {He is smart, he knows I’ll do the interview.}

    The wisdom of the aged is without peer, it is pure, wrought from personal experience, and without bias – so why do we lock our elders away?

    “Whats love got to do, got to do with it?” – Tina Turner In a word, everything.

    If there is one thing that true love is, it is not base.

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    To me there is no afterlife, however there is the legacy we leave within the hearts of our family, and our friends. Is that not immortality?

    Precious: Those who see you, without an eye, those who hear you, without an ear, those who read the words you never write.

    Where does truth dwell, between the lines.

    In this interview, http://bit.ly/CGAxPLE I described myself in seven words, when only one word will suffice. That one word, is “Why?”

    I know you know the answer, but I’ll answer anyway. Hypothetical questions like that only serve to justify evil.

    Normal: Striving to be different, while seeking to be the same.

    Lyrical lines, aimed square at my truths. #7wordsaboutme

    In emotional ups and downs climbing the hill back to happiness seems more daunting than coasting downhill into depression.

    When the only thing we know is when, do we seek to know the how, and why?

    In a world of silence, do the deaf rule?

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    The words which bigots blurt, are words intended to cause hurt, such words, I don’t care to hear.

    Keeping lies in line takes such effort, that the lazy are the least likely to lie.

    Music and melody, the sea in which our souls swim.

    Change for its own sake serves no one.

    Thinking: A novel experience, well worth a try.

    Can we separate feeling from our thinking, and if we can, why would we?

    Thought is a stream, sometimes we swim with its flow, sometimes we struggle against it, sometimes we simply sit, and watch it flow on by.

    A strange thing is how I am able to recognize my own words, yet how can that be, for words don’t belong to me.

    If you are willing to pick the lesser of two evils, you are still evil.

    Worry about forever, and forget about now, or worry about now, and forget about forever.

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    Where does true beauty lie, I think it lies much deeper than the eye.

    And then you’ll wane, and so begins the cycle again.

    Always remember that while you’re free to say whatever you choose, we’re free not to listen. {On Twitter we call that blocking.}

    If you like Bio’s as much as I, read this interview http://bit.ly/CGAxPLE I may write one for you, that’ll make you cry!

    A motto of mine, in the words of another. RT @minn211 Do no harm but take no shit.

    Although I’ll defend your right to say what you will, I won’t tolerate bigots. “Never, is an absolute” – http://bit.ly/CGAxPLE

    Isn’t it wonderful how much words can tell, or how little?

    Oh what a tangled web we weave, when we indiscriminately practice how to retrieve… #Snowden No good comes of doing something evil. #NSA

    The smile of delight you’ve elicited washed away my outrage, in a instant.

    Real smiles scrub away real woe.

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    The quest to find out who we really are, is a quest we should hope never ends.

    Never look upon yourself through another person’s eye, for what you see will be nothing, save an imaginary lie.

    What others think of us is very little, you see they’re too busy thinking about what we think of them.

    Perhaps my art is in in the blood I choose to spill, as words upon these virtual pages.

    We all claim we desire something different, yet our search is for the same. http://bit.ly/CGAmb1s {this, is not the same}

    Intuition: Seeing the unseen, hearing words unspoken, feeling the lap of the spiritual ocean.

    When we pretend we don’t care, we do, and more deeply than we dare reveal.

    The language trolls can’t comprehend, is the language of silence.

    Praise: For some, as difficult to accept, as scorn. #iam

    Without context, many things are meaningless. {‘cept in twitter, where links are often malignant.}

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    Fit is something I’d like to be, yet not care to do.

    Sometimes, art is ugly, sometimes, art is beauty, sometimes, art is clean, sometimes it’s somewhere in-between.

    Me, I prefer the written word over the blurted babble. #iam

    Or not, who we are might be who we claim, or who our words reveal, or we might not be at all what other people see.

    Who am I? For an answer, visit here http://anupturnedsoul.wordpress.com/2013/08/17/i-came-across-time-for-you/ …

    There are few things quite as uncomfortable as a warm seat in a public restroom.

    A conscience is a sensitive thing, ignore it too often, and it simply stops talking to you.

    Knee jerk reactions by corporate buffoons trying to appease a fickle public incited by publicity seeking mass media.

    Force artists into the neat boxes others define, then condemn them for experimenting with art.

    If art leaves a bitter taste, it is no less art, less art it is, when it leaves no taste at all.

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    Once again I am taken aback by the generosity of a stranger. Would that we treat the ones we know as well. @UrsusAbstrusus

    Art, is experiment. @CandleSkull Precisely, RAP is an extreme medium. His transgression is mild in comparison to some. @ITV

    Deep down each of us seeks validation.

    Might true bravery be, to clench your lips, and swallow your bile?

    Trapped, by fabricated truths.

    My mother taught me that if you have nothing nice to say, you should say nothing. A most difficult lesson, which I am yet to master.

    True friends aren’t always there for you, sometimes they’re there against you. http://bit.ly/CGApFrn

    Silence can be the most precious thing of all.

    There is meaning in loss, as there is in pain, yet we shouldn’t exploit either, not with intent of gain.

    If a writer’s goal is thwarting their readers, well I’ve got this stuff down pat! That.