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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    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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    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.

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    Little lies, never bring you pain.

    Turn you ear to the wind

    And I’ll whisper to it, again.

    Little white lies. Did you know that in Africa, place of my birth, home of my heart, source of my soul. Evil spirits, are white. #thought

    Of Africa’s definition, I am exempt, for my complexion is deemed “Peach”… 🙂 Why does color, even count?

    Beware of the friends, who aren’t even there. In Twitterverse, they are the bots, regurgitating prefabricated mush, in clock-step.

    People are like mixed herbs, you never get quite the same flavor, twice.

    Exhaustion just struck me a foul blow. Farewell my friends, and my enemies – you get to stand guard, over there…

    If only we could wash our souls, as we wash our skin. #thought

    The reaper rises, as we fall.

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    Perhaps the thing I most like to write, is a line in the sand.

    let not language be a barrier. #thought

    I’d never work for somone who whouln’t hire me. #thought 🙂

    None of us need false friends, here, or anywhere. #thought

    So, if I vanish off Twitter tomorrow, it’ll likely be for giving paltry thanks to those, who interact. #FF

    Achievement: another eight lines, of laminate, laid.

    Little lies, whispered to the wind, #sixwords

    Little lies, that blow around, again. #thought

    Little lies, intended for your pleasure.

    Little lies, seldom cast in vain.

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    So, my website is back online. In celebration, a poem from my Julia, a gem. https://cgayling.com/malmaxa/2013/05/mothers-day-is-every-day/ …

    and from the sad, seeps silence. #thought #sixwords

    silence… might be sign of sad, or sign, of sorrow, or for me, simply solitude. #thought

    Sighs, sounds of content, for some. #thought #sixwords

    in sixwords can great power be. #sixwords {but why, limit it to six?} #another six

    My investment, is my son. The interest earned, my daughters. The banker holding them, my wife. #thought

    What is perfection, ‘cept counted in another’s eyes. #thought

    Goodnight, or morning, or even, evening. Whatever time it is for you, I hope it bears the promise of joy.

    My #FF list must be delayed, today. Miles to go, and databases to keep, before I tweet. #tilllater

    Forget the groin, when medication targets the brain we should be smart enough, to say no! #thought

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    Few things offend me as much as being assumed “wealthy”. Material wealth does no-one any good, yet it is an almost universal aspiration.

    Think about it, before you blurt about it. #thought

    Will be away all day, sadly it'll be for work, not play. You might pass the time today, by visiting https://cgayling.com/malmaxa/t/

    Taking down my website, in order to switch it to a new host. Hopefully without breaking all the links. #risk #later

    Let us hope for better tomorrows, for all, not a miniscule minority. #thought

    Before action, thought. Before thought, desire. Before desire, displeasure. Before displeasure, distress. Before distress, discomfort.

    Discomfort is the harbinger of change, for the comfortable seek only to retain their comfort. #thought

    The whispered words, of lackeys, to their lords. Time, methinks, for those who set themselves above, to fall. #thought

    {waxing the revolutionary, tonight} #iam

    When the only response received is our own voice echoing, perhaps we should stop speaking, and listen. #thought