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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    While the crowd applauded him for his honesty, Briar smiled in radiant reward.

    Whoever said, “You have to be cruel to be kind”, was probably a sadist.

    A heart relinquishing passion, withers. #thought

    Thoughts are always truth, though lies might gain life in their utterance.

    Looking up to her shorter twin, she felt pride’s glow.

    vanish, as quickly as morning’s mist before a summer sun.

    this is a harsh time, holiday highs, collapsing into a new year’s lows.

    so much pain, filling tender hearts with rain.

    Intellect, perceiving pain, must dissect and understand it before releasing it.

    Their lips’ caresses alleviated their mothers’ pain, long since passed, its impression undiminished by time.

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    Words without bias, hold value greater than their sum. #thought

    My Godfather once told me swearing is the crutch of the conversational cripple. I must have taken him to heart, especially for written words

    So many people in twitter, who aren’t really people at all. #thought

    Dread: the day a conversation takes this form – My tweetbot’ll talk to yours, maybe they start a #trend. Gotta go, might miss something…

    Once wealth can purchase laws, society discards justice in favor of protecting possessions. #thought

    More concerned with justice, than law. #iam

    And now, it’s back to editing Malmaxa, for me. A poor man’s work is never done, a rich man’s, never begun.

    Empty hands offer the best caress. #thought

    Turning her mind from irrelevant thoughts of food, drink, and poor character, Ripkira reconsidered the day’s conflict. #malmaxa

    Though Ryntam’s figure commonly drew the secretive eyes of men, tonight few noticed her fine proportions… #malmaxa

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    When others are as angry as me, the one who is most shocked, is I. #thought

    Huge, vertically slit pupils, calling… singing to his soul… deeds of glory, and tales… of his end.

    Though completely dried out, their six petals remained pristine.

    Since life is a metaphoric road, wouldn’t you like yours to wind through scenic hills? #thought

    Time flowed as slow as chill honey pours from a pot. #thought #malmaxa

    Harassed by demons, are men, serenaded by angels,women. #thought

    Guilt, and Conscience, chided her every step.

    Drab Guilt evicted glamorous Temptation.

    So… you are a thief, after all. But then, you always knew you were, didn’t you?

    Their duty, honorably discharged.

  • Tweets for Posterity 89.

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    Some of the best stories are the ones we create to fill the little voids of silence. #thought

    She stiffened, fright’s cold breath vanquishing tiredness in an instant.

    As beauty lies in the eye of the beholder, does a story not dwell in the ears of the listener? #thought

    Unable to look down, she instead stared into her mother’s eyes, her dream wrought confidence collapsed.

    For me the 1st day of 2013 has been good. 30 pages edited, untold tweets twittered, seeds of thought, reaped and sewn. The flu, waning. Nite

    Another day, to spend ~ would I could invest my time ~ instead of squandering it, on the eternal grind.

    More quotes from my editing of Malmaxa today – if they catch your eye, here’s a generous sample http://bit.ly/CGbMal1 Enjoy it!

    This left Faroene with nothing, save solitude, for company. #malmaxa {yes, solitude can be excellent company}

    Of life, less than forty paces remained.

    So much anger from my tweeting companions, and the day is merely the second in the year? This does not bode well for 2013.

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    Red rivulets trickled down, exposing deep fang wounds penetrating her love’s cheeks, and her own true heart. #malmaxa

    The pain in Faroene’s response was evident – the vain attempt to keep her tears hidden, saddening. #malmaxa

    Hope leaked from her, with each beat of her heart.

    Looking into Faroene’s paled face, Tian beheld anguish, unmasked.

    Fabricate apparently truthful responses to a myriad likely questions. #malmaxa

    She swayed somewhat more than usual as she glided out, her graceful movement most becoming to the eyes.

    Gaze down upon her knee ~ there, perceive the truth ~ that she, will always skinny, be. {prompted, by a picture of blue jeaned legs}

    Passion: Soul’s blood, Heart’s lament.

    We trick ourselves. I’m editing an emotive part of Malmaxa, and catch myself looking away, seeking relief, but finding echoes, instead.

    Having watched this exchange with thinly veiled interest, Rethga chose his words with considerably more care. #malmaxa

  • Tweets for Posterity 87.

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    Hope’s surge proved powerful.

    A hint of movement, barely discernible, and hope’s fluttering flame blazed to glory. #malmaxa

    A healthy glow, a hidden smile, a light caress – clues, loves embrace we shared.

    I just learnt that my wife’s grandparents were married ninety-five years ago, today. This, is a good day to reflect.

    Give no quarter, and expect none. Not in this war. #malmaxa #reality #sad

    They were, at last, alone.

    “My love alive. You live.”

    I am iron, to your pyrite.

    Puritans expect others to do as they shout should be done, yet not as they have done, or continue to whispering do.

    Morality: Puritans think they got it, and they’re too good to share it.

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    Mere mention of the wraiths chilled all spines, froze all tongues. #malmaxa

    Anything… anything, to explain the inexplicable. #malmaxa

    Words of love withheld, soon to be forever unvoiced. #thought #malmaxa

    Dwell more on happy than sad, on what may be more than what was not. Be yourself, and true. #HappyNewYear

    Here are my wishes to all, for a Happy and Accomplished New Year.

    Starting 2013 doing two good things. 1) Recovering from the Flu, 2) working on my writing. Expect random, off the wall snippets as I edit.

    The only thing more pathetic than a desperate man, is one who doesn’t realize he is. #thought

    Reward, lies hidden in complex thoughts, or in plain sight in the simple. #thought

    The sun’s dying rays twinkled into twilight. #malmaxa

    Tradition, another word to watch… it joins my list of dishonorable words, wearing honors guise. #thought

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    The most beautiful thing about the truth, is that you don’t need to fake it. #thought

    Though little should be embraced without thought, on that list truth ranks high.

    Mornings are good, for some ~ for others, evenings ~ for the last, dark night.

    To me, the fine details are more deserving of attention, that the coarse picture. #thought

    If we don’t care, then how can we matter? #thought

    Her force’s fate lay in the Gods’ hands now. In the Gods’ hands – and, in their preparations. #malmaxa

    Discourse: a path to conflict, or conversation. A path we choose, by our entry.

    Perhaps the greatest gift a parent can give their child, is freedom of thought – if not greatest, it is certainly the most difficult.

    Daniskira wore her hair long, flowing like a stream’s rippling waves, unfettered and free. #malmaxa

    Before dividing life into good and evil, or right and wrong, we need to determine the nature of evil, and its source. For that, look inward.

  • Tweets for Posterity 84.

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    The clasp, of your child’s hand ~ the caress, of your true love’s kiss ~ these, are the things of bliss. #thought

    Prejudice by any other name, would stink, the same. #thought

    Greatness path… apprehend, comprehend, emulate, aspire, attain, or slide to bottom and start, again. #thought

    look up, look down, look, around. #6words

    Those who swim in pools of negativity, like no water more than their own. #thought

    Some are so blinded by their rage they can’t comprehend truth, until it cracks open their lips. #thought #pity

    So many people, with so little to say, when did the world get this way? #thought

    Is morality inversely proportional to population density? #thought

    Having thoroughly dampened the spirits of all, I close my mouth, and away do crawl. #goodnight

    That the multitudes agree does not grant truth, merely consensus. #thought

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    Watching them fall to the ground at her feet, she had imagined her heart bursting, in the fashion of each tear striking the earth. #malmaxa

    Precocious Eden would shake wisdom long held inviolate by the scribes in their secretive, whispering ways. #malmaxa

    Gun Control? Absolutely! Nutcases shouldn’t have guns. But don’t forget that guns are not killers – lunatics wielding them hold that title.

    Parents everywhere, deserve a treat, and here it is… a {JuliaGem}, of finest cut, and clarity. https://cgayling.com/malmaxa/2012/12/a-childs-poem-to-her-mother/ …

    Sadly, the will of the Gods is not influenced by the desires of those such as me. #thought #malmaxa

    True patriots refuse to be cowed into submission by their government. True government serves its citizens, not the interests of the mighty.

    Within every man’s heart, lies the soul of his love. Within every woman’s soul, lives her lover.

    Unwell last week, and again, again… got a circle of infection going. Would, that it was a circle of inflection…

    Trying to find a balance, struggling not to flood this stream with blue notice noise – my new followers, each of you I see, I do.

    Thanks to those who read my words, and respond in some way, though I don’t acknowledge each of you, I do see you, and note each name.