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.

  • Tweets for Posterity 32.

    The gray links above, beneath the site picture, allow scrolling.

    to all those who RT’d and favorited, my thanks – though I see you and appreciate it, I fear spamming… and blowing my own trumpet.

    To each of you ~ I would show you honor ~ it is, your due.

    Every time I tell my wife I enjoy spam, she looks at me in disbelief before exclaiming “It’s disgusting!” No spam, dare I consume, or share.

    Age’s reward is the memories it grants, its cost… regrets, for opportunities lost.

    long, hard weekend, but our bathroom renovations are finally nearing an end. Who knows, I might still have functioning knees when I’m done.

    I know the most intelligent, compassionate, understanding and beautiful person in my world. My children, numbered four, are these, and more.

    Words do bridge the gap between my muse and me – though long since lost, he is forever vibrant in my heart, his words ring clear, and true.

    The strangest thing happened tonight, my wife presented me with a gift… a can of spam. Weird indeed, since she hasn’t been online.

    Were wisdom no more than aged quotes rehashed, books would be our wisest elders.

    The most terrible thing about true injustice, is silence.

  • Tweets for Posterity 31.

    The gray links above, beneath the site picture, allow scrolling.

    Though we pretend perpetual happiness, the one we deceive, is ourself – balance.

    In argument is opportunity for all to learn, in negotiation, opportunity for all to lose.

    On the hunt am I, for words dark edged, sharp or blunt, tonight no desire is there, for a lullaby…

    Maturity, is a strange thing. Youth seek it avidly, yet once acquired, it seems more burdensome than glorious. Oh, for lost youth.

    Though we hold love eternal, eternity ends, new loves begin, and die, all while alongside us we hold our mirrored heart, content.

    What do I want from Twitter? An oddience of hecklers, each of whom occupies their own stage.

    Is truth adequate justification for callousness?

    Though I hold truth in highest esteem, the injury it brings can exceed its cost. #thought

    Words cut, upon my hands… the proving blood of innocence.

    Speak with care, for people remember a kind word for but a day, a cruel one forever.

  • Tweets for Posterity 30.

    The gray links above, beneath the site picture, allow scrolling.

    There are few men I’ll give the time of day to, and many women who I’d give the time of night.

    That last tweet is going to cost me… it was completely worth it!

    Ashamed, am I, of many things I’ve done… but not, of who I have become.

    https://twitter.com/cgayling/status/267051594833596417

    “Ain’t no sunshine when shes gone. Its not warm when shes away.” Bill Withers, if you haven’t listened, do. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-xzDhLvhgQw …

    Thank you all for the favorites, you’re a lot smarter than I in not re-tweeting – I wouldn’t be caught dead saying the things I do.

    my thoughts, revealed, for those who gaze deeper than words strewn haphazard on a page. #malmaxa http://bit.ly/CGbMal1

    suddenly sombre, I must call this evening done, pay penance for my wicked words, and soothe my beloved, tender wife.

    A tear, shed ~ a glance, misread ~ a moment, of pain ~ till we hug, again.

    “For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them.” cannot be… no church, no tithe, no heaven.

    Were we judged for our every thought… think on this, then judge yourself.

  • Tweets for Posterity 29.

    The gray links above, beneath the site picture, allow scrolling.

    My son, “acquittal, is a fork with a knife for a handle…” Yes, he was joking. No his English teacher didn’t think it was funny.

    Can you show courage, if you have never experienced fear?

    My apologies for that “spam”, but, in this case, it is well worth consuming. None of those named will give you indigestion, of the mind…

    falls, into silence… the act of work is upon me, coin to gather, for bread’s purchase, this… does not satisfy my soul.

    Without women, are men undone.

    As you trail behind, so too do you precede me – my goad, my goal… women, divine.

    Special, is every one, the named, the nameless, and you.

    whether with abandon, or care, once spent, youth is past, leaving ripples of memory as its wake.

    How can we hope to learn, if we close our ears to all whose views run contrary to our own?

    Have no time for fools, indeed – but till they prove themselves as such, grant them access to your ear.

  • Tweets for Posterity 28.

    The gray links above, beneath the site picture, allow scrolling.

    A kind word can crush an angry man, revealing their tormented soul, and opening opportunity to meet.

    Positive {reality} Negative. Without one, the other cannot be.

    As love does not submit before rejection, it does not rise for compulsion.

    {JuliaGem} Julia “Dad’s been using the random word generator again. Do we need… to take away the Internet?”

    The moment we draw our first breath, we’re one closer to our last.

    The music of our lives… the beat we feel within.

    Distrust those who cast compliments in hope of catching kind words.

    A shaded eye, a murmured lie doth hide.

    Let that be a lesson to me all, when someone is kind enough to say “Hi”, be it virtual or real, reply!

    Though the lips may curl, if the eyes don’t crinkle… trust your heart and deny that smile – it’s a lie.

  • Tweets for Posterity 27.

    The gray links above, beneath the site picture, allow scrolling.

    What is Immortality, a transient place in our hearts where those we loved, live on?

    True love – offering consolation to the inconsolable, knowing you’ll reap angry rebuttal in return.

    Man {misunderstanding} Woman. Woman {misunderstanding} Man. That we can communicate at all, is a true miracle.

    To bed, to bed, my burning head, there to toss and turn, the end is nigh the rich man cried, will this election… never die?

    To all, good night, or mourning, as it may be.

    Republican co-worker “I used my absentee ballot, but that doesn’t stop Obama people voting twice.” {only Democrats cheat??} Me “Bullshit.”

    That my children so desire to please me, delights and perplexes me. #thought

    Information, is neutral. Censorship, is not.

    What twisted mind censors access to information at schools? {information, is not pornographic}

    Well, this is bizarre, twitter is asking me if I want to unfollow four of my favorite people. {hands off the keyboard}

  • Tweets for Posterity 26.

    The gray links above, beneath the site picture, allow scrolling.

    Apathy: something to be overcome by its antithesis.

    My weekend’s “work” was naught, save sop to feeble conscience.

    Love, is a migratory beast, at best.

    @SSparklesDaily #untruth ““Though I am old, I have learnt little of women. But, I do know the depth of their deceit.” #malmaxa #truth 🙂

    Maturity give us the capacity to care, or not, and the wisdom to know which to use, when.

    I thought I had a thick skin, I don’t ~ If you think the same, you, are as me.

    I generally enjoy opposing beliefs. But when someone proves they’re stupid more than three times in a row – they have to go.

    Does love lead to happiness, or happiness, to love? #thought

  • Tweets for Posterity 25.

    The gray links above, beneath the site picture, allow scrolling.

    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.

    The gray links above, beneath the site picture, allow scrolling.

    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.

    The gray links above, beneath the site picture, allow scrolling.

    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.