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 22.

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    held, in a word’s caress ~ danced, inside a dream ~ tenderly kissed, while swimming twitter’s stream.

    Join me in solitude’s domain, bend our backs beneath shared burdens – the other’s pain.

    @Jacqueline_Czel Swimming against this flow, is futility indeed, relax, reach forth the tendrils of your thoughts, a fleeting touch, a glow

    @Jacqueline_Czel a fellow spirit soul you’ve found, virtual fingers do we stroke, briefly, before we part, sundered by the stream.

    @Jacqueline_Czel As do we all adhere, to ancient wisdoms held dear, to my children I don’t say “do as I say, and not as I do”.

    free form verse, follow us not, if you’re averse.

    Our silly seeming rhymes, do truthful truths obscure.

    Why is it that those with nothing to say, say it so often?

    Wide set eyes of placid pool, bitten lips do swell, that pert nose we know so well.

    that slender neck, to kiss, and tell.

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    @killerdollrik My wife came by, read over my shoulder, slapped me, said “You’re on a nasty site.” Then walked away, chuckling.

    Regrets, the sharp edged building blocks of our future. #malmaxa

    Fate, intangible threads in eternity’s breeze, when they merge, it sets.

    Do I lack, or ride, a political “high horse”? No, I share the simple truth, as I see it. http://bit.ly/CGe2012 #election2012 Please share, rt

    I comfort myself, “bleeding contrary followers, is good” – it isn’t. Little is learnt from exposure to the like-minded.

    twitter.com/cgayling/status/264513218444136448 … yet, until then, Fate is in Flux.

    @middengem Yes, I am allowed to have a favorite – firstborn, middle daughter, son, and youngest child. I’m biased, I admit this freely 🙂

    @middengem thank you for distracting me from my distress. This election is building stress, while devouring delight. #election2012

    @middengem re the cover, I’m biased. The newer hints at Malmaxa’s content, lineage etched in soul. The former, reveals my child. #malmaxa

    Hearts, are sort of like souls – those who have them cannot do without, those that don’t, have no need of them

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    Reply with a number from 1 to 372, I’ll reply with a line from that page in #malmaxa

    Might the future past be the place we know we know, yet are yet to go?

    Ignoble am I, clad in loose bound words deformed, they obscure my frightful visage.

    Farewell to friends unknown, the night sings its mournful song, the lyrics are my names.

    Ancient, essential truths retain power always.

    Unkind words serve, they do, yet spare their use, lest their echo strikes you.

    Grant the elderly dignity, they are deserving of that, if not honor. #malmaxa

    @ErroneousJuan mmm. “Only the unbound shall serve the Seizen.” #malmaxa

    Thought, is always free – it is its utterance that bears a cost.

    @poetessa_amore soul’s blood is their desire, quench their cries with your heart’s fire.

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    Am I the intolerant bastard I know myself to be, for clicking unfollow when “they” solicite me to buy followers?

    Jalgar bowed his head to Rethga’s. For a moment their foreheads touched, in affection. #malmaxa

    Is death our final release, or the start of atonement for this hell?

    Stress saps, creative energy wanes, elective deceit builds.

    Excuses for our inaction impress no-one but ourselves.

    Halloween: Me “You’re not as scary as her”, child “Am too! I killed people in the Hunger Games, you should be scared.” I am.

    I feign misery, while walking a path lined with happiness.

    More than a glance reveals, less than its goal, a view of my soul. #malmaxa http://bit.ly/CGbMal1

    The nature of their mission, and its danger was clear now. The truth just unveiled was not glorious, but grotesque. #malmaxa

    Relinquish responsibility, compromise your character.

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    My beloved sister is so outraged at the ending of Malmaxa, she hasn’t spoken to me, except via my mother, for 2 years. {truth} #malmaxa

    Run! before insanity consumes you, addiction overtakes you, and inspiration… overwhelms.

    Doing wrong for the right reasons, the ends do not justify the means.

    A wise man keeps silent ~ offending no one ~ I, am unwise, with friends, in flux.

    Night all, I have steps to take, and promises to break, before I skate.

    Were the KKK on twitter, I’d look at what they have to say– recognizing evil is easier once you’ve seen it, close up, and impersonal.

    Tears we cry, they fill the stream ~ then we awake, this isn’t a dream.

    Trails of tears join anguish’s stream ~ we strive, we try ~ and then, we die.

    Write me a smile, in words you must, such is my need, and in you is my trust.

    Some are rude, that’s OK – some are offensive, that… is not.

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    “their clawed feet upon the earth – like droplets of heavy rain striking parched ground. He would never relish that sound again.” #malmaxa

    @ubetyourwrasse I tell my kids that, before letting them fall to catch themselves… The lesson? Mistrust authority, question always.

    Your doubts of self, echo my own.

    Though you cloak yourself in feigned decency, your true colors bleed through.

    World in decline ~ IQs in free-fall ~ stupidity affects us all.

    As a thirsty person must drink, a wise one must think. #malmaxa

    A good dream, when you wake up thinking “I hope that’s just sweat, and not what I think it is…”

    Fare well my friends, I head to bed, where dreams await, I hope ~ My inspiration knows her name.

    I am… seldom satisfied ~ I seek… better words. #iam

    A stream of splintered tweets ~ conversations ~ striving for beginnings.

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    A terrible thing about fame, is how often arrogance accompanies its arrival.

    Change, the catalyst.

    Please none of the people all of the time, while remaining true, and alonely lone.

    Compromise who I am? Unthinkable! but, for you… Why do we strive to change the ones we love?

    Me, “Just because you’re right doesn’t mean I’ll agree with you. What kind of delusional world do you live in?” Wife, “Yours.”

    Why do terrible things happen to good people? Cause that’s the way I write it!

    Message to Mitt: America isn’t a “small business”, it’s a monstrous mess – made so by a republican less radical than you.

    I am… a seeker of eternal truth ~ ultimately… I fail, for eternity eludes me.

    Words come from the mind ~ passion from the soul ~ truth, from the heart.

    Though I strive for understanding, I seldom attain it – yet still, I try.

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    @AppleEris Conscience pricks the heart, seeking refuge, claiming duty as its goad. Strange that you agree, yet see yourself, at odds to me.

    Can words be as elegant to the eye, as their echo is, within the ear? #thought

    Would I could share every gleaming thought in twitter’s stream ~ saddened I cannot ~ saddened too, that more do not.

    I strive to be… a voice of discord in a resonant world. #iam

    Drag a man to thought, force him to jump in, if he’s a fool… well, he’ll drown therein.

    Found something that scares me more than four more years with Obama… four minutes beneath Romney.

    Ultimate loss brings unbearable pain, slowly transmuting into wonderful memory – therefore pain, is wondrous?

    My thoughts, my words, my fault.

    The best thing about the future – is how it’s filled with moments, which will become memories when they pass.

    Eye candy, for those able to overcome first {mis}-impressions. http://bit.ly/CGm1c #malmaxa

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    There is no loathing so bitter, as that of self. #thought

    My head is a lonely pace, filled with echoing, contradictory voices. #thought

    The only rules I’ll ever break, are those I choose not to obey. #thought

    Fate, pattern found within the threads of the past, then read to reveal the way to the future. #malmaxa

    Define yourself, not by your deeds and your destiny, but by your desires.

    What is this thing called duty – naught save a deceitful word, an enticer of evil, from good souls.

    Duty, the name of the glorious cloak cladding wretched deeds.

    Faroene mumbled quietly, so quietly the words were almost inaudible, “I loved him. Would have loved him… forever.” #malmaxa

    @Jacqueline_Czel …After a few heartbeats, in a voice low and filled with sympathy, Ripkira murmured “Love, yes. But unspeakable.”

    Duty, this foul word precedes incitement to cast aside conscience.

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    And now, as payment for my excess, my head to work’s grindstone I must press.

    Listen the views of those who oppose you, and learn – or listen to your fellows, and fail.

    I am… a liberal conservative ~ I strive to be… ethical ~ I succumb… to temptation, then conscience. #iam

    I am… a valuer of principle over material ~ I seek… understanding, of greed ~ I yearn… for freedom. #iam

    So many beautiful sentiments laid bare ~ contented in our solitude we stare ~ a moment and a click… we share.

    I am… married ~ I desire, grandchildren ~ I want, a better world for all. #Iam

    Recipe for US Election: take a heaping spoon of democracy, mix in apathy, confusion, and a twist of lie. #democracy

    We strike out at the ones we love when we’re in pain, resting assured they’ll love us again.

    Can one appreciate splendor, without exposure to squalor? #thought

    In DNA the combination to a really, really complicated lock? #evolution