Dreamcatching

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If dreams catch dreams; that aimlessly dreams…

Then, what dreams are left to grasp? That dare fall through the seams?

Because them whom dream sideways, sidewaysidly dreams astray!

And horrible things happen! To them whom dream of decay!

Because them whom don’t dreams, is like a child, that doofusly dreams!

And,

doofusly dreams confusion?

Is them and all that so schemes…

A fat man is chubby, and daydreams of food;

the same as a skinny woman, that day dreams of shoes!

And what about people, that don’t know no better?

Them are they, that don’t dream at all? They are them, that’d be thralls.

A man, is useless. Because he don’t dream. He is. A doofus-

and a female, with long eyelashes; blinks horribly away those same dreams-

but then, EVADE! Past the loft-

and into the depths of what dreams were lost…

Copyrightcopyright August 16, 2017

Hi Everyone, I’m gunna be opening up way more of Cascadia Legends :)

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Hello everybody. ūüôā

In case you probably didn’t notice, I had recently made the site private. But I’m gunna be opening it up now.

Not only will I open the site, I’m also going to open “Cascadia Adventures”

Now some of those Cascadia Adventure stories might have pics, but some might not. I know the new ones may not have any, or just a singular pic, not sure.

But soon the whole sight will be open.

 

It’s gunna take me awhile to work on editing the Cascadia Adventures side, because I changed some stuff, but it should still be awesome. My only request is that none of my work or material me stolen, or posted anywhere on¬†other material, website, book, or media, without letting me know or asking please. Thank¬†you.

-from an old friend,

          Gregory Thomas

Death on a Horse

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Death on a Horse

Death on a Horse

Poison hath stricken!

Leaping to and fro!

thar be it a gleam’s glow;

coming forth with all haste, to go gather souls-

Cause it is time, the heart feels ill;

the flies have all gathered, amongst the window sill-

and clumsy was, as clumsy as can be;

from the head up and down, to the bottom of the knees-

SLASH! Thar goes the chin hairs clipped off;

BOOM! Thar ye be crashed into doom!

Death on a horse, just like a knight;

Doom with four limbs, to bring forth a terrible fright;

Coming forth with all speed, to snatch up life..!

Copyrightcopyright May 17, 2014

The Magician and The Wizard

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Chilled, smooth, windy, cool;

Cold, icy, lake’s, pool-

Swingin jazz, like a jazz man swingin’;

as cool as a ship called “The Titanic” and sinking-

Cause oooh wap, dee doo lee doo, doop, doop, doop;

the masked magician tip-toes as he snoops-

the wizard off the tunes, slops up the goose juice-

boobadee boop, boop, and her belt disappeared;

Bipadee, bopadee, boo

bet she be back by 12-

there’s a wizard on the stage, came to go out in a blaze;

there’s a magic in the magician, and there’s magic in his ways-

there’s temptation, all around;

and nowhere is the sound…

Copyrightcopyright April 17, 2014

 

Offward Knight

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A story, a story, a lustrous story;

o’ how a knight, has risen to glory-

a tale, o tales, of heroes of old;

a tale, a tale, o glories seth told-

onward knight, the fellowship one;

striding among, the brightest of suns-

dawning o legends, so boldly told;

a tale, a tale o’er legends of old-

Drawing a sword, o’er all other swords;

nay of the fears o’ enemy hordes-

striding among suns, and riding by glory;

a story, a story, a lustrous story-

Copyrightcopyright April 14, 2014

The March of the Folly

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There once t’was a man, whom had lost his own hand;

for it took by finger bones, and leaped to and fro!

As it ran off the wrist, with fingers walked with;

t’was a man whom had lost his hand, at the fault of skyward wind-

“Leap hand, LEAP!” cried the grass, thick as blades-

and “Run, flesh and bones!”¬†wept the trees, thick as stone;

When the man chased it hence, with his limbs, thick and dense;

as his hand, did it sprint, as it hurdled through the fence!

Ballad’s Meaning: If someone¬†is¬†careless with their¬†gifts,¬†

they might just lose them…!

Copyrightcopyright April 13, 2014

The Reflection of War

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Looming tower, a’yonder over;

mortar bricks, past the soldiers-

weighty wisps, skyward clouds;

stretch in packs, upon the ground-

lay in wait, lay in shroud;

fires falling, nay of a sound-

looming tower, a’yonder over;

growing night’s, coldest shoulder-

men of each, woman’s boon;

burning flowers, nay to bloom-

looming days, opening doors;

looming tower, a’yonder o’war-

Ballad’s Meaning: How war can bring forth calamity out of a once

peaceful setting.

Copyrightcopyright April 13, 2014