The Faces of Lifeless Things


Just as before, there is power in peace, there is chaos in hatred.

And power, without the peace, is a restless mind.

Two arms reach forward, to reach for froward. It’s like reaching for the arms of others, and using them for the arms of others;

it’s like using other people’s legs, for other people’s legs;

it’s like thinking with other people’s thoughts, for other people’s thoughts-

and none of them all have power, because they’re all but one mind. And is restless-

this is what restlessness will look like, if it were the face of a man.

For a man, to look for a woman, and a new life with her;

it’s face will look like a child, lost in a downtown land, searching for his lost mother;

the worry on his face, will be what it looks like in physical form, and the joy of that child finding her, will be what his success looks like, and the horror, of never seeing her again;

will be what divorcing her will look like, if it were all a tangible face.

A woman looking for a mate;

will look like a fox looking for a new home, in physical form-

the bear traps, will be what people who look devour her destiny; will be what her enemies look like in physical form.

A son that doesn’t listen at all, not one bit;

will look like a child, with a featureless face, but be destructive, and still possess speech, in physical form-

The clouds will look like a mute child; in physical form, for they speak not, but still have life. They are naive, and yet important. The skies will look like this, because they are always born over and over again, so they are young, and they are eager to learn. The blueish portion of the sky, will be their mother, she is old, stubborn, and fickle;

but her voice is a teen’s. A teen, because of it’s nature to change form, and spread influence among others like it, and it’s ignorance to understand the impact of it’s actions. This is why, weather, will never be able to be controlled…

A hurricane, will look like an angry, mindless teen, that is inhuman, in physical form;

this is because they feel, they are passionate, but they do not truly understand why.

A dying old tree will have the voice of an old man, asking for help; if it had audio. This is because, like it’s appearance, it is old. It will speak often, have a weak, dying voice, and only ask for what it needs. It will not understand why, but it will understand why it doesn’t receive it. And both when it goes dormant, and when it dies. So does their voice, they will make no more sound.

A toy or a child’s plaything, will have the same happy voice as the child that plays with it…Even if it is old, decrepit, and broken;

it will still wish to be played with. But it will be angered, every time a child stops playing with it. Until somebody returns again to play with it.

A computer, if a living mortal formed creature, would be as smart and intuitive as it’s owner, but just as ignorant as they are as well. This is because it has charisma, it knows how to talk to them, but just like them;

it only knows, the answers that their owner’s already know.

A pencil’s soul is arrogant, but listens to who wields it. This is because it needs you to use it.

But doesn’t require you, to understand it.

A shoe will be like a kid, as well. It wants to be used, but never misused. It will never understand why you out grow it-

the more you use it, the less it wants you to. When the sole has a hole in it, it will have died. There will be no more voice in it to hear, even if there were one.

If the moon were to speak, it would ask many unending questions; they would be about intangible things;

starlight, distance, life, death, lifesource, and many other things, mankind hasn’t even made up words for. This is why her face is enough, and she is made mute on purpose;

not all things need to speak, sometimes the beauty of their presence, is just enough to redeem their story.


Copyrightcopyright September 15, 2017




Haikus~Compassion and Understanding


 “A fire is like a woman;

she embraces the air, only when it is not cold towards her…”

“Give your eyes a break from the opinion of what others see.

This is so that your opinions may also be allowed rest.”

“A fat cat that doesn’t eat, is like a chubby owner that doesn’t


“It does no good to starve your ears of remorse;

you will only delay your own conscience…”


“A weeping woman is like a falling river;

her tears flood the mind until a reservoir on the conscience is formed.”

“Be as the one who waits with the tiger, for his reward is closely guarded…”

“Do not strike as the serpent, for he fears to lose.”

“One Must Know the Good,

before it is done.”

“He Who Strikes with Sword,

braces himself for Nothing.”


Copyrightcopyright August 31, 2017



“A bumblebee is chubby. His face full
with pollen.”

“Don’t lose weight SAM kept on eating red HAM!”

“Sweetrolls jump out of the belly.
They leap into the air.
The air is deliciously whiffed”

“Do not as the king that never fears do.
For what he does leads to only off of his throne.”

“Be as the kid that listens to his ancestors.
Not as the child that harkens to a shallow counsel.”

“Be as the friend that listens to his friends.
He does not ask for more friends, he draws in only more answers for whom he has…”

“A hard-headed old man is lonely, his face is as
stony as a boulder. His wrinkles like a crevasse!”

“Fear what your queen does not fear. For she fears only what you
have yet to fear for yourself…”

Copyrightcopyright August 30, 2017



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!


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 :)


Hello everybody. 🙂

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



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