When its calm inside, a storm rages the surface…

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The storm outside. Its scary isn’t it?

Almost like fate. Sometimes fate can be a scary maiden.

Sometimes the only thing a child needs to be fearless, is destiny’s hand.

But destiny is formless, until seen. And sometimes we don’t see it, until we see it in another’s eyes.

The dying faint glow of logic, starts with the logic of understanding.

Sometimes not understanding, however, helps the drifter understand

even greater.

 

-Gregory Thomas

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Hello on War and Poetry

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Hello. Gregory Thomas here, friends.

Is not the art of war, just Ballads for humans?

Was not the sound of listening alone the very concept of The Cold Wars?

Was not antebellum’s existence started on behalf of our mind and eyes?

Does not all of mankind wait on mankind?

Does it really suprise you that your eyes see what is around them?

Your mind is the most personal think you can have, and only your mind knows what your mind is thinking.

Your soul is caged by your own ribcage. Your blood is just drool, used for your body’s elixar.

Your eyelashes are just thorns, your chin is your body’s mountains.

But I ramble. What matters is that you hear the music through my words.

The words are the music, the mind is the canvas, your eyes are the window, and your voice can shatter all three of these things.

 

-From your friend, Gregory Thomas.

The Fickleness of Fate

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Her flesh is softer in person;

she is the rounded joy that holds in every charm;

she is the fragrance that enters nostrils, while walking the nose crossed the arms-

she is the eyes that imprison a gaze.

She is mother nature. Misbehaved…

She is the ocean, under a mermaid’s sea.

She is the passion of your inspiration, beckoning free.

She is the west. The East. And the directions to see a grin.

She is the eyes that blink, blink!

Naughty eyes and nurture’s plaything.

 

Copyrightcopyright June 4, 2018

 

Scurvey Talkin

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“She bakes bread, bob!”

Aye, that she does!

“He eats eagerly Evie”

Oh! Ho hum ho hum didlee dee!

“Her muffin-milking musically moves me mouth!”

Ummm, uh, oh! Urr….Umm? O_o

“Marshmellows crumbles cute soft sizes pillowy peace-worthy prizes…”

If that’s how ye feels, Seedy Neels. L_L

 

Copyrightcopyright March 28, 2018

 

Baby Kitten Rhapsody

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Baby kitten, baby kitten baby kitten, going down to rap city;

Baby kitten got’s no where to go, and got’s no where to sleep-

Baby kitten says, what’s there to eat?

Just some trash suckas piled up all in the street.

And baby kitten says, where are all the other baby kittens?

Still out gang banging with other baby kittens-

and baby kitten says, where my moms go?

Smh, moms out in the streets, searching for gold.

And baby kitten, where is this baby kittens POPS?

Pops up and left baby kitten ass, after he up and got shot!

And baby kitten, wtf? where is baby kitten’s brothers?!

What brothers baby kitten? You got only these flip fast sisters-

Shoo, baby kitten got a plan? Shoo!

Naw, ain’t got a leg to stand, baby kitten says, “Man, this place reminds me of the ghetto”

I say, shoo, naw baby kitten, this place reminds me of a damn hellhole!

And baby kitten got nowhere to go, that’ll listen to this kid, spit them beats?

Naw baby kitten, these kids now a’days don’t even read, but I’ll tell you one thing these suckas do though-

they buy baby kittens, right off the street-

that’s black market, son. And it has begun.

That’s why baby kitten with a gun, says run!

 

Copyrightcopyright December 20, 2017

The Insane Cat with a Bat

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Burn baby burn, is the burn you learn

when you’re trying to get the government to learn.

Smoke honey smoke, is the fog of war;

to make the oppressed use tusks as if from boars-

baseball bat, baseball bat;

wielded by an insane cat, used to give the evil elite a good smack!

They will learn by way of wooden chunks;

hurled like Babe Ruth! And Jackie Robinson; at politicians slothful and sleuth-

because coppers that use army equipment;

their necks popped by angry fed up women!

And insane war generals, wearing red, white and blue;

hit like a baseball for homerun,

and all the way to ten-buck-two!

Burn baby burn, used like an advert for peace.

Smash baby smash;

when people no longer give a damn about green…

Ask the insane cat!! Ask the insane cat with a bat!

He knows he knows! He knows how to get congress to act! He says, “Hey kiddies! SMASH THEM SUCKERS WITH A BAT! Use the wood, to smash them derpy suckers good! Smash up the rich, and their neighborhoods…

The insane cat with a bat, says, “HOW YOU SUCKAS FEEL ABOUT THAT?!?”

The insane cat knows, let’s ask the cat:

Question: What if those dudes take away all our money?

Cat with a bat: Lol, that’s easy! Them suckers of war! Just smash up their houses, and force them suckas to give you more.

Question: But what if they send military-style weapons, and then arm all the cops?

Cat with a bat: This baseball bat will give their heads a good POP!

Question: What happens if they poison the media, and call us all criminals?

Cat with a bat: Pff! Them knuckle heads, do they not learn? Use metal steel beams to say, Burn baby burn!

Question: What if they come get us, and our friends?

Cat with a Bat: Then use tree branches to SMACK them and their heads!

Question: But what if they say to the nation, “No more guns?”

Cat with a bat: Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas kids! I say ARM THE POOR, with nearby branch sticks!

Question: What if they throw tear gas at our cause?

Cat with a bat: Those congress elite; every last one of them pigs! I say use big wooden beams, and then give their groans a good kick!

Question: What if they send soldiers, and they still don’t learn?

Cat with a bat: Even this metal aluminum bat say, Burn baby burn…

Question: What if America declares Martial Law?

Insane cat with a bat: Then I say vengeance! And justice for all!

Poem Meaning: Talks about the philosophy of the L.A. Riots, and 1960s riots, only in

a future set place in time in where oppression is so thick.

Seek to fight back with whatever they can, regardless of dying or not.

The idea of fusing Babe Ruth and Jackie Robinson’s image together into one to emphasis how this is no longer a ‘race issue’ more of a ‘authority versus minority’ issue.

 

Copyrightcopyright November 25, 2017

I made Tumblrs!

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Hello friends, this is Gregory Thomas here.
I am letting you know that I made tumblrs!

Here you will find posts I made that are more pictures, than words-

mostly dealing with ingame pics taken from a video game called Skyrim.

Video gaming might not be your thing, but I still put in ‘REAL world content’ that you will most definitely find to be amusing. Loads with funny pictures I edited, and fun topics I posted containing humour, insight, and amusement. 🙂

You might also find the pictures to be pleasant to look at as well, which I hope you still continue to endorse, if you have a tumblr as well, please show your support.

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Nevadathehighelfbabe.tumblr.com

   (This tumblr features a high elf  who lives in Skyrim. She claims to be ‘insane’ and a member of the Yakuza, and always posts things oriental, yakuza, or ingame related content. She is mostly humorous, yet sometimes posts cryptic messages…)

 

 Vestaphthesassyorc.tumblr.com 

 (This tumblr is about an orc that likes conspiracies, the government, and may have a bunch of funny rambling that she will do about the government, aliens, and Illuminati. She usually offers comic relief, but can post some pretty startling revelations as well.)

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I have many ideas, and could create even more tumblrs, but for now, these are pretty fun to simply engage in and view, I really do hope that you

please consider viewing in you leisure. 🙂

Thank you very much.

 

-From your epic friend

Gregory Thomas