Libradox

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War.

War is the javelin piercing the troubled heartbeats.

The thorn across the mind that ensnares the spirit.

The body is the war; our bodies are the jungle, humanity frolics through the Jungles of War and Ambition.

Ambition fuels rage, passion, lust, temptation.

Ambition is what created America. Ambition creates everything…

But ambition creates destruction. The same people who built the great settlement designed to ensure this breathing man’s freedom, made the same atomic bomb rendered forth to destroy it all.

Our arms like trees rise and fall with our heartbeats.

Our limbs like trunks root and uproot.

Our heads like the clouds swing thoughts, like the frozen cirrus clouds; cold and warmed by the breathing sun.

Shadowed, or embraced by rain.

Rain slumbers in the midst of this man’s fellow mind.

Is it a flood of passion come forth to tremble the light?

The ear is the metronome of flesh for the sound and caverns; this fellow-man’s skull’s interior is equal to the endless caverns the mind wanders through.

Do we serve as our own phantom? Do we play a haunt unto our own bodies–

Are we ghosts inside our own bodies; Do we possess ourselves?

Or does society string us along?

Do we awaken ourselves into the air of our wanting drives?

In the sunflower fields of light, does this fellow man derive.

The nose is the great pillar of us all; embracing the air we thrive.

My eyes the seeing pedestal unto all this fellow of one and many;

humanity in an overture. The chessboard of fate is right there, in us all;

the body is the war; in where lone politicians or perhaps many of the like, search high and lo for Liberty’s Bell.

My fellow good man, our heartbeats play a host to the very ribcage of Liberty’s cell.

Copyrightcopyright April 18, 2019

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The Wrath of Winter

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Cold.

Sound. 

Numb.

The winter is beginning.

The hour is at hand.

The trembling embrace of the snow.

Like a blanket for this land;

the body is the land. The farmer is in for it–

the worst of winter, for the bitterness abroad is bound to take shelter,

like a wanderer or maybe an adventurer.

My… 

heart…

beats…

like…

a…

…forgotten warmth.

…And there it is again,  the song of the bones in overture, and then–

With every 

swing of the clock’s crimson arm.

Winter becomes bearable; even in the midst of its revenge–

Copyrightcopyright April 17, 2019

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY

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Hello everybody! It’s been 5 years since today that I made this blog!!!!

Thank you all for your support!

I actually got the idea from my once success coach at Georgia Gwinnett College that I should make a blog and put all my writing on.

Lo and behold that this was the same exact “success coach” that told me after I went to ask her for advice in some classes that my grade weren’t so good in, that if college is seeming too hard for me, that I should just drop out and quit college!

I of course didn’t, but ended up leaving that bad college, and coming here to Strayer University to take up IT.

I’m now a straight A student, ever paper I write is an A, and am doing far much better than ever. The blog remains, so that’s just a little brief funny history behind the creation of Cascadialegends.wordpress.com Named after one of my stories 🙂

-from Gregory Thomas

Catching Fire

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Peace that floats like a butterfly over the network.

The soul like a bird swinging a crown across the aether–

the voice of him, her, them, you–

the sound of a fidgeting harpies’ battle cry for us all;

her hair is the swinging embrace of fate, amidst the beckoning sun over air;

the overture of fate without wings to fly, is a falling heartbeat across one’s watching eyes,

the face blushing with joy for the morning, and the air thrusted up the nostrils of the wandering,

peace be the swing of souls over souls, the eyes bid watch–

and the heartbeats of curious veins are lost, in the wonderland upon us.

Is it this dystopia that bids you anew in this world?

Or the pale sunlight across our skies, where the clouds float ominously? See them glide?

See the frost along the silver line?

The coldness in your voice, is the coldness in the air. Breathing in this man’s breathing air; despair is despair.

The golden sun is a glowing orb. Catch it with your hands.

The wandering ghosts of freedom in our country, catch it too with your hands.

Copyrightcopyright March 20, 2019

How Teachers wish they could respond to emails. ;)

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Hello, this is John Doeson. I’m a student from your Effective Communications 978 class. I noticed that my grades are very low and I am gravely concerned for my success within your class. I am unsure of what I can do to ensure that I pass your class on my own and am reaching out to you for some dire assistance. Is it possible that you can give me some extra credit work to do that can bring my grade up to a passing score? Please let me know what can be done as soon as you can, I would greatly appreciate it. Thank you very much.

sincerely,

John Doeson

P.S. please?

 

Dear John Doeson,

I’m really not sure what to tell you.

If I may be so bold, you barely come to class anyway, and when you do, you run to the bathroom and never come back every time I play an instructions video in class. Your stay can be as little as just five minutes into the session. Not only that, throughout the day you constantly insist on scribbling in that handy dandy diary that you always bring with you. You take no notes, stare down texting on your phone all day, and raise your hands to make obnoxious left field comments. Let me just also add my fellow brother, that you sure have no trouble at all flirting with that Caucasian student Hannah that sits behind you.

Maybe if I moved her seating position you would pass this course.

-Sincerely, Professor Scott. P.S. Read. The. Chapters…Dumbass.

 

Copyrightcopyright February 18, 2019

~More Writer’s Blogs from other fellow WordPress Users

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Hello everybody, I want to invite you to view some awesome other writer blogs from my friends.

Here are a couple of them here:

willboywonder

Will Saunders is an awesome and interesting poet that shares his thoughts, ideas, and inspirations all in one convenient place. Will also has a lot of uplifting material as well:

https://willboywonder.wordpress.com/

 

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unbolt

Unbolt is a super cool blog that features not only stories and short stories, some of which can be quite humerous and creative.The blog also has quite a bit of  illustrations as well. The blog even features other various poets.

https://unbolt.me/

 

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john coyote

John Coyote is an awesome Christian blog that has some very uplifting material that I have read to help keep me up in spirits many times.

https://johncoyote.wordpress.com/

 

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factopoint

My awesome and inspirational buddy named Chandan, is truly a gifted individual.

He has a whole team of confidence boosting work and lifetips that will help you take on the day.

https://factopoint.wordpress.com/

 

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a writer's soul

A writer’s soul is a blog by a very talented woman.

Her writing includes a good detail of love poems as well; you can virtually get lost inside her work.

https://awriterssoulblog.wordpress.com/

 

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zeckrombryan

My bud zeckrombryan is truly an awesome person. His work is very good, and you can almost find yourself getting lost within it. Like you enter into a wonderland right there across the words.

https://zeckrombryan.com/

 

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reowr

Reowr is an awesome poetry blog that features quite a bit of poems.

It’s like a grab bag of awesome, only instead of chocolate, its like rainbows and glitter that just burst from out of the bag! (P.S. He also has a really cute cat pic. 😉

https://reowr.com/

 

~

melody of words

My friend Pragati Chauhan is an awesomely magical writer.

She writes about a great deal of awesome stuff, and will definately keep you interested in what she has in store next.

https://melodyofwords.com/

 


Well, there you have it.

Please check out these awesome people’s wordpress blog as well.

ALSO I have so, so, soo0o0o many followers, I want to thank you all for your support.

IF I missed you and you would like for me to feature a link to your blog, please let me know be it message, of even email. I will gladly showcase you. 🙂

-from you friend, Gregory Thomas

The Knights and the Dragon

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Freedom is worth dying for.

Therefore, the freedom of others is even more so worth dying for.

A man failing at trying to free others is even more so freer than the man who succeeds in allowing oppression to happen.

The Eve is a gift that should be free. 

Therefore it is in the destiny of all men to foil the wicked deeds of those who would seek to destroy them.

What freedom is a blind man?

And what freedom is a man who can see but has no vision?

Freedom is the golden gift that hangs in the balance of our hearts; and the knight that embarks his inevitable journey to save the beauty of life–

love is the king that unlocks our venture.

In the fairy tales, the dragon is always destroyed.

The dragon is hated by all, is without love, pitied, and forsaken.

But the knight always has power, and rescues the distressed.

Every single man born was born to protect those who can not protect themselves.

It is our inevitable oath.

Love is without failing, therefore the man who shows no love will fail at everything.

The air like a golden ribbon, the soul the dew;

the solace of the noon-

the frolic of the tide’s boon–

the heart beats in motion;

How strong is a man too weak to even escape himself?

Copyrightcopyright January 13, 2019