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 Deepstress

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ScreenShot1058The deep of the sea, devours the feeble minds.

The seaweed become arms, the madness like water, drenching your ideas.

You free fall around yourself, until you find-

You are nowhere above or below, in the limbo watery valley of roads,

You sink to the bottom like the death of a stone!

 

then she appears.ScreenShot1067

She, with the body of a woman, but a shadowy fin elongated.

She in form, a fish? A Shark?

A devourer of the dark?

Her arms reach for you, and you reach for her, and she shrieks away!

Her madness like a crossbow as your embrace she enslaves…!ScreenShot1062

Then comes back she does, indeed! She and her fishy frame!

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She smells like roses, feels like marshmallows, and tastes like the salt that preserves your source.

Her of course!

She and her peaceful face smiling in your wake, she skips through the sea, hand-in-hand with your lifespan again.

And through cool waters, you withstand the waves of the unknown together!

Using her grace as your shelter

Flashing Glow

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enb 2018_06_04 16_48_30_44The flickering light that beams down from the light in the sky-

the sunlight, the building’s bane, when it goes insane, and it seeks out the venture of all things mishapened-

the luminance of its hue, that glows the moon. The lightbulb of space is a radiance away, glowing the fates of your soul within wake-

the surround of light, that light mustangs’ its wake.

To awaken your face, the brightness in hue;

brightening your gloom. The endless blast of light like a glass, to shatter the buildings from airplanes past-

the days past. Endless days, entering the rays. Deep freeze rays, you’re embraced.

By the cold of winter that marches the house, and searches the eyes, of all three, you, children and spouse. The searching for spies, traitors of yourselves. You see your reflection in need of help.

You understand that power overturns the skies, to collide the skies until died. You see the seeing of seeable seeings of seers sought after.

You hear the hearable hearing hearsays of heretics and hearable inaudible hearers-

unlocked the lockable lights to light up the lightning that unleashes its light to light fire into lifeless lights.

You alongside the merry-go-round of what is found amongst broken grounds.

She is the sword to pierce the dystopian houses you peer into, seeking to hide.

Your eyes, like a box in the attic you look up to search the above worlds. The space is limitless now that you found yourselves, falling upward into airless air.

Unleashed unto new worlds, you enter nowhere. You follow after the reckonings of

the flickering light that beams down from the light in the sky-

the sunlight, the building’s bane, when it goes insane, and it seeks out the venture of all things mishapened-

the luminance of its hue, that glows the moon. The lightbulb of space is a radiance away, glowing the fates of your soul within wake-

the surround of light, that light mustangs’ its wake.

To awaken your face, the brightness in hue;

brightening your gloom. The endless blast of light like a glass, to shatter the buildings from airplanes past-

the days past. Endless days, entering the rays. Deep freeze rays, you’re embraced.

By the cold of winter that marches the house, and searches the eyes, of all three, you, children and spouse. The searching for spies, traitors of yourselves. You see your reflection in need of help.

You understand that power overturns the skies, to collide the skies until died. You see the seeing of seeable seeings of seers sought after.

You hear the hearable hearing hearsays of heretics and hearable illaudiable hearers-

unlocked the lockable lights to light up the lightning that unleashes its light to light fire into lifeless lights.

You alongside the merry-go-round of what is found amongst broken grounds.

She is the sword to pierce the dystopian houses you peer into, seeking to hide.

Your eyes, like a box in the attic you look up to search the above worlds. The space is limitless now that you found yourselves, falling upward into airless air.

Unleashed unto new worlds, you enter nowhere. You follow after the reckonings

of the flickering light that beams down from the light in the sky-

the sunlight, the building’s bane, when it goes insane, and it seeks out the venture of all things mishapened-

the luminance of its hue, that glows the moon. The lightbulb of space is a radiance away, glowing the fates of your soul within wake-

the surround of light, that light mustangs its wake.

To awaken your face, the brightness in hue;

brightening your gloom. The endless blast of light like a glass, to shatter the buildings from airplanes past-

the days past. Endless days, entering the rays. Deep freeze rays, you’re embraced.

By the cold of winter that marches the house, and searches the eyes, of all three, you, children and spouse. The searching for spies, traitors of yourselves. You see your reflection in need of help.

You understand that power overturns the skies, to collide the skies until died. You see the seeing of seeable seeings of seers sought after.

You hear the hearable hearing hearsays of heretics and hearable inaudible hearers-

unlocked the lockable lights to light up the lightning that unleashes its light to light fire into lifeless lights.

You alongside the merry-go-round of what is found amongst broken grounds.

She is the sword to pierce the dystopian houses you peer into, seeking to hide.

Your eyes, like a box in the attic you look up to search the above worlds. The space is limitless now that you found yourselves, falling upward into airless air.

Unleashed unto new worlds, you enter nowhere. You follow after the reckonings of the flickering light that beams down from the light in the sky-

the sunlight, the building’s bane, when it goes insane, and it seeks out the venture of all things mishapened-

the luminance of its hue, that glows the moon. The lightbulb of space is a radiance away, glowing the fates of your soul within wake-

the surround of light, that light mustangs its wake.

To awaken your face, the brightness in hue;

brightening your gloom. The endless blast of light like a glass, to shatter the buildings from airplanes past-

the days past. Endless days, entering the rays. Deep freeze rays, you’re embraced.

By the cold of winter that marches the house, and searches the eyes, of all three, you, children and spouse. The searching for spies, traitors of yourselves. You see your reflection in need of help.

You understand that power overturns the skies, to collide the skies until died. You see the seeing of seeable seeings of seers sought after.

You hear the hearable hearing hearsays of heretics and hearable inaudible hearers-

unlocked the lockable lights to light up the lightning that unleashes its light to light fire into lifeless lights.

You alongside the merry-go-round of what is found amongst broken grounds.

She is the sword to pierce the dystopian houses you peer into, seeking to hide.

Your eyes, like a box in the attic you look up to search the above worlds. The space is limitless now that you found yourselves, falling upward into airless air.

Unleashed unto new worlds, you enter nowhere.

 

Because you still search for the utopia, cloaked over the shadows of this world.

I created another new WordPress

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nevadaHello friends!

I created another new wordpress featuring Nevada.


 

https://nevadathehighelfbabe.wordpress.com/


 

She once and still is on a tumblr site (nevadathehighelfbabe.tumblr.com)

But I don’t like how many bad things are on the site, (ranging from a bunch of demonic symbolism, bullying, sex and porn, etc.)

It is completely overwhelming and personally, I don’t think I have time for any of that childish attention seeking nonsense that the users there are showing.

The devs on the site have absolutely no pull or control on the site at all, and allow users to just run free with the nonsense. I don’t think they will survive another 10 more years without another major hacking or backlash hitting them.

 

 

Anyway, I am setting up a screenshot capture wordpress, in where I will post only skyrim pics from my game that I LOVE there. It will be funny, however some pics might be NSFW, just because of them being suited more for gamers (in where maybe elves in bikinis ^~^)

please support and let others know about it. Thank you very much.

 

-From your friend, Gregory Thomas

Future Depictions

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A fat-man died in the sands that cradle.

Into the speeding depths of the skies of ignorance, the unprepared are imprisoned in fear-

Harvesting towering sands, like crops the people tower;  endlessly awakening the heard. The melting face, of an idle mannequin, is used as an ice cream topping. Melting into cannon barrels.

Being used as the cream cones of sin.

Because into the future, are fathers of science, and soldiers of war shall combine-

they will lessen our reach over the web.

Our books will be banned, and society will be watched. Nobody will speak freely, not even the rich. Only the armed.

And you will see, that the government breeds. Men straight for the purpose of war.

Women will be free, and free into the darkness, shrouded by AI towers.

Cars will die. And be replaced with lesser cars. That make the others go obsolete.

Buildings will speak, and know you by name. And tell you secrets.

Countries will separate from one another.

Boats will be like frogs; they will hop from one place to the next.

Skin will forget what skin is.

People will give power to lamed objects, and some will bow before them.

The Atom bombs once feared by nations. Will go obsolete; they will turn them into fuel.

And people will be pleased by this.

Animals will pass away…Many won’t return.

And new bombs will seek out, like men on limbs, to search for who the powerful wish to die.

Children will live fast, and die young.

Clothes will be simply clothed creations, lacking passion.

The kids of the future will create contrary ideals-

And old ways will die off.

Good words will be remembered by great people.

But the villains of the past shall go faceless.

Businesses will weep, and poverty will be cheered.

Men will mate with idols (robots).

Christians will be feared.

T.V. will become dormant, and reruns will be prevalent-

but great films of the future will mindlessly ensnare the mindless.

Drugs that enhance strength will be endless…But side effects that morph humans into animals will be inevitable.

People will know the Christians in the room, before they know the politicians.

Politics will die off, and be replaced by the military.

Companies will bow before who has the largest arms.

rockets will be crowed the aether, lone wolves will devour satellites NASA will be enslaved by green legionaries.

Black suited men will abduct children and stray men.

And the mind will be breached by mechanical androids.

And people will find themselves tears of joy and sorrow,

embracing Earth’s nature.

Copyright February 12, 2018

Peace Overlords

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Can’t be stopped, is equal to can’t stop thoughts;

untouchable warfare is equal to insane obedience…

Mindless evil, following orders, above the bomb shelters, and mindless monstrous evils, rolling limbless, above bomb shelters-

because away from the chaos, is equal to into the canvas, of white light in where no one can kill you-

the warlord’s decent, darkness following; leaving a trail of death-

his eyes emptied of peace, but full of fire;

he builds lies, and the weak minded bow.

But every single last one of them flee in terror-

from the peace soon discovered that we few good left have found.

 

And it is over skies into the sound, in where arms stretch to hug babies, butterfly kisses

are used as eyelashes, and there is no sound, in where there is sound, no sound is sound that is no sound, that becomes the sound, that takes away no sound and enters nowhere, and buries deep into the sound that swings the sound that cradles the sound that shapeth the sound, that was no sound that trumpets the sound too quiet to be a sound that harvests the sound that cries out the sound without tears from the sound that takes away and gives back no sound at all.

And this is peace at its finest. Peaceful and insane. The way, young minds awoken from the blaze. Can hide away into the craters of unfinished dreams, watching from the distance, at the burial of they, that dream nightmarish schemes…

Watch as their skin die, just underneath of its own sleeves…

 

Copyrightcopyright December 14, 2017