Peace versus War


The difference between Peace Overlords

and Wardog Overlords;

Is that Peace Overlords die trying to achieve peace.

And Wardog Overlords die, trying to achieve war.

Remember I told you, war is intangible. It can’t be held in one’s hand.

It can’t be stopped.

Eventually your government will make money from off of war.

It can’t be helped, they get bored. And they greed.

Boredom welcomes greed, believe it or not.

But Boredom also welcomes war.

An android falls into the sky, it is called an eye.

It is a frozen war, mankind call the Cold War.

Ambition is always in the eyes of EVERY dictator.

But ambition strides through poison ivy.

She is liberty fleeing, and embracing her spouse:


She is beautiful, I love.

You, love. she is the dove. Her arms are butterflies, she flies away.

Inside you she is welcomed. She is your heart, my brothers.

She makes you breathe.

You will breathe in war, until beyond control-

because war is like armor, worn by the soul…


Copyrightcopyright February 20, 2018


The Self Aware Gamble


We create our own monsters.

The blast that shape-shifts the skies, is what mankind uses for their clouds-

we intercept the bank robbers, that wear the same skin, we used last night.

We follow the spark behind the fireflies glow, that has our name embedded on the bones-

we follow our own orders, when we go to war. We witness the whites of our own eyes that is shone-

and we hear our own voice when we call out our name-

but what we had, ran the race we invented.

What apparatuses we so recreate. Replace us to do our jobs.

We replace ourselves.

What artwork we painted, with what arms we so reach with-

we are the clouds that pass over hollow skies,

We are, until we aren’t.

 Then we must face what is to come.

When they’re no more building blocks to shapen with.

Copyrightcopyright February 8, 2018


The Hands of Resistance


For the same reason why you fear,

is the same exact reason mankind drinks beer-

stumbling down the staircases of power do you belly flop onto the canvas plains of destruction.

Vomiting the sickness of power over the pavement of civilizations do you stumble into the throne-

enraptured into your drunken eyes-

hungry eyes-

devouring the gazes of others falling deep-

into the whites of your eyes.

And the same exact reason why you love to love, means you love what you don’t hate-

the bed used as a tank and the missiles of passion into the bodies you lay with-

caresses like a solider’s orders do you french-kiss the mouths of fate, your moans of war looms along the embracing of chaos-

you love what you don’t hate, but hate what you don’t love.

And into the skies the balloons used as our flags-

the puppet strings are a child’s plaything they let dangle upright like a warning-

and floating is the eyes that watch all other nations like a hawk, does the child’s prance of wrath turn into their own joy.

Joy is used as a nostalgic memory, a game. For the children become insane-

peace for the warlords means war for the overlords-

love for the merry, means alcohol for the mistress, means happiness for the content, meaning many, long hard years of prayer;

faith is used for comfort-

hands are used for shaking. And school books are used as the step stools to peer over the mechanical overlords awakening…

Copyrightcopyright February 1, 2018

WarBaron’s Overscore


Into the depths you frolic into despair;

You wear legionary armor, and enter the war bound lair-

Your fight flies into the skies, and shakes the ground-

You wear the warpaint of your ancestors, and head into fate-

your boots on ground, and earthquakes. Eyes shake-

hand in hand with warmongers; the war barons are savage-

Until you win the war;

and go back home. And go to bed.

And then wake up hand in hand with your families like magic,

forgetting the chaos that happened.

Then war calls again for you to move along-

To return back to where you belong…


Poem meaning: Talks about who soldiers who’ve been fighting 

a long time find trouble adjusting back to civilian lifestyle.


Copyrightcopyright January 26, 2018

Fog of War


Into the fog of war, you will find;

that the world at war opens to the potholes inside-

from the depths of the fighting, soldiers fall into despair;

inevitably entering the war-dogs lair-

cast into the pit of warfare alike;

mankind is made into,

it is where, even God’s rainbows

and falling rain fight-

and the bullets from airdogs hurdle into the deepest doom.

It’s where my eyes lock onto the missiles of fate-

where my gaze causes craters when I stare at the ground-

shakening the earth like a quake-

it’s where my tears turn into bullets, and snatch away my joy and sorrows-

it is where my heart builds a trench, and a lead-made shelter, and

deep into my vengeance it burrows-

Its where I hold my comrades, like a broken rattle held by an infant-

its where the flags of our four fathers, hang on for dear life-

at the House, and the Rising Sun infinite…


Copyrightcopyright January 8, 2018

I will Avenge


Into the shadows I have been submerged.

Infinite silence I am encased in.

Inevitable depths I am all around.

Unforgotten memoirs of war, for my country I have fought hard for.

I am in the pit of despair, within myself. I have been submerged within myself.

The flag of my homeland has turned as black as coal.

I travel farther, dig deep within me,

until I uncover revenge.

In the deepest part of mine own soul…

until I am my own enemy.

The sickening sound of my own heart seeking my own heart! My inevitable doubt fleeing from that doubt! My heartless center, at the center of my own chest. My comrades, my friends, every single thing that I have know, shall die in vain. For I have seen my own self without self. I have lost the honor of my own honor- Like a soldier, fighting an invisible war, I am the fog of war that surrounds the fog of war that I fell from the skies from!


I am the inevitable depths of all things unknown, unknown I am a fighter into the horrible depths! And INTO I go! I fell into the fate of no return. The sky bomber, whose wings shoot out from the clouds like an angel, but lay waste to our homeland’s enemies, like death…But just like the drones- I have no mind, I might as well be the drone, as the plane of warfare flies itself.

And it is this way forever. Until war ends. And I am removed from war, to return again back home.


Copyrightcopyright December 2, 2017

I made Tumblrs!


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.


   (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…) 

 (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.)


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