Wardog Overlords

Him who flies sideways across the skies;

scrapes a scar against the overscore-

and bombs from the fighter slash through the skies;

opening potholes, like doors-

because the insane are engulfed in the flames;

indeed. The fire in their eyes…

For they see the nightmares, flickering madness, hurdling war over-sized-

and the men and women, laughing gas, immune to the war;

why they leap to and frou, past dead souls. All the way to the core-

they glide like the falcons, the samurai; American kamikaze, heart and soul-

they greed for vengeance, they forget themselves;

forever. Unsung, and unknown-

but this is the glory of them that is;

they who fall into the skies-

hurdling lead in air, as clouds that cry;

endlessly awakening the night…

Copyright August 8, 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

The Never-Ending War

A heart of war is a lonely soul;

and the battles of man, a curse-

The sword that strikes, strikes flesh alone;

like a vampire off blood, it thirsts-

soldiers march and knights are the plague;

dying by the hordes-

of deaths in vain, the victims slain;

buried without their swords-

For war is hatred, inevitable and raw;

infecting the skin of men-

war accepted, and wrote into law;

war, again and again…

Poem Meaning: Talks about how we can’t let war

consume us, otherwise it could create chaos throughout our country.

Copyright October 19, 2014

The Day the Juice Drank Down

The juice drank down, and then gushed the inner throat;

gobbled down like water, and slurped warm like a coat. The evening day that was, like a glass of good juice;

slurp, slurp, slurp! And shaking the tonsils loose! Gulp, went the thirst quencher, all the way down. The day the juice drank down real good, sliding down ounce by ounce. The blood from the drops colored the tongue red, and red as red as can be;

Boy, that drink sure did hit the spot! No more thirsty me!

Poem meaning: Refers to vampires drinking blood

 

Copyright October 16, 2014

The Message Received

Ships sail, planes fly;

ships running gracefully, planes flapping wings high-

along the open yonder, and yonder far and wide-

for good soldiers shall receive a greater hope, like a pie;

good soldiers shall rack up points, for the winning side-

and hope, has ears surely;

people of America, like ice cream from Mr. Swirly-

because when they say hope floats;

well, I guess that just means hope floats, till it reaches our Air-force-

where hope shall join with honor, and courage shall be the main course!

Copyright March 28, 2014

The Hawks of War

The hawks of War, drop bombs galore;

they float like a butterfly, and sting like a plane;

waiting and readying themselves, for more-

for even war, waits for war, in where a soldier waits for nothing;

seeing our boots on the ground is really truly something-

for the air hawks soar above the lines, like angels;

guardians over the winning side-

and savers of America’s very hide!

Copyright March 27, 2014

Soldiers of Rock

Soldiers take their guns, and then jams to the beat;

machine guns like guitars, that squeals with a squeak-

for when war hats are removed, revealed are epic strands;

“The Green Berets” sound just like a rock band!

But other rock bands compete against each other;

The Tali-Band, or A.K.A. “The Bomb’s Brothers”;

but then epic sounds, blow other countries away-

 winds so strong, it pulls back cheeks;

as our soldiers can keep this up all day!

Like lightning, our bazookas join into the fray;

America’s epic strands, in every single way!

Copyright March 27, 2014