Poems for soldiers (or people in the military)

All of these poems are for people in the military. They offer moral support, and comfort!

~Chronologue COMPLETE In a DAY OR TWO…!

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Hello everybody!

It’s Gregory Thomas again!

I have SOME SUPER EXCITING NEWS!

My very first  book Chronologue, will be complete in a day or two—maybe even sooner!

The last phase of book interior design is almost done, my editor is doing the finishing touches now.

My book will be 40 chapters (only because the chapters are short) 😉

and be action-packed from start to finish.

Chronologue is a science fiction dystopia, based in the future; it’s about AI and robots trying to take over the world and turn people into machines.

 

Once my interior designer is done, I will need to look over all of the edits—yep, I gotta read my entire book of 40 chapters once more. @_@

Once its done, I will be self-publishing through Amazon.

Then the process will be to set it up. I am going to have both an ebook and physical copy. I will need to set up my page to make buying the book accessible, I’m not sure what price my book will be as of yet.

I have my own ISBN number and Bar Code from Bowker, everything is copywritten.

 

I will keep everybody here posted. I want to thank you all for your support over the years. Know that once my book it popular, I do have movie plans… 😉

This means I may be looking for actors.

 

-from Gregory Thomas

 

P.S. You should know that I’m already writting the sequal to my book Chronologue, and I’m already on ch. 14 as we speak. 🙂

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The Battle in The Frost

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A stagnant war only adapts…

There is no way out, and only the understanding of our hearts.

We are all prisoners of war.

Motionless to the change we are sleeping knights on American soil.

as the cold war reclaims.

Frost is the ocean struggling to glide across the skies.

The wartorn pilot swings an empty gaze, and his eyes shake-

at the sight of the glassy Fog of War remade;

like a clayman boons the pottery, the battalion boons the everglade;

and the soul is like a falling stone, diving for the skies, we shape the manmade clouds we glide–

Copyrightcopyright July 15, 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

Haikus and Good News

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Now peace falls into the minds of those who understand it;

peace is understood by the quivering eyes, the heartbeats;

a fidgeting disguise–

the face is but a face, in the full view of other faces, the walking bodies the loving waltz through life meeting and greeting the endless stride–

A heart, in nature.

Love is love

is love.

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A glow, is it your face?

Amongst the trees with.

War paint?

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The art of war, no longer needed;

in the White Robes amongst us.

There is peace.

 

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The leaves understand,

their mother feeds them well,

in the harshest of lands.

 

Copyrightcopyright March 9, 2019

Battleships Deployed From Elysium

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And it is all’s fair in love and war;

just as it was before–

the tanks swinging opera across the suburbs;

the buildings lifting upward into the skies;

like falling up–

to greet the sunlight of the dystopian light;

the soldiers jumping rooftop to rooftop, creating craters into the ground with their stance;

a sixpence is equal to war;

and to look behind you would be a death sentence–

the floating planes;

a dogfight gathers ‘cross the skies;

and The Bombs of Fate falling down upon–

it’s like a volley of wrath upon our eyes;

Copyrightcopyright February 21, 2019

Warlords

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War is inevitable and can’t be stopped by mortal hands;

This is because the body is the war, and we

bring the battlefield with us.

In our search as politicians to send forth boots on the ground;

we discovered that we are all the ones wearing the boots.

The ribcage the iron bars that imprison the heartbeats of the soul.

The skeleton the jailer warden that keeps us from flight.

The skin the barbed wire that not only seals our freedom in;

but keeps others from entering our hearts.

The skull is the cage that keeps our thoughts from releasing.

The only place for the battlefield to lay in, is our minds.

Ambition fuels freedom.

Freedom fuels ambition.

The two are like shield brothers;

there is no forest more denser.

Without ambition, there is no drive–

without any drive, there is no purpose.

And it is in this, that we learn ourselves to be the floating orbs;

waltzing through life–

War is like armor worn by the soul;

our essence the fruit;

our spirit the bowl–

Copyrightcopyright January 23, 2019