The Carnage of Waiting

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There is an inescapable utter madness that follows,

behind every silence.

In an empty despair, you wait and wait motionless.

You fall into the void of nowhere schemes, you wait for your eyes to open again.

You wait to hear the maddening crowd; ignore you into the silence.

You wait to hear yourself seeing the world from all around. You wait with no name to yourself, you etch the blank canvas of words filled in every which way-

and you see no wealth, none whatsoever; you are unsung, your words cry out. And you die within the same silence, written in all of your letters-

Nobody reads your fate. You read your own.

Nobody witnesses your visions. Your eyes glaze over, and peer deep within yourself-

you and your soul. Alone in the solace. While the dirt all around you is turned into gold;

You pick apart the scraps they left behind;

and embrace the silence. The madness within you stolen, because silence, is golden…

Copyrightcopyright February 12, 2018

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The Unanswered Silence

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When you find out why you were born, you

will erase the fears.

And yet most fear the failure.

She is the mother-ship that hurdles in alien policies.

she is the unknown space woman, that floats above an imaginary line.

she is the freckled maiden, running into your arms. She is the beauty,

her arms are your embrace. She is the soft voice,
she is the choice.

she is the heart, for your emptied male center, and she will breath your life, until your coldness thaws…

She is the emptied despair, that is never there.
She is the void, that fails to care.
She is the stone, the heartless entity.
She is nowhere.
Forever, and ever unseen-

She is the greed, she is the release.

She is her and her around the planets. Watching in your eyes,

searching for guidance.

And it is her, the sphere, the circle, the fear-

that stretches you farther away from you.

She is a thought. An idea; abstract-

The bane that is forever your boon

 

Copyrightcopyright January 14, 2018

The Cold Wind Sung by Night

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A faceless monster reflecting my own image descends upon my conscience.

A no name wastrel, my own reflection devours my flesh like a serpent.

An unsung lonely wanderer dies inevitably within the solace-

the FBI gather like a black fog among the silent night-

the silence of mankind is inevitable, the same-

because the fate of it all, is to become your fate, and your fate is to hand over, you and your memories-

to your own solace.

You are the awakening vessel amidst your foggy burrows. You are the depths of your own mind. How deep you fall into yourself.

You are the spiraling tunnel at the end of the greatest tunnel. You are the lonely man, women, child-

sent to die from either aging,  being slain, or other-

you are your mother. Your son, and your brother. You are your escape, your caged, your imprisoned.

You are your artwork, painted in blood on a skin-shaped canvas, you are the meat you eat. You are the decaying thoughts adrift.

You are the inspiration you forgot, you are the past. The present. The future. You are the sins, you are the blessings. You are the house you stay, and the key for a prison’s way out.

You are the agents, the detectives merely follow themselves.

You are the entering of the beautiful gates to heaven.

Or you are at the gates of hell.

Poem Meaning: You are what you choose to be.

And your fate is forever followed by your choices.

 

Copyrightcopyright January 2, 2018

 

 

The Sea of Ghost

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Yes indeed, into the entering sea;

a frolicking lifeforms dies underneath. Her arms are torn from her by way of her own paddling arms;

she uses her, in fin-tailed form, until she dies along the shores-

she is the fallen whale that men devour for their feast;

and she haunts their dreams, every time

her beauty to them goes amiss.

Because to be the open heart, means open heart surgery;

only to those that care about the heart.

And those that don’t even understand themselves, what the heart is.

Are no different, from the dying maidens exodus, following death by tail and fin…

 

Copyrightcopyright December 26, 2017

Killing the Fear

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No more afraid, is equal to no more

enslaved;

war-barons unlimited, all unbound by the darkness. They have done away with their

infinite worries, they have ascended. They have become Elysium, all the way;

and darkness is bended. Wounds are mended. They have killed the fear;

and now become overlords. They have moved the shadows, and the boogiemen aside-

their enemies fear them now. And it is the chaos, unblinking; they act without feelings-

they have no remorse, for like a juggernaut they fear nothing, and stop at nothing;

they have forgotten themselves, at the very end of the tunnel. The very light at the other end, has now become the beams for their eyes, that they use-

to incinerate cities, pothole the grounds; to soar above, like the angel of death without sound-

and now that you know, why they can’t be stopped.

You now know why they must be stopped…

Copyrightcopyright November 28, 2017

I made Tumblrs!

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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.

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Nevadathehighelfbabe.tumblr.com

   (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…)

 

 Vestaphthesassyorc.tumblr.com 

 (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.)

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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