Joy and Sorrow


To be glad in the sadness,

Is to find joy in the


Copyrightcopyright August 25, 2017



Hi Everyone, I’m gunna be opening up way more of Cascadia Legends :)


Hello everybody. ūüôā

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 Old Man’s Misery


Heart don’t beat like it used to;

love doesn’t flow, like it’s supposed to-

I am dried out, like abandoned soap;

I am raw, off regret and woe-

80 years off a regret, that shall haunt this old man;

the years of terrible choices, I shall never ever withstand-

a lifeless corpse walks the path around the bed;

living while dying as I am, the living dead-

with nothing but the conscience left over,

from the very past that I’ve led…

Copyrightcopyright December 18, 2014

The Heart That Duels Hope


I am older than dirt. Dirt covers frozen bodies, like skin cloaks over the soul. I waited like a man wanting something, but something is fickle, like a change of heart, lo, what cruelest change of heart. She strides ever  so, her lonely soul;

she wanders adrift, amongst the frozen snow. And I a,m in awe, of the very thing I admire, the very same essence, I shalt nay acquire. For she walks the walkway above me, while I am upon cruel ground;

she fades in and out, her very beauty, and walts with nay a  sound-

she is, the cold shoulder, the body that turns it’s back on you;

For she is the empty school made damned, teaching men how to lose.

As in this, I, am taught very well;

I am a scholar of being;

an empty former self.

I wander alone, and thus this is so;

does not despair torment thee, of their very souls?

I watched many years fall apart in her eyes;

I heard the fading wails of winter, until it die-

she and I are like as, and like as is cruel;

the way the broken heart wars with hope, and to the death, they duel-

I am older than dirt, still lonely at heart;

waiting for the dirt to cover over, and cover me over until dark…

Copyrightcopyright December 15, 2014

Only Here to Stay


The leaves of green stems crowd

it’s pettles to crash the very ground;

by way of my hand’s touch, the

leaves crumble without a sound-

I am only here to stay, my shadow

the only presence;

I am the gust that fills the house, a phantom for life, I am sentenced-

A man is faded like a useless ghost,

across the forever, without his soul-

just like a shipwreak;

this house is the crash, and I am the sailor, and forever to last-

Copyrightcopyright October 21, 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


Copyrightcopyright October 16, 2014