Into the Badlands

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The quick overtaking of the dark. The rapid face of a twisting gaze.

You speeding knee-deep and grim into the infinite.

Life goes like a dim light into the blackness. You go head first hand-in-hand with the abyss.

And when you emerge from it, your face warps to the newly found imaginations that your corneas dare so witness.

 

-Gregory Thomas

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When its calm inside, a storm rages the surface…

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The storm outside. Its scary isn’t it?

Almost like fate. Sometimes fate can be a scary maiden.

Sometimes the only thing a child needs to be fearless, is destiny’s hand.

But destiny is formless, until seen. And sometimes we don’t see it, until we see it in another’s eyes.

The dying faint glow of logic, starts with the logic of understanding.

Sometimes not understanding, however, helps the drifter understand

even greater.

 

-Gregory Thomas

Hello on War and Poetry

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Hello. Gregory Thomas here, friends.

Is not the art of war, just Ballads for humans?

Was not the sound of listening alone the very concept of The Cold Wars?

Was not antebellum’s existence started on behalf of our mind and eyes?

Does not all of mankind wait on mankind?

Does it really suprise you that your eyes see what is around them?

Your mind is the most personal think you can have, and only your mind knows what your mind is thinking.

Your soul is caged by your own ribcage. Your blood is just drool, used for your body’s elixar.

Your eyelashes are just thorns, your chin is your body’s mountains.

But I ramble. What matters is that you hear the music through my words.

The words are the music, the mind is the canvas, your eyes are the window, and your voice can shatter all three of these things.

 

-From your friend, Gregory Thomas.

Flashing Glow

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enb 2018_06_04 16_48_30_44The flickering light that beams down from the light in the sky-

the sunlight, the building’s bane, when it goes insane, and it seeks out the venture of all things mishapened-

the luminance of its hue, that glows the moon. The lightbulb of space is a radiance away, glowing the fates of your soul within wake-

the surround of light, that light mustangs’ its wake.

To awaken your face, the brightness in hue;

brightening your gloom. The endless blast of light like a glass, to shatter the buildings from airplanes past-

the days past. Endless days, entering the rays. Deep freeze rays, you’re embraced.

By the cold of winter that marches the house, and searches the eyes, of all three, you, children and spouse. The searching for spies, traitors of yourselves. You see your reflection in need of help.

You understand that power overturns the skies, to collide the skies until died. You see the seeing of seeable seeings of seers sought after.

You hear the hearable hearing hearsays of heretics and hearable inaudible hearers-

unlocked the lockable lights to light up the lightning that unleashes its light to light fire into lifeless lights.

You alongside the merry-go-round of what is found amongst broken grounds.

She is the sword to pierce the dystopian houses you peer into, seeking to hide.

Your eyes, like a box in the attic you look up to search the above worlds. The space is limitless now that you found yourselves, falling upward into airless air.

Unleashed unto new worlds, you enter nowhere. You follow after the reckonings of

the flickering light that beams down from the light in the sky-

the sunlight, the building’s bane, when it goes insane, and it seeks out the venture of all things mishapened-

the luminance of its hue, that glows the moon. The lightbulb of space is a radiance away, glowing the fates of your soul within wake-

the surround of light, that light mustangs’ its wake.

To awaken your face, the brightness in hue;

brightening your gloom. The endless blast of light like a glass, to shatter the buildings from airplanes past-

the days past. Endless days, entering the rays. Deep freeze rays, you’re embraced.

By the cold of winter that marches the house, and searches the eyes, of all three, you, children and spouse. The searching for spies, traitors of yourselves. You see your reflection in need of help.

You understand that power overturns the skies, to collide the skies until died. You see the seeing of seeable seeings of seers sought after.

You hear the hearable hearing hearsays of heretics and hearable illaudiable hearers-

unlocked the lockable lights to light up the lightning that unleashes its light to light fire into lifeless lights.

You alongside the merry-go-round of what is found amongst broken grounds.

She is the sword to pierce the dystopian houses you peer into, seeking to hide.

Your eyes, like a box in the attic you look up to search the above worlds. The space is limitless now that you found yourselves, falling upward into airless air.

Unleashed unto new worlds, you enter nowhere. You follow after the reckonings

of the flickering light that beams down from the light in the sky-

the sunlight, the building’s bane, when it goes insane, and it seeks out the venture of all things mishapened-

the luminance of its hue, that glows the moon. The lightbulb of space is a radiance away, glowing the fates of your soul within wake-

the surround of light, that light mustangs its wake.

To awaken your face, the brightness in hue;

brightening your gloom. The endless blast of light like a glass, to shatter the buildings from airplanes past-

the days past. Endless days, entering the rays. Deep freeze rays, you’re embraced.

By the cold of winter that marches the house, and searches the eyes, of all three, you, children and spouse. The searching for spies, traitors of yourselves. You see your reflection in need of help.

You understand that power overturns the skies, to collide the skies until died. You see the seeing of seeable seeings of seers sought after.

You hear the hearable hearing hearsays of heretics and hearable inaudible hearers-

unlocked the lockable lights to light up the lightning that unleashes its light to light fire into lifeless lights.

You alongside the merry-go-round of what is found amongst broken grounds.

She is the sword to pierce the dystopian houses you peer into, seeking to hide.

Your eyes, like a box in the attic you look up to search the above worlds. The space is limitless now that you found yourselves, falling upward into airless air.

Unleashed unto new worlds, you enter nowhere. You follow after the reckonings of the flickering light that beams down from the light in the sky-

the sunlight, the building’s bane, when it goes insane, and it seeks out the venture of all things mishapened-

the luminance of its hue, that glows the moon. The lightbulb of space is a radiance away, glowing the fates of your soul within wake-

the surround of light, that light mustangs its wake.

To awaken your face, the brightness in hue;

brightening your gloom. The endless blast of light like a glass, to shatter the buildings from airplanes past-

the days past. Endless days, entering the rays. Deep freeze rays, you’re embraced.

By the cold of winter that marches the house, and searches the eyes, of all three, you, children and spouse. The searching for spies, traitors of yourselves. You see your reflection in need of help.

You understand that power overturns the skies, to collide the skies until died. You see the seeing of seeable seeings of seers sought after.

You hear the hearable hearing hearsays of heretics and hearable inaudible hearers-

unlocked the lockable lights to light up the lightning that unleashes its light to light fire into lifeless lights.

You alongside the merry-go-round of what is found amongst broken grounds.

She is the sword to pierce the dystopian houses you peer into, seeking to hide.

Your eyes, like a box in the attic you look up to search the above worlds. The space is limitless now that you found yourselves, falling upward into airless air.

Unleashed unto new worlds, you enter nowhere.

 

Because you still search for the utopia, cloaked over the shadows of this world.

New World Computer Ships

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And even the skies fought the skies,

to shoot fire into the skies;

and even people used people as people;

fighting the mechanical overlords-

for the face in the computer, like the man-in-the-moon-

giggling at the errors we type in;

all plotting against our doom-

seeing the clouds like cotton candy, we ate the space-

we filled the sea with ships to unearth the super in the computer-

our network a rebooter-

everytime removed.

And made outlawed to air on the news…

and the AI used battleships, that leapt from out the sea, sprouting wheels underneath; like a limoscene-

Releasing a thousand-and-one eyes that gleamed-

carrying lasers instead of guns,

The smiting hath begun-

a single eye in the middle of the sea-groundship-

and all in the path of its radiation became dustbunnies as they witnessed…!

With androids that looked human, but ridiculed mankind;

the bots flooded the homefront to march across the endless surround of their newly designed minds…

Copyrightcopyright June 3, 2018

 

NEVADA~Concrete Forest~EXCERPTS FROM MY STORY

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There was a clamor in the streets that rattled the ground, as a grave shouting

radiated from the walls in the alleyway. A young Light Elf woman with a backpack ran with all haste, her boots hitting the puddles in the pavement, her ear-splitting grin and crazed expression sparkled across her face; raindrops struck into her apparel as she swung a gun in her hands.

Three other elves hastefully throttled behind with her, one was a Fire Elf, orange skin, red eyes; the other two were Light Elves, one of which was chubbier than the other, “Kess! My legs are gunna give out on me!” The chubby male said.
Kess wiped the sweat from her frantic-crazed face onto her beanie and shouted back, “Shut up, FAT BOY!” The pair ran until they came to a fenced wall. The hefty male panted horribly and fell to the ground in anguish, Kess stretched her brows and stomped toward him, “Get up, fat boy!”
“Huuuh…Huuu…Huuur…!” The heavy almost unbearable pants of the hefty Light Elf only seemed to greatly anger Kess even more,
“We have to find another way” The Fire Elf cried out, “He’s too winded to-
“Move that fat ASSSS!” Kess shouted angrily,

 

 

“Enough!” Went the Fire Elf, “He can’t go on, we must fight them, hold them off!” Kess shook her head and began muttering to herself! She threw herself onto the ground along with the chubby elf, and stared her face into his,
“BRAAAAAAAAUUWH!” She furiously shouted in an illegible screech, “BRAAAAAAAUUURWW!” Kess’ wicked face fidgeted in rage as the fat elf tried his best to hold in a giggle, dirt from the gravel grime and wet not only stained into her clothes, but covered the side of her face,
“Fathomer Kess!” The Fire Elf shouted, as the sound of the cops running and alarms grew louder and louder, “Draw your guns, come on let’s go! We must-

 

 

“Mo’fucka you sleepy? Hmm?” Kess whispered to the man, then suddenly pulled herself back up off the ground, aimed the gun at the man, and shot him! The chubby elf’s body jumped and grimaced in pure shock, as Kess lifted his shirt, and hid a detonator just underneath and pulled it back over to cover it, “Go to sleep, sucka!”
“KESS! What have you done!?!” Both the other Light Elf and the Fire Elf stood mortified as they watched Kess leap high onto the fence, in their haste both followed and began climbing onto the fence with her-

 

Kess hissed, and with a lift of her leg she kicked the Fire Elf back from off the fence to fall back onto the ground, “Since ya’ll suckas wanna fight, go fight then SUCKAH!” The Fire Elf grabbed his side in pain and anger, with a heavy grunt and a frowned scowl piercing deep into the two as they continued climbing, the elf grabbed at his shirt, and ripped it in half until shreds! All along his body were the Yakuza markings, his back had etchings of endless buildings jaggered as if teeth, and Korean symbols coated on the sides, “GRAAAAAAAAAAH!!!” He went, as the cops ran from behind the corner with guns raised!

 

 

As Kess and the other Light Elf dropped to the ground and continued running, she reached into her pocket, and drew something she pressed to throw the switch to the detonator; the Fire Elf’s eyes only widened in more terror, along with the eyes of the cops, when the flashing red light from the chubby man’s shirt suddenly exploded violently, shattering the air barrier with rubble, fire, and ear-splitting noise, which seemed to cause the whole world to stop in mid-motion!

 

Copyrightcopyright May 30, 2018

 

Nevada~The Yakuza Queen~ excerpts from my story

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Hunting elves in the forest, removes

you from reality. But then again,

hunting yourself in the forest of your own mind, does the

same thing.

-Roaming Cascadian Caravan Troop

-The rain was heavy today, I could hear the passing Norvedian samurai, their wet geta struck the delicate ground every time. It was only just 5 years into the Genosin Wars, the Insane Elven Regime reclaiming the Dark Elven Territories. “Did you hear that they sacked the Cascadian hold of Arlington? Did you?! Oh my God…They ramsacked it, they only slayed the humans. Many ran! I hear they shoved hundreds of their unarmed kind, men, women, and children off the castle walls! They’re resentment toward their kind is out of reason!”

 

-All I heard from the armored hunched-backs was, “Traitor to your own race!” This, and “Traitor to your own race!” that, “The insane Genosin this, and that! Represent the elven race this” The madness was wicked! Me and my mother and four brothers agree that the madness is damn near on the verge of fascism! I thought the old world wars were abandoned, but the madness in the Elven France has reached its height! Singleport Urla is miserably besieged!

 

 

-It’s barbaric, it’s the medalight. They have it in their DNA. Their flesh is all speckled’ coloured! pink dots, blue dots, green dots, white dots, polka dots! Spots over their eyes! Some look yellow like the high elves, but then they change, some grow tusks like orcs, and then their eyes glow, their pupils gain a yellowish-whitish color. The disease is called Medillus Vitiligo. It stems back before the Great Wars! The new form, however, is manmade caused, and happens when the vaccine breaks down, and they become allergic to the sunlight. Other elven races morph into them, it causes spots. If the vaccine of 2279 was received too late, sometimes that happens.

 

 

 

-I ran out of the house as hurriedly as I could, trying to shake off the rain. I suddenly froze in my direction, looking over yonder past the crusty Burkisha and Friends Izakaya house, to see a gathered bunch of the emperor’s men.

They were all gathered around an awkward high elf woman. The woman was wearing a white kimono, she had a wicked old scar that ran along her left face. I crept in closer to hear what the lot were saying.

 

 

-“But get this though, tough guy!” The yellow woman railed at the samurai, and sassily swiveled her head “I ain’t GOT’s no damned passport! Can you get down wit’ where I’m comin’ from?” The dark elf samurai gritted his teeth, and reached an arm for her, when suddenly the jittery high elf woman threw a grip around the guard’s middle finger and broke it where they stood! “Get’a GRIP, mohfucka!” The insane woman hissed; her face stretched with the most quirky, magnanimous grin I have ever seen…! Her eyes darted and spiraled as the guard screamed for the skies.

 

 

-Next thing I remember, she flipped the dark elf’s arm upside down with him bowed in pain, the others drew their katanas in rage;

the high elf’s derpy expression stretched and warped in enjoyment, and within seconds, I saw four men’s forearms fly skyward without the body into the air by way of her own blade! It seemed her katana’s reach went far quicker than anybody else’s…

 

 

A man’s body flipped to land forward onto his torso, “But you can get down wit DIS’ though, SUCKA!” a swing of her foot into the samurai’s groin left his face to fidget and a whimper, as he twitched every muscle within his face.

 

-The Insane woman called Nevada wrapped an arm backwards over the flailing guard’s neck, and wailed, “Can ya dig it mah homie?” The guard yelled in japanese, I noticed the sweat pour down from all angles from off of the crazed bladeswoman face, “My homie, can you dig it?!? Can. You. DIG IIIIIIIIIAAAT?!” The dark elf uttered from out of his whimper, “Yes….Y-y-yes, I dig. Ack….I dig. I dig-g…It!”

Then Nevada blushed and batted her eyelashes, and released the guard, “Well okie dokey then, son!” she cooed. Then the woman walked forward a little…And stared right. At me.

She made here eyes widen, almost like the owls do. Mine widened too! Then, she winked at me! And her smile suddenly dissipated as she wandered off down the street, and deep into the mist, leaving the guards stunned in disbelief.

 

Copyrightcopyright May 21, 2018