Lost within the mire.
In thy broken rubble play
Children of the night.
Whence came the light
Decrepit structures falling down,
Cobwebs twist in darkest corners fright,
Ominous thunder in the break
Power sure with knowledge pure
Poetry has been a part of Gregory's life since 1969. A simple calligraphic pen and a bottle of ink placed the flow of drawing and the flow of words into a single expression. The dynamics of that flow, very similar to the Chinese brush painting and Japanese Haiga, evolved quite naturally for a number of years during Gregory's tenure at East Carolina University.
Many paths intersect and trail from simple beginnings. Many forms of expression and many mediums emanate from a diverse mind. But the simple word and the simple brushstroke speak volumes to their place. Poetry is a magical statement, full of power and vitality. Gregory's poetry is not an adornment, the poetry is from his soul and is intended as a spell. The words are woven from his heart and are a direct manifestation of the Blessed Realms, influencing all who read them to partake of the Sacred Waters of Truth and Purity, that will cleanse all mankind one day; and take us all to our true destiny.