The Abstract Art Gallery
Broken, confused writer Jack Thomas puts the images in his mind on display in this "Blog." He dives into personal experience and his observations of the world to share his take on morality, childhood trauma, creativity, relationships, sex, politics, religion, violence, reality and more. Using countless formats from narrative driven short stories, to poetry, to song lyrics and philosophical explanations.
...determined hands continues forward towards some nonexistent goal.
Thoughts in distress and panic beg for forgiveness. For a chance to avoid this purposeless punishment. But it will not be granted. They shall not be freed. They are the inspiration, caged and tortured. Their pain is real thus it must be bottled...
Read More...where to go to probe and let go.
If so, he’ll let flow drive slow and let know.
Although the cold wind blows through the car window.
Withering and lost, the cost of splintering losses.
Fickle the frail bearing of a hindering...
Set the past ablaze
Orange flames
Clear storage space
Erase bad days
Leave
...take the red one from the other hand of that same motherfucker, man.
It’s the same blue pill you took. Food coloring.
Stupid people making stands on opposite sides, opening way for the plans of the man that’s truly in command.
The distraction is the fight. Keep you actively right in their li...
Read More...them. Thus the question rises, whether they’re avoided because of the fear of labels. And it makes no sense. They’ll be avoided because for some reason the delusion dictates that a writer is just a writer and a philosopher is just a philosopher? There’s no trace of where this twisted concept of what a “writer” allegedly is came from. A writer writes.
And I love to theorize on physics.
And I love to create through chemistry.
It’s unknown why the struggle is to shine light on these things. A writer that doesn’t write is no writer. Only fiction gets written. Words which exist only within text and thought. Imaginary constructs with sub-dimensional intelligence navigating those realities. But these things hold no meaning, no purpose. They are intentional creations which assures...
Read MorePhilosophy
Abstract, Thought
Enlightening, Inspiring, Elevating
Beyond Science and Religion
Reality
1. Death, Physical Ejection
2. Narcissism, Reflection, Erection,
3. God, Eye, I
4. Love, Eye, I, Her
5. Hands, Prison, God
6. Time, Always
7. Life, False Representation
Read More...The tiny little lightless block.
Trapped.
Suffocation.
Delusional ghosts lie and accuse of life.
Paranoid imaginary friends with bad advice.
Psychotic reflection, emotionless and cold.
Bipolar tendencies in circles.
Catatonic denial.
Smashed elbows.
Smashed knees.
Smashed shoulders....
...soul, millions of pieces. Meanwhile, the reflection stands, chin high. It observes the nothing where the broken heart once stood.
“You can’t wait to eat who?” It says.
The fragmented person can’t respond.
“You might win out there, but I always win in here.” It sings.
Shreds of body form together and rebuild the original frame, minus its sense of reason. A car without a driver.
The reflection brushes itself off, the body does too...
Read MoreI refuse to finish this or edit it.
Read More...choke and struggle,
Yet, nothing comes out,
And I’m the one stopping myself,
But I don’t know how,
There’s no failure
Don’t quit, don’t fail
Time outruns everything while the blank page rests,
Infuriating interruptions seem countless,
Still, I feel it tingling my skin,
The lights die out,
My hands begin to spill the ink,
It feels like I’m getting somewhere,
I’m delusional here,
And I write,
Scratch it out,
Try the laptop,
Wipe it out,
It’s almost morning and I’m still sitting right here,
And I panic,
And I panic,
But I’m still right here,
Thinking is harder,
And I’m stressing much further,
The doubts questions...
...crumbling infrastructure.
From buildings to dust, living to fertilizer.
The true power of the moving arrow is infinite beyond understanding.
The tower of then and now stands tall overseeing every second.
Time sits on its thrown, bleeding its immense influence waterfalls over all.
Its influence which reaches into the depths of perception itself.
Cruel time with its dark sense of humor.
It’ll patiently discipline another through years of dedication.
And after long enough...
Reality
Obscure, Subjective
Changing, Morphing, Evolving
Nothing Is For Sure
Wavelength
No One Thing Is Real
The All Is Mental, Static
Global Consciousness
Understand, You Don't See Reality
It Is An Illusion, A Fantasy
The Truth Is Simply Blurred
As Is What You've Heard
Subjective Experience Is Just Thought
...we always do this twisted little dance.
And we fight.
And we get over it.
And we fight.
And we get over it.
There’s no reason when either of us can’t quit on the other.
But we don’t.
Regardless of whether or not I ignore her for entire days at a time.
Whether I tell her my deepest truths or not.
Whether who I show up as is truly me or the lie I’ve made up.
She’s always there.
Always teaching me more.
Always making me better.
Always making me whole.
So I’m always here.
And I’m a bastard.
But I’m still here.
Who she saw as a child is not who she sees now.
Those are two different people.
My innocence...
...Kid’s sight taught to fight, not opt to sit. Slight opposite, aight? Knock, knock the shit.
His brain high. Tame, fine. Yet, came night and fight or flight after crime. Same time, saw the light. “Who’s there?”...
Read MoreStruggle writing words?
Get over it and write, now!
You’re holding YOU back!
And you won’t get anywhere without work
Without struggle, sweat, pain, anger and hurt
It might seem quite stark
At times a bit dark
But writing must be treated like a flirt
Dedication
Focus, Determination
Challenging, Disciplining, Teaching
Minds That Want Work
Sit!
