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.
...tocs by I watch those around me die
Meanwhile I’m still along for the ride?
How the fuck is that alright?
How am I supposed to sleep at night knowing that I should have died?
Been dead inside
Desperate thoughts run my mind but I still answer with “No, I’m fine.”
Days roll and I’m dazed strolling to places I don’t know
Just looking for hope, maybe even my soul
I don’t know where to go
My home is no longer my home...
I’m just a kid scared, confused
Life isn’t fair, shit
Watchin’ cartoons tryna tune out while dodgin’ hits
Gettin’ punished when I toon out tryna have fun and shit
Refuse to be a nuisance
And I don’t know what I did to deserve this
Just want you to smile but I don’t know if it’s worth it
Didn’t curse or misbehave to be being treated this way
But in my mind it plays in such a way that it states this is how you’re happy
So I take it and stay quiet, whether or not its maddening
Let you do what you will even though inside I’m dyin
Tryna fight the monster in my head lyin’ tellin’ me this isn’t right
Tryna fight back cryin’ so she won’t give me a “real reason” to have tears in my eyes
I love you mom, and why not take a hit for the team...
Strings dangle tangled in a mess of arms and legs bobbling and jiggling in response to the puppet master
Dolls only think they’re alive, but little do they know their story is controlled by the man behind the curtain
A great pretender lies to the audience and claims entertainment is the reason
Lustful pleasure from the power of control, manipulation of behavior and circumstance
The grand narrative of the underdog rising to the challenge
An audience presents with suspended disbelief and begs for an escape from the mundane nature of reality
The disguise of a tragic story is the most escape from Post-Modern society most will ever encounter
Morbid outrage fills the emotional gap within the jaded viewers
They watch for as long as the shows lasts, for all ends and internal sensation is a rare artifact
The echoes of art bounce off the walls of innovation
Influence is comparable to teaching the method to someone hopeful to improve form
Replication with alteration
The new design inspired by the old blueprints
Tower tops have nifty middle parts stationed on a foundation
Brick stacking with warped familiarity and enhanced complexity
Synonymous with imitation is the act of creation
I’m busy flipping words. Not sure what you’ve heard, but these syllables are at least inferred. Madness has occurred, yet, with that bird aimed at your herd all I’ve been told is how much to curse. Insane letters swapped with better, hotter ones. Soon to hear what’s not in stores but has got the cure.
Read MoreWhite letters keyed aboard the white canvas, elegant strokes of the ego by delicate hands
The vivid gateway hiding inside the skull must be romanced when explored
Understood fully from outside before opening the door in
Brush ink gentle as bright syllables speak for themselves
A pen that paints the page is the goal
The people nearest death from old age seem to, more than not, get to an "I'm Ready" state of mind where they no longer fear death. This is a short explanation as to why this might be and how most of us will also get to the same mental state.
Read More...otherwise pitch black life
Roll the dice any chance I get
Where I am won’t suffice
I won’t tolerate shit
DNA spliced
Half human and half strive
Consuming my past life
Improving through wise eyes
Crucified by insane heights
Precise computing power
Applied with acrobatics
This robotic exotic product of “being” brought it
Not diplomatic but static
With anger I’ve had at it...
Hissy Fit Anger
Recreational Outrage
Zero Solutions
...hide and seek while old Fred dies
With his dick tied to the TV
Two fingers up his ass
At least he tried to fuck the stars
Mary Mac just won a pool game with a ball of crack
Behind the reception counter
Hides a fatty
Some powdered molly
While she attends some hottie lookin’ for his daddy
Dan with his little badge ain’t shit
Imagine it, standin’ with his dick in his hands
Not doin’...
...red sparked dead shut
Rolled back because of head
Parked at the park’s shadows in the dark
Two wedding rings dropped in the coin tray and put away
Steamed windows rattle moans
Secrets whispers before going back home
“Let’s run away,” she says
As if it’s a game we’re playin’
Where we get to do and say anythin’
“Leave our marriages and children...
...moments bring me to life
When I can be honest
And convey my mind
Happily I’ll comply
Fair huntin’ facts ‘cause talk’s cheap
Ten cents a minute plus tax fee
Trying to design the right rhyme to strike a chord
And enlighten the mind, of course
To fight and force
The light to shine on what the night hides inside it
And change the course
There’s nothin’ that’ll stop me
When I’m moving
When I’ve caught a groove smooth, It’s soothin’
Inspiration stops me choosin’
Fluent, it drives me cruisin’
Top down, shootin...
...overwhelms her and puts Stacy in a catatonic state of rapid contemplation.
Family wants to meet the newborn and Stacy’s agreed to fly to Arizona to introduce her lovely new daughter to them, but as the date of the flight approached the anxiety built up, the regret for agreeing settled in. Now, she must make a choice.
In Stacy’s mind a film replays the solution for the same problem the last time it came up, ten years ago. She drowned little baby Liz with the excuse that she got into the tub and filled it on her own. The police always sides with the mother...
Read More...word smith
Crafting a steel sentence
With sharp edges
To cut heads and wreck shit
Reckless
The harps are played
By deranged angels
Estranged from heaven
After strange events led
To sketchy circumstances
In my bed
Words with guns
Hunt for fun
Someone’ll end up dead
Someone better run
The pen pops
Like a shotgun
Everyone flies, gone
Leaving a mark
Plunging a fool into darkness
That’s you when I’m done with this
I play around in my thoughts
Pump out bars that are scorching...
An entire story packed into a single line of dialogue.
"Look, I know you've lost a lot to get this chalice. It's power will, in fact, return the planet to a healthy green living sphere, but if you don't cross the stream and return to your reality I'm afraid you'll be trapped on this end and never save your people. Farewell, friend!"
Read More...heart is true
This hate for you burns
Insane it hurts
This want to rid the earth
Of the dumb shit that its birthed
We’re gonna fight
I’m gonna kill the lights
Stalk you from the shadows
With a fork and knife
Barbeque sauce
A side of fries
A glass ketchup bottle
Broken in half
To stab you with
The other half I made you swallow
We’re gonna have a blast
We’ll have a laugh
Memories that’ll last
You’re confused
I’m no thug
I’m a psycho
A monster
Pull up to your lawn
In a white van
Windows gone
Your late wife behind the wheel
Decomposed I suppose
I step out with a AK
Alongside your kid
You thought he dead
Been missin’ for years
But here he is
UZI in each hand
That little kids a real killer
Give em what he ask for
I wouldn’t want to push...
...packed detail into layers under the surface. Excess fat gets cut and disposed of to expose the purest diamonds remaining amongst the rubble of applied pressure and infrastructure collapse. The wisest minds construct complicated yet delicate geometric intricate patterns in stories erected alongside others that are all held together by their singular thread. If pulled, then shattered, shredded. Marble sentences crushed into single words with universes compressed into every letter in ways that’ve not been heard. A fantastic graveyard of blurry vistas, colorless paintings...
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...shut up and stay. On your knees and don’t move, you don’t want to know what happens if you do. What’s in your pocket? A fucking knife? Trying to gamble with your life? Don’t have a wife or someone who cares if you don’t return tonight? Pathetic. Open your mouth and eat this. That’ll teach you a lesson. To walk around these streets with a weapon and threaten civilians. ‘Cause you don’t know no better”
“No. I know my rights and I refuse to do degrading shit to amuse you”
“Who the fuck you think you’re talking to?”
“I’m talking to you...
