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.
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As the moments slip by though the hole slit in time, tokens dipped whole split and dry.
Like leaves of forgotten paths untouched and not crushed crumble while they whither.
Brushed aside, left to die, rotten laughs flushed by a blushing cry stumbling to not lie.
Intent sips fine wine while regret tips towards dying.
As things end sick, what’s right trips and is broken quick.
