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.
...become two three walled rooms
Catching fire, burning more so to the roof
Blown out windows, asphyxiation
Truth, last thought, atheist’s hesitation
Black cloud like spirit pivots out
Twisted grin, shouting laugh, eyes caved in
Twitching flesh...
Seconds slug by
The loop comes back around
Standing before the window
Wonder whether it’s me
Or I’m watching
Both instances seem just as real
The beginning of existence
Is the end of the universe
Then there was nothing
Before you know it
Things are too bright
And life has no problems
Then the rollercoaster ride down
Reveals da wae brudda
Yu don kno da wae brudda
Yu don kno
Make the Queen happy
I will sho her da wae
Not da fake wae
The next crook in his seat
Will see to it
Everything he’s done gets erased
The way he wants to do it
And be it as it may
His shit will get erased too
That’s not unique
The shit that they do
...else in their heads
But it wasn’t fair, I was just a little kid
I hid whatever happened inside
Refusing to cry ‘cause someone might walk by and give me “a real reason to cry”
And then I’d be back to wanting to die
Became curious adult not giving a fuck what the stick up anyone’s butt feels like on its way out
Because whether they scream or shout like ripping a bandage it’ll no longer be there, exposed will be the damage
And it’s not fair, but I learned to not care over the years being right here talking to you with your attention over there
So fuck you, life is what’s not fair
Shit happens...
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Caught trapped in a cloud
Suffocating unable to get out
Not trying
Just want to not feel
Because I never feel like myself
And I’m always let down
So I lie to myself
I’m always screaming
And I’m the only one who can hear it
The walls of my mind are riddled in claw marks from me trying to get out of the dark
I don’t even know who’s outside claiming he’s me
I’m more worried about what’s going on inside
And it’s flooding in here
And I’m drowning in here
No one outside has a single idea
The air started to disappear
It’s alone in here
Intergalactic crackers of the universe
They travel across the fabric
Intergalactic crackers of the multiverse
They save the world from havoc
Intergalactic crackers of reality
They refuse to be simply food to me
Intergalactic crackers
Intergalactic crackers
Traveling the vast distances of our colossalverse,
The universe, these crackers are the only thing that travels in reverse through time and space
To any place at all
Fighting crime straight through time
Intergalactic crackers
Intergalactic saltine crackers
...must be true
The word must get out
People deserve to know
Spread what’s here now and worry about getting the rest out later
Can’t stay here inactive waiting to hear the facts when someone else is already out there
Fair is only fair and it’s only fair when it’s right here
If it’s not it’s nowhere
There’s nothing else out there
Don’t fall for the nonsense
Be woke like all the others who spoke about things they don’t know
No research needs...
Quaking corruption
Paths of destruction
Disruption of civilized production
Internalized devotion to formalized control schemes in motion
Placing comparison to leadership, embarrassing
Its trolling but the blind don’t see the joke
Or they hope it’s real, but no, its always been the deal
But Big boss is a killer
Quite a sinner
And ultimately the winner
That’s a tall horse
Read More...didn’t stay humble and quickly digressed
Yet, I’ve for whatever reason kept them all close to the chest
As if they’re the best choices to assess the complicated subjects I address
When put to the test objectivity doesn’t present
They’re incapable of this
Speaking to family and friends is like fighting a killer with a dull knife that happens to be just right to keep hacking and hacking, meanwhile there’s no sign of death on sight. And they keep hacking and hacking for the rest of...
Read More...The ideas get dragged in a desperate search for something,
For anything, for purpose,
But scribbled dribble is all that shows,
Persist, may he who knows nothing,
For he who knows all quits once all is known,
While he who knows nothing knows there is always more to be known,
Plastic is the gateway to the virtual,
Reality, the grand illusion, rests across a screen,
Typing away,
Typing a way out,
Away and out of the enclosed...
Read More...The wall,
The quite red dead wall,
Stands tall,
Red chunks that fall,
Static,
Static,
Motionless,
Once Sporadic,
Emotionless,
Gold badges,
Stretchers,
Black bags...
Knowing the self is the only way to improve.
To reflect and face the madness that goes denied, ignored and neglected.
The superego within our souls fights rational thought with its powerful emotions.
Driven by nature, it’s a force that is unstoppable.
But understanding that the mind, body and soul come as one establishes equilibrium.
The acknowledged flaw becomes a strength in the mind of the wise.
Unresolved issues remain issue unresolved.
In to the room
Flashing lights
Rhythm flows to their tune
One that's profound
Not too soon
A melody and bass too
Real dark
With a boom
Self-Control
Difficult, Rational
Enlightening, Enhancing, Improving
Most Rational Under Stress
Elevated
