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.
...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...
...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...
...scream that’s bubbling out
Little did I know I’m still runnin’ from this boulder
It’s gotten closer but I’ve gotten faster, I’ve gotten older
With brains scrambled I don’t think clear in my natural state of disaster
Bolder deranged audiocassette
Rearranged the terrain
Change the position of the walls
Lost in the maze I’ve made
I’m the cause of going insane
This skin won’t be breakin’
Not ceramic, elastic
Overenthusiastic and a smile made of plastic
This outlet is all I’ll...
...tuned
Advancements
Spot on tips learned over time
Trails of blue thoughts, wants and desires
Hopes to come true
Lies
The page
Mother Nature
Changed from her natural state
Splashed with ink blasted
Crossed out and tossed her
Writing in pen
Lost rhythm
Decided to begin again
Switched tools
Use the fine-tuned
With the refined tip
The slimmest...
...day and night
Blind, lost my sight
Apocalypse to my right
But my horse darts right by
No time to look down and see
My horse is too high
I’m not me
But I won’t cry
I’ll grab that bitch Will
Stab him in his cage
Torture him for days
‘Till he’s crazed
Throw him in the maze
Record his every gaze
When he moves
Rearrange the walls
As I choose
Leave him clues
Through deceiving puzzles
Meant to do nothing
But confuse
Lead him through...
...the sniper scope
The hype, insistent lunatic
His mind blown by the simple shit
He must be overthrown
I want to be that
But I’m too full to ever go back
I want the grind
Persistence
Hold that thought
My throat got dry
Let me get some water
Take a seat
I’ll be right...
...capable of the same, though
Mind flossed and cleared at a cost
My brain’s a whore
No kind bone, a loss
Moldy moss on the carved stone
Rage filled stages
Mentally ill in place
I’m a disgrace in how I face this interface
Shaky hands
And sour aftertaste
When I’m not in space
The deadbolt...
...to do the things I’ve convinced myself I want to
Bag headed and suffocating for air
It’s not fair to still be here wasting away
With a chance for purity
Whilst others legitimately struggle for sanity
Unable to stay themselves for longer than a day
Behind the chemical compound they’ve grown to see
Drugs, just like me
Kids on drugs roam the streets
One of them I used to be...
...felt still
Trapped which is why I killed Will when I became Jack
Fuck will, that bitch was whack
My attack is back at him for what he has been
Fucking has-been
My stupid twin
Druggie junkie lonely puppy doggie turdy fucking tarded broken hearted car wreck of a person
I’m me because he’s not
I’m here because my shits what’s hot
Steaming piles of talent raw
Like a dirty horny cop at a traffic stop stopping a chick that’s hot because his badge got to his head
His little one
That’s why...
...go through the front
A little whacked I’ve gone mad
Lost everything I’ve worked for
Everything I had
Tossed it to the side on the floor
‘Cause I don’t want to try no more
But it’s in me
And I can’t quit
The struggle gives me a hard dick
I’m hit
Stuck doing this shit
I’m hopeless
Suicide lingers in the back of my mind
And I know this
I try and I try
To fight it out
Hoping the embodiment of evil takes me out
Scream...
...with a gun in hand
While killin’ it
Criminal intent
A last stand
For the black man
Its imminent
And the masses fight
And cry
And hide
And wonder why
Some angry...
..bitch keeps screaming
Her head won’t come off
Something’s wrong
I can feel it
If I don’t do this quick
Won’t have time
To slide my dick
In her throat hole
To feel her whole throat peel
Keep her head
Souvenir
To repeat
When my mind is clear
Knowing that I missed nothing
While I was here
On the run
Stop the cops
By aiming guns
In my mouth
Got them head scratching, now
Confused and what not
Keep claiming...
...smooth
I’m not hungry
I just can’t find my groove
But nothing’ll please me
I’m a hopelessly miserable dude
Empty inside and kind of stuck in a rut I can’t cut aside and I’m losing my mind trying to hide the fact that I’m dying
But that’s alright
The clock tocks by
Maybe no one will notice I’m here wasting my time
Woke up in a cloud to not fall out of the sky
Instead of facing another morning depressed I didn’t die in bed
I confess to feeling trapped inside my head and chest
An internal disconnect
The prison ribcage
Cranium solitary...
...them to vent
When evets get out of hand
And he can’t stand it
He calls them family
Fuck the blood line
Act out
Commit crimes
Rage on the street sometimes
Just to be in enough danger to feel alive
100 miles per hour might be enough to risk a life
But it still felt to him
Like he died inside
Long ago...
...day or night. There’s not a fight, there’s no resistance, and every one eats out of his palm. It’s pathetic and we regret it but we won’t let it show, we’re insistent is doesn’t exist and believe no one knows he deceives us so we go on in denial.
But the madness is ensuing and the things he’s been doing have been pulling sides tight right under his nose and as the story goes that the little people rise despite their small size ‘cause numbers stack quite high and they want him to go so as their numbers grow towers will wobble topple right on top his bank hills killing his inbred bills before we find out he set sail long ago
Before the nukes drop, he’s not beat, that’s too hot, this dude left a bot in his seat, it’s got a huge cock as you see. He’s under the impression this robotic erection is the same as staring at a reflection. Not to mention the round butt cheeks and lipstick under...
Read MoreConfused with what to do when they refuse to stand up for truth
Corrupted weak youth aloof from what’s true
They don’t need proof when the media says who’s who
Consumed by their call to righteousness they’ll doom us all with their inactive shit
This offends you?
Well, who the fuck are you?
I decide what I find true the same way you do!
Can’t handle it?
Hand it over if you can’t stand it!
You stand for shit anyway.
You spit crap when your whack mouth flaps in an attempt to reenact the thoughts you thought you had but you didn’t consider that none of that was actual fact because you didn’t have proof and that’s the fact.
Time is wasted when your mouth is open because your words came broken
Thoughts stolen through propaganda for controlling
Stay home with your phone filling up your dumb dome and continue to not know
Eat what your fed by the same people who want you dead
...intention and apprehension when ascension is in play
Riddles question the path plaguing the rest of the way
Leaving illusions behind on display
And the whole roll is cold and old and no amount of flow can truly show what’s needed to be known to let go and move on with no holdbacks. We have to want to know what we already know but refuse acknowledge because of fear it’ll haunt us for eternity and rot us black, we don’t want that, we don’t like that
It’s maddening sad, “I don’t want to be known as bad”
So we hide our head between...
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...live or die
If it’s not to me then I don’t mind
Let tragedies happen
I’ll buy tickets
I’ll stand in line
Even if I wanted to help
I could barely help myself when it was time
Don’t know what they’re saying when they’re saying that I’m woke
‘cause I spend all day in bed and I spent my whole life broke
Didn’t wake up for shit
Quit pretending I did
It’s not my fault that you fell
Got caught...
...shit get real”
“We men, we don’t run!”
“We die right here!”
The young naïve white boy cop spots these kids
Hot headed and ready to knock someone out of their socks,
But he’s scared he’ll be called a racist bad cop,
And he turns the other cheek,
Refuses to do his job,
Those teens did what they planned to do that day,
But got spotted and followed to their homes,
To their moms,
Where ever they stayed...
