just a quote

i took this from a friend. Jake Swain.

" I have an idea of what the purpose of consciousness is, not life or the purpose of the universe, but i think that consciousness is the seemingly inanimate universe reaching out to know itself. To see itself in all it's glory "

Definition

Cotton weaved fantasies.

A lie, a lie.

Burned.

I need a dictionary.

This worlds to small.

The dust to hard to breathe.

My nose plugged arms wrapped around me.

Can't find the inspiration I desire.

Lost, the coals not on fire.

Keep dreamin, society wails.

Keep being, my body tells.

Through thought and through isolation.

You just give up, put everything down.

Little hope stirs in the ocean.

Dark blue waves have crashed my sails.

A white flag is all I've got left.

These clouds, the heavenly features, rain poors, my mind theft.

Statements you believe built to deceive but through them I see.

Just how depressing this world is to me.

To live life free, impossible.

To take what I can get and to give what I can take, plausible.

Stuffy wood, cracked dried seems, and pitch dark air.

The world we open our eyes to is not there.

To wonder through darkness till the lights on.

To fall and stumble, it's what we've built our world for.

If only you could see your dreams.

If only this world wasn't so clean.

Cotton weaved fantasies.

A lie, a lie.

Burned.

The Foundation

A lot has gone by of which I pay little attention.

The pivotal excuse is the price of my ascension.

I disguise activities to fool my mind.

Relentlessly I follow an empty road.

No road lays before me.

A books pages fly back and forth.

The wind reads, the chapters passed on.

The life span and through man life is passed on.

The story told although none may be true.

A man with a book written for few.

The book written about anything one desires.

Man could not take it, a test was made.

Man through knowledge and through spite could not fathom.

The stories foretold of a book about everything.

Man failed, the author insane, for these blank pages he explained.

" You are too weak, too thorough, you've all lost sanity. what a pity, humanity ".

He went about his days as the book was forgotten.

The only sane man his deeds forgotten.

His book, still out there with one secret.

On the hard cover back it says " all's beginning"

His book you see was about imagination. Every author since writes in this mans pages. The only sane man left is on blank pages.

There she lay

The deepest sigh.

The regret.

The thoughts of contempt travel through your veins.

Nothing but alibis.

Thick batter of excuses, Denied.

Is there only one or may I choose?

Dead leaves flake beyond the sky.

Stars illuminate, but why?

Trees cold, branches clash.

Ground full of leaves at last.

Summer days and spring nights.

Heat waves and amber lights.

Smoke rises through the laughter.

Quiet still, the morning after.

Calling time machine

Inconsiderate and intolerable.

No longer the will.

No longer the faith.

Beyond selfish acts and the cape of insanity.

To dorm through life coping with humanity.

The perception of indulgence.

The flawed ignorance.

An unequal weight weighs on the heavy soul.

No for none, the abundance of specialties.

The pent house dreams built by weaker means.

The layers of people we lay on.

The measures taken to deceive our fellow man.

With disgust we ignore it and live by ourselves.

Consciously here, though blind when awake.

We wait for fear, our lives they will take.

Living by us is but only a means to grasp the world by them.

To live and to congregate.

The groups weave.

Inconsiderate retaliation of our ignorant brotheren.

The leave of absence of our minds and all because of the capitalistic world that we call home.

The world may be free, but ignorance will forever surround us.

The beauty in words have been lost.

The world now is no longer about pride.

Or maybe it never was.

But the materialistic fashion in which our desires are based, only create and further a more empty hole in our souls.

Because we are human, the earth cries.

Because we are human, reality is not perceived.

Because we are we, we will always be deceived.

The world we know is different than the one we wake to.

We do not exist but to destroy and leave behind the wake that others must overcome.

We are selfish, we are ignorant, We are human.