Origin unknown...

Vultures watch the nest egg,
and times passing.
From an angel of death and an angel of sorrows,
a calling to go into the light.
To what purpose may it be?
A rest from toil or a rest from debt.
A curious love,
but for whom.

 We are all labyrinth, trying to find our way out within ourselves. Ariadne's thread yet to appear on our hands. We could hear the Minotaur roaring to get out as we struggle to find the exit before the hybrid does. An ungodly being created by us stuck in the center of our mind. Once we finally find the red ball of thread, it's not the end. Only the beginning to mark our tracks.  
 
When a track is a dead end, we swear not to be back there again and try to find another route starting at the line where we went wrong. Until then, until the last thread runs out, there will be many choices to make and many to correct.  Keep moving, don't rest.  
 
When you do go out, don't rest. When the labyrinth is solved, mazes that are put long before you were born, will be yours to  go through to find the wide-open spaces. After you’ve passed, looking back at the ones you have solved, they will not look scary anymore. Rest in Peace, resting in silence.  
 
If you do come back to live this life for the rest of eternity, in between birth and death, ask yourself, would you do the same thing again or do things differently than the last time? Solving the inner workings of the mind one lifetime at the time to reach yourself. Once that is achieved, the big bang of complete meaning of existence will come out of its hibernation. The thread no longer needed, the hybrid no longer existing, and the labyrinth crumbling to the ground with the loop closing on its self as if the snake is eating its own tail for the very last time. But the mazes will still be standing tall.  
 
If you do decode the mind, when rational imagination gets pulled in to be unfurled as being the higher level of reality we can now grasp on by our senses, what's next? There will be a whole new grammar to be learned. Space and time coexisting as a physical being, saying ‘’When are you?’’ than ‘’Where are you?’’ at times depending on which part of time in space you are meeting up. Seeing that the future can control the past as the past controls the future. When life began as life ended that revolves destroying and creating us. The knowledge of how being came to be in the first place discovered. When anything can be literally possible, when everything is now, you still must keep moving, don’t rest.            

oh as i was out of this world dreaming  
i heard my phone vibrating, Bzzt Bzzzt! Bzzt Bzzzt!
"damn this bloody phone again interrupting"
i said, to ignore,
 
after a minute it was too late, i woke up
getting off from bed like i was doing worm up
checking time "oh damn! its 8 O'clock"
 
i took a bath with no water,  i dressed up
taxi! taxi!
i realized my mouth was a garbage ,i shut up
i used a hand gesture, my underarm whispered,
                                                             "wave down"
 
didn't go to work, i went back home
 had no way out.
i continued to sleep but guess what?..
i couldn't go back to those dreams i had to wake up
 
that's when i woke up from the dream  
and realize it was all a dream

   There’s a secret place I like to go. It’s a berth that no one knows. There I converse with the designers of the universe, revealing the mysteries that history will never show. It’s there where I come to comprehend more of the world around me. How things come to change, starting with me.
    It’s a revolution of sorts, against traditions and customs of the kind, come to think of it, it’s an insurrection of the mind. It finds new ways to resolve, to advance and evolve, it’s a special space where I can be involved, having conversations with the designers of the universe, remnants of ancient civilizations who speak in verse.
    They are the combined subconscious converged, all souls gathered with their best ideologies emerged, a blissful haven in the caverns of my mind, where time moves different for mankind.
    I sit there amidst the gathering of great thinkers, listening to their philosophies and figures, gods and heroes all as one in a collective, freeing ideas that become comprehensive.
    Each of us has a secret place, a hidden base, a space we call our own, and it contains the mysteries from origins unknown. There we find enlightenment piece by piece, in peace, with the designers of the universe understanding we are not alone.

PISS STAINED GRAFFITI

I didn't do it...,.
I shouldn't have done it....
Why do you think it was me?
Because I confessed?
                   Hell..........
Everyone knows I'm a liar-----------
---------Because I told them I was
That made up graffiti mark name
isn't even in my spray-painted piss -stained
watermarked handwriting
Anyone could have painted that----
'''''             ---------
way up on the overpass for everyone to see
looking down on me way down here
     -----no fear, my dear------
                        That ain't me
            I don't even know who I am
                      Do you?
                                   Do you really know who I am?
                                 Do you really know who you are?
                    ---DEEP INSIDE---

                         .........         Dead, died        ............
                                                      NO?
Well, shit.....................
Then maybe it was you who did it.
-you piss-stained graffiti mark-
                                                     -CASE CLOSED-