Life is an anthology of surprise and agony, in the eyes of the beholder.

No one can deny, fruits of thy labor when they provide that flavor, it's when the dry season hit that meaning is not as easy to find in pride vs. humility.

There is a right and wrong way to everything, just as there is an alternate to every laid plan the trick is to be observant and think on your feet.

Everybody wants answers at their fingertips on tap without question, sacrifice or hard work like as if the best that life has to offer is as easy as a swipe right or explicitly stated with scripted suggestions to every action.

Reality, however works different in that there is hardly ever an occurrence that establishes precedence and hindsight as a providence at the given moment. It is drawn by decision and governance of self with what's given and or taken.

Negotiations can be made or broken, enhanced, reneged or anything can happen. In the grand scheme, hold on to what is worth your time and devotion and whatever else serves as best a distraction, let it loose if it ever becomes a problem.

Situations are not a set made thing that will always choke you down, but instead a problem-solving situational opportunity in the making to make thyself either better or worse than the last one. We are our best friend and worst enemy rolled in one expression of being.

We are God and Devil to our own personal creation of fate written in authorship by me, myself and I in all comings, goings and doings. A double-edge sword of empowerment and ownership of the moment.

Knowing can either give one great perception or get lost in the minutiae of unraveling events to many to count overwhelming what dreams may come and go and dissolve in the passing. Choice it is a son of bitch, deliverance and poison all based on your disposition.

By Edwin “DV8NT” Narvaez

From the dawn of man, spawned in primordial germs to the evolution of the hominids to Neanderthal genes mixed into sapiens DNA. We've never managed to escape our savage legacy borne from the chaos and enslavement to our base urges and instincts. It's as if we never left the cave, instead we crave going back save for the lack of technology still we’d embrace the ideology. Sure, you can hide behind all the old facades, however there is no way to placate or deny that the socio-economical landscape has barely changed.

Only thing that has changed and been rearranged is labels, faces, and reasons for the same old carnage. Spokes on a wheel as old as the Seven Wonders built from the savage urges of starting ravages, sparking pillages, endorsing rapes, stockpiling slaves, conquering in God's name, burning what cannot be claimed, and moving to the next raid.

From: the Assyrians, Babylonians, Egyptians, Judaism, Greeks, Persians, Romans, Barbarians Hordes of Samaritans, Germanic and Visigoths to Vikings, Britons, Anglo-Saxons, Warring States in the East, Meanwhile Feudalism brings plagues like we've never seen, All of Christendom begins crusades and back and forth with Saracens engaging in eons long confrontations with Muslims, later on Mongolian invasions bring half the world to its knees, Absolute Monarchism invokes the idea of creating armies of toy soldiers for future imperialism and the beginnings of the modern industrious slave trade, fast forward to Enlightenment when idealism soon clashed with Revolutionary ideas, soon after a Civil War over slaves a reconstruction and bloody rise of the Klan, Isolationism and Populism that led to two Great Wars, than satellite puppetry in Cold War fashion created Terrorism, and now here we are being rundown by the same old wheel yet again.

Slavery may have been made illegal yet still it flourishes as it's more lucrative than running guns or drugs combined with no signs of impeding it's growth as an industry. Wars are waged for the same old reason bottom-lines and resources. The world is dying but the powers that be would rather debate and deny the scientific reasoning to keep the fires burning and factories churning. You see we never left the cave we just learned how to decorate them better but still just as savage.

By,

Edwin Narvaez

Growing up neck deep in adversity, Showing up afflicted by insanity,

Throwing up twisted phalanges, Flowing up the stilts with no mercy,

Knowing what’s up at odds at best 50/50, browbeat lumped by reality, chow chummed up for shark frenzy, kowtowed summed up by society, how do you muppets expect us tto react really?

No matter what be okay, although the School of the Hard Knock bang proper, clap-back this way, with words empowered like Greyskull weaponry mightier than a sword, pen at the ready for all-out war, Rocksteady and Bebop cowboy, Heart and Feet fail me not exploding like T-N-T with an M-16 in the middle more than Malcolm walking around your campus asking Heisenberg what’s cooking turtle soup? Armageddon coming up like Godzilla or Drogon full Targaryen Fire and Blood in dire brimstone, what’s new?

Fact or Fiction, what’s reality? Alternative to societal pressure, groupthink patient-zero, public-enemy number 1, prompted to the third degree alpha-numerically, and categorically broken-down psychologically, like Achilles’ heel or Samson’s hair clipped automatically, existing as ghost embodied by a shell or fractal-factoral fractional to what you’re supposed to feel, show and tell expose freely under the facade of being cool and calm diving off the wall brick-and-mortar built by flesh, blood, bone, sweat and tears of sacrificial years of bondage having to accept life is not fair but savage and so at all times compliant, how does one not salivate and bite-down hard not today not having it even if I have to go out hard like an opera Figaro orchestra full octave messa forte with the dropped bass of a fugue accompanied by that bell tolling for thee, and in the reverie balancing the weight of worth given the llife-expectancy.

By DV8NT.

Do you own your soul?

Forlorn and untold, borne deep sown as reaped corn conditional to work shown and above all honed- a soul is a formed with TLC or lack thereof- be warned.

Want versus need, psychology versus philosophy, flaunt versus creed, knowledge as a currency versus the liquidity being sociably desirable.

To sweeten soirees in verses deliciously and delectably contrived to be contradictory to reasonable pomp and circumstance.

Subversively yet served perpetually turned inadvertently tuned to the stresses and triggers represented blatantly yet sparsely confined precious moments in betwixt the real life and fantasy.

The bewitching hour lit by night tremors of pressures giving to a rock and a hard place congealed to be a non sequitur reverse red-herring oblique aliteration to past, present and future esoteric ethos versus pathos ad continuum in delirium wondering why?

Meanwhile staring in Food Section or aisle undecidedly not knowing, choosing, selecting nor browsing- confounded by the absence metaphor right before c’est la vie mon ami recipe for swinging via the anti-thesis to rigor mortis.

A hole in the chest, is the hollow echo-chamber of what used to be a dreamer exploited by reality hope can be dangerous thing come crashing down like tear of the Son of Icarus in a surreal midnight solar eclipse circus.

The mystery the enigma unaswered unless brave enough to take the leap to live that life by the horns rang in philharmonic symphony strived by conquering the unkown conflicts of the abstract to form vision translated

toward action constituting a notion to know thyself increasing fortitude to soldier and carry on further.

By Edwin “DV8NT” Narvaez

I remember it like a vivid picture painted or a scene replayed from a movie embedded in the memory, that still life moment.

I was cruising at or about 70, I might have been reminiscent about the events that had transpired earlier that day.

I couldn’t have begun to fathom that I’d soon be traumatized in tandem not so much about that instant.

But everything few and far in- between, before and after since the whole damn thing happened.

In part, I was mostly affected that day, as I saw the possibility of being dearly departed very nearly imparted if not by happenstance than perhaps something more important.

Though I doubt it, although I’d like to have forgotten it I could have sworn I saw and stared into Death’s face that day.

Mortality, is never really all that scary as an abstract reality, but when presented like just maybe it gets heavy real quickly.

Pause- listen when you lived in one of those impossible to describe when a millionth of second seems like an eternity moments- trust you understand PTSD.

You’re not really impacted by an accident or injury per se but the actualities of what could have been more than just a maybe if this or that hadn’t gone just this certain set path way.

Haunted by what did or didn’t happen, like when I slammed on the brakes thinking this is it, the end.

Having had that forever split second to recognize I had cars on both sides veering for an out in any lane, steering not to flip out instantaneously, sneering at the outcome unraveling before me, I unnervingly accepted whatever fate at that second.

Literally, a game of chicken whether or not coerced and forced into a box of acceptance regardless of pride or substance.

The grand humility of life or death that it really is no different than a game of chance like poker card shuffling and playing or dice rolling double-sixes on a crapshoot table.

The fact is reality is no fable, no guarantee that tomorrow will be here good, bad or ugly there is no equalizer naughty or nice it comes down indiscriminately.

But when the end do come and it will, I guess the trick is determining what score you’d like to be have lived by toward attributing fulfillment.

I think on friends and family gone and passed and what they’d say on conversation if I could ask in an interchangeable discourse.

I find myself here bare in thought and soul wondering really what it is all about and it’s worth in the grand determinabtle steadiness of the course.

I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready but if and when I were to meet again that pale horse, I’d like to have the honor of not being a coward more like a force with sword in hand looking foward.

By Edwin “DV8NT” Narvaez