Each morning, no matter where the morning may find me, I open my artistic journals and pour into them words of thought through my pen. These words derived from places that I find wonder in the understanding of why. I hope these excerpts will reflect some illumination into the mind of a junkyard philosopher and purveyor of words. Then too, perhaps they will evoke thought of your own bewilderment.

Jan. 2

I’m over here, standing alone in the crowd, getting older with no significant pressure in doing so. The exertion of force in being who we are told to be is no longer of concern. Everything but who I am now, just for today, is unbarring. As we become unnoticed we become cloaked in a type of aging camouflage to undermine the new principles corrupting freedom and the individuality of a freethinking mind.

Jan. 13

As we are becoming dedicated to the seemingly formal act of confused deception while knowingly allowing it to become the dark master of chaos and disorder, we perversely stumble into its slavery. We, as living and freethinking humans, must accept the task of freeing ourselves from this illusion. Find your clarity and true essential bliss. Allow your mind to unknot from the formless matter and return to the freedom you are outwardly dying for.

Jan. 16

We are being directed today to be part of a system with the identity of who we choose to be. It does not have to be who you truly are, just who you were directed to choose to be. I myself was born as a visible person. However, now I choose to identify as being slightly less visible. I have removed myself from traditional norms and now have become trans-parent. My new pronouns, which have become mandatory to choose, are who/where.

Jan. 20

I learned to be free and have no fear when I put ink to paper in the creation of words. I write from who I am, deep from within the thoughts of who I am, my true being. My words come from a derivative of the past; the present and what might be in the tomorrow. My words may hold a perspective of their own, unknown as to what is seen now. I’m not exposing for all to see my innermost thoughts, desires and ways of myself, yet with the same stroke of a pen I am revealing to you the all of who I am.

Jan. 22

Being an advocate of Living – Life – Large, I project it to all that will look and listen, then perhaps join this splendid realm of being. It is a true blessing to be alive with life and experience it all. Living life is not always easy. I just choose not to show and relive the rough times. You must let them go and move on. When the irregularities and uneven moments arrive as a catalyst for change, there is no need to dwell on them. There is no positive that will arrive when the wounds of dark and negative are not allowed to heal.

Jan. 31

There is nothing brutal or ferocious about being feral. Feral exists in a natural state with no domestication. It’s living with an untamed spirit that refuses the conformity of civilized rules. It’s allowing yourself to let your hair down, free the wild within, and then walk barefoot on the Earth. Being feral are the affirmations you declare to your original and primeval inclinations. Being feral is being a freethinker with no agreement with the prevailing social standards and weak expectations society is defined with. Being authentically feral is living your true self without the guidelines of restraint.

Feb. 5

As my spirit is the heartbeat of my soul, I spill more ink with the sloshing of my thoughts. I find no possible way to become well adjusted within the disgust of this nausea-infected society we have allowed to be created. The spirit of my soul will not allow it.

Feb. 15

I long ago found the strength to be brave enough to find the life I wanted to live. This life I have chosen is not always accepted or tolerated by the crowds who believe differently. They see freedom and become cloaked in fear. What they see in untethered liberty is what they cannot be. They cannot see what is and the portal of what is not on this level, is right over there, just beyond the parts of themselves they are avoiding.

Feb. 17

There is a great established principle and positive rule put into the all of being. This code of delusion, which will come to pass with at least one more sweet taste from the bottom of a shared cup, is that sanity in this society of now, is a guided level of estrangement and isolation from the intended objective world.

There are times of being within that the feeling of division suddenly closes all that is. The process of separation carves a disjuncture to stay within the walls of freedom. Pickup the pieces as they chip, break, crumble and turn to dust of the past. Alleviate and lessen the grief from within. Realize and remember the best console derives from an inner monologue. - dbA

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