Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

To not dream would not be fully human, I dreamt – They dehumanised dreams Wherein my dream was a strange dream – Not of real things The apparition laughed and said, “Do I dream – I’m laughing at you or me? This laughter I seem to be becoming – Is it dehumanising me?” A human…

Away from you, domme morrigan, I listen out For your sound. Everything’s uprooted, away from You now. Sound talks but there’s no sound. Really, There is no world, now. I keep touching your tag As if I had been cast adrift. If the sky fell down Into the sea, and life became shadows listless. It…

Who do I write my poem for? Which one that I adore? Her of the charming curls, or deadly sports, or bible-sting? So many they could talk together about who I more adore Aah, thou, cunningest of all, Beauty! The poem quite Charming, tho her disarming, resembles her more

On my night vigil The hibiscus gave me flowers, Your name, g, to craft that place Night swallowed the freaks Two kookaburras, old friends Remain belly-laughing at my love You have not come The night’s poetry Creaking knees in the rain My heart’s in a beautiful place I love you, tho I look stupid As…

If I approach Mt Fuji Going westernly Will Mt Fuji approach me Northern goddess? 1 G and I reflecting each other A lake from beneath, reflecting The summit of Mt Fuji Mt Fuji turned upside down A snow globe is all I am In the palm of your hand So deep within my mind You’re…

I always wished I was Elvis, now all I want is you, g. And you’re a riddle, and I’ve never understood riddles I’m at the centre of the crowd, with you, a riddle, rule all my thoughts aloud. All the people crowded ’round. Some guy shouts in hooks, casts his only power – to leech off…

We have to lock the front door now. People keep just walking into the house Psycho sis just lets herself in and out the backdoor whenever she likes, but we’re used to how psycho she is The nurses came, as usual, called early, came 15 minutes laterThe dietician phoned and said she was coming as…

I wrote to you, “I need love, g, I have no emergency contact in this modern life” And I wonder what lesson the universe is trying to teach me, as I tried to place “I am” in Einstein’s space-time. Trying to solve problems divine, in many texts When the mountain that arose, it was a…

(Trans. Sider, and Johnstone, Jnr) The gates opened We cannot go back to that night, g, and you come home with me It never happened, so how can we talk of it being? And time doesn’t go back, but is bound to fate The gates that opened The wild horses have bonds, out of your…

Strange how the good and bad people mingle in this world In het or lezzo, left or right, in whatever group one sharply Defines – nasty, or nice, sways right, then left. Makes one think The outside’s in, the inside’s out, you as domme, me as sub In love, and why nothing can be said…