Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

I go in good spirit, heads bob, An array of perfumed stench bobs, like shit of hellish descent In a shopping mall, All same underneath, nothing digging up a pit, up shit, To set on fire an innocent And burn with laughter, as if it were a good Saturday event I went in good spirit…

3rd rock from the sun Dead cities, a mass media mirage: a billboard, a diamond Under warped emotion Something wrong People want something Want some love Want love of someone To become Become love of someone To be a diamond In the soft city The centre city Centre of every city The diamond city Covered…

Tao-stirring-bastons at play Crow wind, black cloud moving Stirring terror rain People laugh their spell sucking out the spirit Spitting on the heavy pavement Humanitys wheels cry out In pain Sharp, grinding up from hell On the way merged With the echo screen The ticking time screen, the why screen Merged eye screen Echo laughter…

Cartese and the demon And his question How did I know what it was? Am I Descartes and the demon And did I fathom, heaven, hell, and the axis of this realm were upon? He wondered aloud A question taboo, everyone knew “How do I know a demons not tricking me into making up the…

My bookshelf filled My head cracked open with emotion Of all the words and stories Bumping around inside my head Of the spiritual, anatomical And intellectual words That fill the books I’ve read Of poesy That fans my desire like flame And makes me hate my bed Of the mysterious Word Of the Ages God…

Of love of late A madness that falls down Someone says I’m mad I hear it cause I’m mad And I say, is love, tho, Not a complete throwing to the wind? A risk, a dare, a belief? To an elf, poesy To the Spanish, duende In madness Where I accept myself On my knees…

Winding down the path An old woman smiled a good smile at me And goodness in a realm lived outwardly And on a shell or in a shell The faerie or big foot realm Or alien one If goodness is a realm Is heaven not just in the head? And if I were to meet…

Rainfall painted green Waterbirds on an oval, Preen wings Rainfall washes my thoughts away Peacefully Space more beautiful than theory Space holding thought as rain Swoon To fall so softly into life More beautiful than philosophy To fall into love again Winter hunger, feeling, Returning season More beautiful than religion.

Crowd, flamingo, I am what I am because of god I am what I am, I am God I am each step I am god as one I am fusion, I am fused to Hum, drum or rhythm One dance, one person The universe Gods person, fused creation See god walking In the festival, among…

All my words are outdated My skin outworn A yogin on autopilot, ergo, A hypocrite changed, strange, I changed while I looked at G And cannot find myself Except in the woman in the silver car To give expression to Spirit, or myself, I dont know how any more Except in the face of my…