Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

I wrote about not seeing any snails or slugs, and after a blustering outburst of weather to see what was happening, I looked outside They appeared I was so happy to see them, I thought I’d give them their due honour,  lol

Loving you a million times said, if someone fell back, a million times, get said again – grass mowed, springing into full growth Life, a force unto itself, Hermes at work crafting guile, a gifted muse to call for life’s elixir of health I love you, or if you or I’s love fell, I’d get…

I always wanted redemption To tell someone I love her For perhaps then she’d know I’m superwoman And pass on with her, holding hands past death And I heard it said Whatfore did those bastards Kill jesus on the cross Why not me instead But to show us all, me, life in death And have…

Every weekend, there’s wars in my elven ears, different sides speaking, opposed – one you, is in love with me, one you just wants me to suffer, and I think each one is YOU And part of ME, wants to forget about you, and move on from an unrequitted love, the other part still melts,…

Gone – Morning parades of snails and slugs, happy being themselves, Under starlight, Gone to earthlight laughter in bells no longer ringing in tune, in time, sinking into blue – Where fled you? When laughter becomes a thing of the past, too? Gone mad, Reminiscing to itself Will I be but a memory, then, in…

Seems to be my lifelong existential questioning I ask of the universe Why am I still here? No matter how hard I try to die, I can’t Nothing good happens anymore Nothing I say seems to have any meaning, who even cares, really, texting, Why mobile phone, am I here? What the answer to all…

So if I know I’m being filmed, why would I act, according to the claim, Then deny the same, if I know it’s on film, you’d just blackmail me – you illogical Braindead As a knowledge grown round you, but not yet found you, to my heart I’ve discovered bdsm. If religion purchases their powerlessness,…

I cannot sit, in 6.30am, alone in 6.30am’s love’s torture, With Freak-worms feeling their suckers to my ears, I cannot sit, when love’s going sour, you know, let love’s Light go out, like that, everywhere, knowing you now, In moon’s return, adventure cannot sit still, but in future Evolve, I don’t look back in anger,…

Bitch encircled sea – A crater of nothing, but evil, Enveloping our wheel Flinched at being – So tiny, (I know now) Against yourself Cried true love, I’d craft Shield for you – nothing – not Ever see – I’ll fashion everyday Colloquialism, saying please Don’t take your sight away from Me – no don’t…

Sitting next to an angel, and trying to think why her Pounce, pounce, pink mouse poetry, her good soul, Claws my thought, when I’m next to an angel, when My thought’s a pink mouse, and pink mouse an angel, And thought follows in twists and turns, falls upon itself, And I pink mouse, angel and…