Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

God walking Like blues walking Like a woman, now, Funny, Shapeshifter Naked Contrasted cross to bare, Peculiar, Flying traffic Of noise Arches over baring Assumes its presence Of fairyfloss at a rainy fare And I’m walking With God On my shoulders A cross to bare See the women crack open With flatulence, The men march…

A tale Sound unwritten To retell, refashion Replenish Creation: When the first man Committed the First crime And cast the blame Oceanwide Tribes of the earth Gathered And asked, why? Long time I have wandered And thru Suburbia, green gloved Golden girl in mind At the approach of this guy The still cars Sat goggle…

There’s nothing to understand I already know I don’t have to wait for God I am My heart Tho A messenger set to explode Why is it thus? If it leads to misery Being called crazy? Love: I don’t understand it, I know I am God Yet there is this heart What riddle? There is…

I walked down the street Eyes were bulging Fate was moving like an engine I spun a rose I watched the birds, my friends The bullets flew Across the battlefield I spun a rose I minded my own Tho Illusion was spinning I looked at a rose I wondered How they think they’re safe Penned…

Mother earth From who we arise at light Contrariwise Delivers us the passageway To death In time between We term the present In the Lords own time Striking music setting love ablaze serpents coil, agonised Knowledge gained I break from Myself A movement I gather my spirit I connect and bend To the All stream…

I Like a palladin Sword drawn I’ve spent a lifetime At war As I meditated I wondered About voices a battlescars And the society And it’s malevolence A name rose Like the sun at dawn And spread repose, Peace, in a devastated land An island, a life Inhumans and strife A beacon, Like a lightning…

Except to say I’ll not lengthen one More breath On the inhumans My breath is mine, is yours If you take it To have fun Is my newest party An electric air Cracking Standing hair Shining upon Good time Hips locked, rhythm, Wet eyed Drive-by merry smiling Does it for me Orbiting proposition Tie a…

Derrida ebbs and flows With the stir of restless THOUGHT Sandscape rises with the tide of time Thru Writings sky, moving at once, Logos arriving I pace up and down the page I peruse my bottom lip I’m trying to find, not an answer, a question: The first question: What shook Elohim out of the…

The colonised, say Cesaire for example, talk about how they internalised oppression by the real barbarians, the colonisers. And I wondered, when did civilisation enter me, colonise me, and make me get ptsd? Now, after 25 odd years of bullying and ostracism, turned full volume recently, I thought, but it happened long before: One day…

Robert Johnson if I concentrate on goodness of a sudden I see you and at that sight, milk stirred into milk, you in my kitchen, into this blessed world Paul said cleave to the good fishnchip shop wiseguys leave the mind, on an expanding kindness, are blown apart at the thought of you from afar…