Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

I say unto you, try work out how I can feel your black cloud, too, then I say unto, that black cloud on you: Do you think I’m jesus or the devil, or anything unlike you?I’m just the same, no, really, I feel that black cloud, too Do you not believe me – what you…

6.26am: bitch filth arrive, or are they freaks Or are they the same, or never different The indistinguishable mass horde has arrived On anti-clouds, bitch-fake, set in their dark ways, Reckoning full well, Earth’s own hell beginning Among them. Aware of everything, I think only You poetry, in love falling from my heart, My rock,…

To dance with my very own wicked Queen Batting eyelids! Laughing in her eyes And bubbling together, no other can see, Her alone, precious her whim, changing form, Return her hand, mindfucking, ace’s from my Sleeve, in her bed of poppies, scream, oui oui, As Truth my Oath, her Heart is my Love

Mums neck’s not upright anymore, and bent over, she blinks Thru her eyelids, watching TV, so spend Saturday night, her and me, I text you ‘Cause you’re not coming out of guilt, don’t go down mum’s pathway, Don’t let guilt eat you away, with answers from the TV and never say How guilty you feel,…

The devils monkeys on the devils monkey island, Are at industry for their master, growing fake bananas Can you not tell, ’cause, like, there’s no industry left? The country is a manufacturer of hell Sorrowful women, cross themselves Upside down, draw their last laugh, in the Humourless desert, bereft, for the black clerics Arrival, the country’s master,…

And I released her to Love And I got up And fed a wild cat Just me and the cat, outside And I don’t really have an existential purpose anymore And I breathed in the fresh air, as if my lungs were in an old forest, in one of those shots, Trying to capture a…

To experience love, a religion Is not a religious experience, that of love? All lovers know, God in the one they love To know God, one can love, the religion of love, In their lover – to share love, aye, To experience God

If I sat upon a lotus, I declared, The nature of my own being declared me, When I became uncertain of reality And certain of unreality The play of light, blue-filled Lotuses, in Buddha-reality – You seemed unaware In that moment, the present took place What else, but you, could be If I sat in…

The base of the world, of kookaburras, cockies, and magpies, The bush, calling loneliness and pride, A spacewoman echoes back – I reside, in that heartland, tinkering with love in her eyes Mindfucked – (wherefrom, the freaks and bitch-filth, never really listening) Sound-wire distortion – well then, who the fuck thinks to tell us how…

What troubles thee? Your voice of honey, weaves in and out the night, In and out, the flavour of honey, but what troubles Your dark brow, g? Were I to say I love thee, make honey, flow in and out, Your voice, g, as you flow, like honey, thru me, My kiss appease in blood