Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

Coming down the road, behind the wheel, A girl who does not want to be seen, in a dream, Like the universe looking back at me, Note for note, the rhyme transfixed in the rd And there to come out aloud shout out Of her dream, me solitary confinement – Her – who lifted me…

Assessing myself these days, yknow, lesbian again these days, politics handcuffed to choice, and personal dilemmas in strife I thought on whence it came thus All along a narrative of abstract cold thinking i met, going back, church and state, and of late, capitalism and it’s partner materialism, and, overwhelmed my spirit was burdened with…

When I was reading the book, “Alone with the Alone” I was alone, untouched. And then I read a love poem, between us, that came out from me, from that time on, G. The faerie realm become poesy grown into you, one branch, but I never did, I couldnt touch you. Today the yellow daisies,…

“Good luck with G now” – laughter, I suppose it was meant to kill me, But no, it doesn’t, the saying goes on, doesn’t it? Boxers bounce and parry a hit My pathway is not the concrete hell of yours, Inhuman being. Mine is filled With things invisible, that Earth, Where birds speak of love…

The goal was always liberation – Surging forward… At what point did the leaf present – You – And since, fall back in time, Only to mix among everything, And gather together in every fibre Of my being, full force, with one aim: to KNOW you!

When about me has set your absence, once more Ere night sets, my back arches, heavy, for dreams Become heavy as the sky, darkening with Inhuman laughter – shivers,  ringing thru the empty Night. And love seems a burden, a chain already set. Tho I’d swear I dreamed, every part of it: perfection, Love, absence,…

The invisible kingdom within, a dream perceiving her beauty, would seem a slave. And, the angel in the pool flying after her longing – Lay seige to me. Then says the elf, stop projecting this imagination,  the invisible kingdom in the sky no more above me – her beauty reigns, queen- Breathed. Werewolf smelling scent…

Say I’m dancing with my daga, to Louie Armstrong, “la vie en rose”, and I put on my tail, as I head outdoors, in the suburban bush at midnight, among the victims all, all already choking, spewing, screaming and laughing, in the lava of hell. I wonder, thru shades sprawled, called fallen trees by all,…

Ah, ah, thy beauty! Like a beast it bites, Stings like an adder, like an arrow it smites Anactoria Swinburne (I read in Carson, the sappho who threw herself off the rocks, was not the poet, but another, this, a lezzo reading of Swinburne which is a male reading of lesbianism) To see you, as…

As I left my St today – To see my lady, because I love movement, any way, And my movements mine, And anyway she’s groovy, My neighbours cursed me, Calling give up and bitch, And I was walking thru it, I walked knowing I walked For love, And alight, her commandment, I looked around, kept…