Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

You stopped, i think at that moment, seeing Eternity before us, we both chickened out, And i was left alone again, with the birds

Haha! Thats uncanny! Did i just see you again? I just walked out! Happens all the time, tho, so it would be uncanny if it didnt, woman of a thousand bright faces, gleaming from the crowd, rare jewel, i lose and find all the time, G

My usual time, yes, i know ill get insulted, my delight for the eyes, to walk in australian rainfall, to see you, G, you look happy, my happiness, rain, hail, or shine

My elven ears heard you say sorry, G, Love talking to me, dont be sorry, honey, in a lot of ways you have it worse than me, her Lover replies, G, im sorry if anything to do with our Love, if how youve Loved me, makes you feel guilty, i feel your guilt, too, G…

My education began, they cut my umbilical cord from Earth to Heaven, Severed speech from birds, because they couldnt remember their words, Doc, ive been told im a Mind in a jar – or one of their empty temples, Until i felt within my Angel, the Land stir, And up rose Babel, in Spirit, When…

Youre an everchanging work of art, G, youre so many portraits in the traffic! Im yet to uncover a way to write what i cannot say, Ill let you be, in respect, not touch that veil of yours, and place your soul in my arts cage, You’re too precious a bird, ill release you again,…

My whole world crumbles to ash in my hands that slip thru my fingers like sand, Time could go anyway, is she still angry, or will she forgive me at last, I love her, tide gone out to sea, old time love and modern love, together, bring her back to me, For i cant function,…

Was that you in the wig, just being yourself im in love with, its so hard to find reason in freak logic, youre not the “het stud,” bisexual himself, going round calling me bisexual, and stalking me everyday, tries to give me a look just like you, G, and wears wigs just the same, wants…

There was some girl talking she didnt sound american someone was yelling beastiality im writing a poem please tell me, G, what ive done wrong? But if i react to other women, you lose it completely, G, wtf am i supposed to do? What can i do, to please you? And all one big excuse,…

The freaks, of The Cult of Narcissus, once thought they gazed on God, and fell into Narcissus’ disembodied stream, that only led them to the starting point, without their heartbeat ever feeling, please G, dont succumb to freak delusion, that Narcissus was them, will you die, looking at your own reflection, or can you really…