Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

Shouting peacefully, g, I LOVE YOU, therefore I’m listening, can you tell me How do you tell Christians they’re listening to lies by Satanists? It’s not easy, ’cause one wants to listen, but I won’t listen to lies by Satanists It’s a divide, within a wider clime than just mine, as I listen to my…

A bird call – sun touched by sadness, a golden tear To this mortal realm come to fall – just say forever As if, flown so high, to where height doesn’t matter Anymore – weightless, my heart now, love in free fall Reverberates thru many states, and we two here Together, in Love’s deathless wings…

Hypnerotomachia poliphili, is a medieval text, where the hero, poliphili, goes in search of his true love, poliphilia, thru a dreamscape This morning I was poliphili, travelling thru Beautiful cities, to meet my poliphilia, g, But I cannot tell did I meet her, And If I spoke, she’d go away, another me – Poliphili me…

You are absent, the stamp in every picture, Obsessively, like a stamp collector, your face Stored on my phone, pictures of you, as clouds, As many moons, delivered to you, this morning, The whole backyard alive, someone Said baby (was it you?) Valentine in November, Valentine gift, stamp album in November, A rose in a…

Being that I am who I am, I’ll ask you then again, domme morrigan, what am I? When also, people in rage let out hatred in honking – “I’m not even gay,” nothing Makes any sense, disorients, some ticking within me is just what theory wants, Yelling domme morrigan, she is what she is, in…

What is the idea of Form, is’t in the sound of a birds call, Ah, but, I hear you in’t Sit and listen, what will the sound tell me of Form Ah, but tell me I’ll hear it What am I meant to think, but Form gave you honey lips For you to speak it

The struggle of crazy laughter A they’ve already won Put you under their spell,A magnificently pathetic and even less powerful Hee-haw Crowd as shallow and meaningless as their lies and donkey tales Hee-haw They walk that lie A they’ve already won Put everyone under their spell Sham, anyhow, that’s why they talk, Like pinnocchio The…

It’s not really hell, domme morrigan, you see a fiery rain of speech craft, A crown bursts from a bush, being locked there it’s breath for society’s cursing, Bush of crowned colours – orange and green – take colour as a point, To which I give this meaning, in mine eyes, dear, yourself colourful Grew…

I dont know where or when or if I was born Or if the universe is pregnant with me And I’m being continually born but never was born …and everything is being born around me, as I look around me at everything being born out of the universe Was I not born, but was born…

1 Middle of suburbia, what is wrong, and what is right? Can I venture, g, it’s Love decides? Enough of fear, and darkness, wrong or right, Love has arrived, only ever, Love – that’s who decides Birds come alive, swaying, Love dancing with trees Makes her way across Earth, spreading her leaves 2 Nothing to…