Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

At the edge of the earth     fathom my mind Searching for domme morrigan in an ocean,    but where,  slips thru here, hard to touch      tho she finds me there Floating on the ocean, daydreaming at the sky, my mermaid            cast my line     vibrating like a violin string   unreal in…

You found me, your dream woman, I say, look at this poetry you inspire in me! It’s not so bad Can it be so bad to follow your dream, I’ll make you a daedra queen, domme morrigan? And you think that’s self-righteous? Have you not worked it out yet, I live to see your glances?…

Is it possible to talk about that which does not exist, freak sexuality? They themselves argue about that which does not exist, my bisexuality To follow their argument leads to nonsense, a non-existent, non sexual person An absurdity, yet there they are taking edited pieces of my true sexuality Justification for their own non being,…

All this time, years gone, and g, I can never move on from domme morrigan The few hours where our affinite spirits settled down, coming home All this time, I’ve blamed other women, for using you to get to me, in jealousy I called them jealous, but g, how could they not be touched by…

(After Shelley’s The revolt of Islam) Life speaks of her opposites, Truth and Lie That clash and are caught in the sky, eagle And snake in battle-cry, reborn in my body Both eagle and snake arise in my mind alive, At conflict myself, that seeks to survive, and I tell the truth, and I tell…

She gave a little wave You’d think she was the Queen Standing on the side Watching her pass again Her subject in bliss I could fucking scream!

I’m getting weary, but still love goes on I’ll be going into my room to read I could make out two words, devil and she knows, Freak expressions But not you 1.28am They say going into my bedroom to read is diabolical! Well, it gets even more diabolical, I’m not going to read, I’m going…

If I sitting here resolved to go to the moon, how would I get there? I have not much, and less luck, and yet it’s the right thing to do Do I climb or fly – perhaps I just set out walking in the morning Weightlessly, my heart would guide my steps, and I’d not…

Into an invisible spot The social world Enters full-armed Speaking about a trap And to you My thoughts turn still Love in my defence That try talk A place for themselves Believe themselves Vanish themselve In my heart – Aaah, G! That place You sit like a still goddess As my heart heaves From this…

I’m reminded of when one sees a camera, panning the audience at a concert And everyone’s waving like they’re the biggest and prettiest flamingo We recognise each other across a feathered sea, as if returning eternally In you to find the tallest, prettiest, pinkest flamingo, the only flamingo I see