Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

Don’t cry for me, g, I know you love me and I’d submit to you, And it makes you cry, for you’re not holding me, Protecting me so motherly, From patriarchy, this sexual harrasssment thing that’s begun, because I’m fighting men For matriarchy, the ultimate sin, they’d rather I’d sold my soul to a male…

Witness, in your eyes of innocence All hell broke loose There’s a tree standing, upholding the universe, Grows for thee People, Drive back and forth on the whim of traffic I see G ‘midst, and Spirit Be: thee ‘mid traffic, Spirit in G, If not for you, G, no eyes open, heaven to Be, Protection,…

I Green writhes – to break free from a labyrinth In black and white walls, squares replicate Where should be Spirit, in solid states Souls spawn as statues, pawns ugly-mouthed Devoured by human flesh. In limbo, Soul petrified into stone, surrounds Life, as she breaks free of spiritual death II In the illusion of materialism, you,…

You tore out my heart, and carry it round town, beared in your teeth … I have nothing but my heart, never had anything but my heart’s love, it’s my greatest asset I awoke to the sound of you running away with it … only a heart, no more things, I discarded them all, left in…

Inspired by the Nutcracker Op.71 If the sight of you without words and just sound alone, could speak for my gaze As I stood my ground, and in my place, were made music that could gaze on your face That fathomed the sight you in drivers flight: mixed emotions high on soundwaves Tragic feeling, green…

You’re away, there’s barely a flower anywhere The birds are as unhappy as the chaotic air, Spring is dead. No hothouse can resurrect us dead, our bones Buried in Descartes artificial, android head, Spring is dead. To be in your presence, fill me like air, so many Facets you hold, jewelled dear, and I alone,…

All sees around us As we moved along the path At every tree we stopped And she would hug them We just accepted her Us and the trees Was she a druid? No, she had her own spirituality I have my standard of beauty But she wasn’t it Yet as I watched her Shaping a…

Seems a mirror is an opposite of the same thee and me Could you be – my equal in being celibate indefinitely, like me? An opposite there, we And when judgment is directed toward oneself, one Takes it personally, it’s hard to see the bigger picture In that, I’m like thee No one has the…

If everything else we see isn’t God, but the Perfect Man Where are us two lezzos in love, High Queen of the gods An Morrigan, sent her isthmus, domme morrigan, At the touch of her phantasy, I saw the invisible “To Be” generating each other, You and I in Being, Not The Perfect Man alone,…

The crack in the concrete opens up – young raelenes heart Has fallen in love, your eyes that say Eran Vej, say As you are – tu vois qu’elle est belle – say, on the bridge You’ve become, my quest, along every pathway, Searching for thee, g: you in me – where is this taking…