Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

You were smiling, so youre strong enough for honesty, tell me, G, was it the slightly wierd way in which a woman stood on the empty road at 1am in the dark, on a Sunday morning, holding up her phone camera to record me, that amused your cat-like sadism? Im sure i would have heard…

Am i meant to know? How could i Know, but, wonder? I saw the silouette of your hand motioning an inexplicable gesture, am i meant to know something, im no closer, i dont know anything

Was that you, G? For i recall every movement, and the way she moved, the kind of woman, that, every alarm a text sending sounds her way, a dance of Beauty, Beauty dancing, ones life into a trance, to watch and listen for her, forever It had to be you, G

How Beautiful you are of late, as if love took root in your spirit incarnate, and ascended from your heart, and your love mixing with Love’s Spirit, blossoms into her Flower, her fragrance of Light, i can see in the darkness, Of late, seeing in you, G, You emanate

In rage or love, youve affected my life so deeply, G, you effect my stars, who cluster round your own galaxy, and want to speak to you of your effect on me, and them as gods, to say how deep thru the cosmos, Runs our love

Its chaos, if youre upset, im upset as well, your mind flies into my mind, grows in crazy swirls, How does it help you, if youre distraught, if my own heart, flies into chaos, also? But stop myself feeling this guilty tempest beat, i cant, The panic, in the afternoon traffic that lengthens, And you…

You make me feel like im human, G, you were ready to burst into tears over me, honey, if i died without apologising, you would never have known, how now i feel responsible for you, as i touched you, my sorrow in your sorrow, never fully Loved, before i met you, id have been stuck…

Facts have become mysteries about you, such as where you were born and educated, Its never enough to feel enchanted, as if im under your mad spell, Objectively, i want to know just how fine a woman can present herself? O, can i ever know what its like to be you, if i knew every…

Beginning, you in character, G, aboard the Loveship car, about to take off to Andromeda, They were dressed similar to you, pinned against the seat, you didnt beam me up, i wasnt sure, Theres ninety nine you’s i see everywhere, and only one True You im searching the galaxy for, And now theres that bisexual…

Most people shy away from Love and end up with a convenient companion, always regret somewhere losing themselves, its called suburbia, found my Spirit in you, my Muse, as if you were some poet’s religion I dont know about you G, to me lifes an adventure, and ill risk my Life for your Love