Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

I know you have that question why me? So do I, why have I been given this fate I’m just the same as everyone else, no better, only I follow my heart, and I can’t explain any of it g, it just happened that when I sat across from you on that bed my heart…

Friday night interpretation of black elks vision Ask me am I alright tonight, is Friday night alright, I’ll say no, feels the nights going backward, when women Were not one, the world saying a woman going back To not being lesbian, could speak the whole worlds Going back to being uneven, No, I’m not alright,…

Your eyes your eyes your eyes, Domme morrigan, lacking physical touch, Make me structure my body with truth, beauty, And a spirit of love Eyes yours absently touch, if, If we get it on, one day, ever, how would you Sever this purity with love? O, but the way you look at Me, I’s captured

If it’s a simulation, right? I imagine your locked chest To know what’s inside, I imagine what’s inside, And the simulation locks you inside (my chest) Look at you (out of my locked breast) I open my notepad, open my heart, open the door To know you (you can’t see yourself in my chest) I…

I’m just walking as I always do, looking out for you g, But seems everything stopped, as in forgetfulness The sky moved into red and became a flower scent On the face of a beautiful woman, and she could Be you becoming Eternal Time, painted fathomless, in the Instant begins again, I’m thinking I love…

I picked up a feather Like a relic upon me Head-dress to flight My wings Expanded in sky Below people yelling, forgetting Yesterday, domme…today Beautiful women’s eyes with Galahs spoke blessings In all tongues, civilizations Light as a feather fell Air swirled around me in spell All beauty beheld My heart was careless Wingèd light,…

A compass inside my heart Where are you now, g Texting you’re looking at me In Love’s sign, you Exist, become A reference to truth, for me Without true or false A peopled social fabric No constellations to look up to To guide across the sea Lost self reference In a social orgy In a…

Nonsense self-contained in It’s path ’round – when in a Mirror one sees jabberwocky An army of green trees Course of moon and sea Bend life’s meaning to thee Liars don’t understand Life’s nonsense told Utter universe holds I want a domme who nurtures The good she sees in me So liar your spirit Never…

Berwick in the bush, my senses walking Await her hand in my own, follow The trail the tripping flowers softly take Nothing, nor force open the door to her, A rose palace that arose in the bush – from Whom blooms, beautiful flowers pour, lain, In spring-rain scents on a step that leads Out of berwick,…

How am I not a raving lunatic by now, domme morrigan? It’s something I can not decipher, my sanity, even by intellectual snobbery – it’s so dumb this commotion about nothing! I’m asking you, do you understand what I’m talking about – these mad people are saying I’m mad – do you understand why I’d ask…