Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

Mother dear, who sits in silence, I leave you in front of the TV Cause I’m in love, quickens me, the sight my real mother, g And now there’s another twist, now if there’s four? Mother g/mother not-g, the look of ownership quickens me, to Each, I’m a car, for G my best friend, I trust,…

Heaven’s sky Thru dark light shines Catching your eye The dark rose of Heaven Rose of dark eyes Thru which lights arise I long for your eyes To hold the rose briefly Made immortal, Divine

State: a branch leading out of my life State: In me, I feel you infused in my spirit, with me now State: two gates open, at the base of my skull in the back of my neck State: multicoloured kundalini, dressed in golden feathers State: a mind that’s sharp enough to always follow the hearts…

Of opposites, we cannot surpass Will they attack one another, And the little universal mind, Annihilate Itself Realise we’re looking out again On a branch of transformation And yet, I want you, and Who gives a damn at all?

Tezeta going into its second year, but what is a year To the trees and bees who hold love – your memory lives, In npcs, nights playing games alone, a time capsule Of reality, in the future, till I found your character – Domme morrigan, shooting desire out at me, And I do hope, no…

(Lennon’s spelling in Araminta Ditch) In the instant that flashes as lightning, don’t be fooled, Mockery’s the seasons fever, people gather, to laugh In social fervour, laughter meant to harm quickly becomes Satanic, a spell-weaving mockery: a bubble Sky-rafter, cloud burst asunder; rain ends in my larfter. Be not afraid to touch me, g, I’m…

I feel sorry for poor Satan A colossal disaster – raw sewage Came up thru Melbourne’s Roman aqueducts His stupid army Marched out the toilets spilt all over Melbourne’s clubs Real Love falls in battle, yet never gives up Living or dead We get back up (A work in progress is our eyes, which see…

The day burns me In Love’s guilty tears Vision caught Like moondust Hung in celestial Light The torch of love Touched Love once For you, in you, Day moon On Love’s course thru Heaven Burns to touch I love you Hold onto that For us Heavens vision In your tears arises Moon rises in daylight…

I’m a strange stralian, I like to walk in the rain and go searching to look in your eyes of paradise I said to the blossoms Who agreed then flew away On enchanted wind ’round Circled birds’ trees In a blessèd wind, chattering To the fertile rain I saw you, midst this beautiful communion Coming…

Hard to care, g, such hatred everywhere, despises feeling, Cuts the air – to harm emotion, and my love, set up there Harder yet, commingling, moon in disorder, hair a mess, They gave you a knife – to cut me up – with captains orders In moments of despair, keening on the edge, my heart-flesh…