Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

Enter the tardis for a start, Duende, Love thru your eyes is multitudes Fallen into ecstatic frenzy To find the tardis, a puzzle, one day open at last Each day I fuck up – your love studies me, doc Your theory, when your eyes in mine, now, your eyes I penetrate a door, to reveal what’s behind…

Do you ever gaze at the black holes of their hatred, wonder Who these people are or where they came from; upside down To logic frown, contrariwise, frown upside down? Do you turn Them about, or fix satellite’s from another galaxy, used to Them, hanging round us arrived, in Time – turned on – by insults…

An ode to you, a dance of us two all askance, cause its you I dance, but do you dance by chance? Write, yknow, an ode to you, it’s how I feel, just how I feel, an ode happening about you, around you hovering like you’re God on clouds, yknow, it’s your ode And maybe…

Your honey voice then floods my soul like strong liquor And cause you think I make them up, my words of love stumble, And then they die, wordlessly, if my spirit could talk, it’d say I want life, your spirit blend with mine, a sweet liquor divine If you could hear my real voice, if…

Can a living thing be put in a museum? Take a plant sits in a pot, trimmed to aesthetic Taste, displayed in its body, memory of a jungle, once Deep in thought, one finds oneself in a jungle, lost It’s heart outside in arms open wide, it’s love out-thrust Look at what once was us,…

This my threshold: your absence inspires relaxation, carried on my bodies unfolding sexuality to, leaning, flow out The land is singing, kookaburra, carrawong, and magpie, clear, crow in your honour, dear domme morrigan Birds ear for the light that pours into my eye, relaxed in martial arts, embodied flowing in-out you thru my world Pour…

Who I was before we met I am no longer And cannot say The one who met you Is me not he We’re not the same Without a glance As we walked side by side He went away And I arrived at the bedhead But where I was the day We met I cannot say…

Chained to the belly above Down thru wormholes You sink into suburbia’s fabric Swastika army, you return, like shadows I am who I am: A psychic fighter Dont even try, man, learn Vanish again, go bang FUCK OFF I’m walking The stolen landscape, I’m pondering love (How did I get here? I don’t know, a…

When I was a teen, thinking as teens do on Love, mum went to see a famous psychic lady in the Dandenong Ranges, and she told her something would happen, and I wouldn’t stay with my true love From that day on, as if I had been struck down by a curse, my whole life…

Well, why don’t we admit a good fart is like breaking bread Between people, bringing joy and laughter – out with it! Women, Let your arse go off, why be prim and proper, a toot always feels Much better, if that’s who you be, be smelly, and happy! I woke, out A chaste toot, outside,…