Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

There’s a hibiscus outside the kitchen window, of its Embodied beauty, all heaven raises itself to imitate To look at it is following onto your loveliness I find locked within its leaves, communion with heavens, I rediscover myself, no longer separate, but now As a submissive to you, in this conversation of our love A…

G, in such strangeness, I’m no longer alone People with infected fingers point the devil Dispelled back to darkness, at your word Reach for your light when my own light’s Gone, to find rest my head on your strong Chest, to return your words, tables turn, And at my word, love’s returned to delight your…

Source: PC Gamer https://search.app/RmM87 A photo forget the words and clothing, the artifice, look at it, really, today The catholic church’s history with patriarchy, children, and conformity No women, picture of a young man, surrounded by patriarchs, all dressed the same What is the catholic church’s end game? A picture says a thousand words… Even…

Did Boethe place the sun and moon in their course Or Chaucer, or was that just a pattern of thought – What’s become of God in this balmy weather A friend said Creation’s a movie, I think we both Came to understand from that day, stepped into A world gone mad, and us all joined…

I can hear the freaks in the street, and they’re so full of bad emotion, I know you’ll cry for me, but don’tI would have had many tears from this life, but I met you, and you love me, so don’t cry, g That I met you, found love, my life has not been for…

Nearly 20 months have passed to the day now history Tho yesterday, tho moving, sitting stately As a queen, engrossed in some performance Smiled, bit your finger without realising I guess, must have pleased your Lady’s eyes Your hair, a birds nest stacked atop, eyes shined Met mine, swirling obsession round us Lifted you high…

In my own backyard, weight of social crush, fight for the woman I love, love’s thrust One nice girl lesbian angel, from somewhere yelling love for me, I hear for all of us Punching bag drives my soul to flight in love’s height – a normal day for a fight ❤️ always g:)

No.9’s heart got stuck in a bad way No.22,000,000 on a hate trip led No.9 away Ya not even gay Ya not even gay Ya not even gay Jingle on the airwaves over and over growing march every day Ya not even gay Ya not even gay Ya not even gay I not even play…

As the wind blew on me today, so I’ll tell you, my story, g Can’t compare my story to anything but wind, Seems it blows its own which way, I can’t explain what It’s like to be everywhere next set up how, wind of torment A car passes slowly, and I’m too scared to look…

In Not Form Not Taste Not Matter Seek her path An everyday Woman Of Form Taste Matter How did she arise Such Queen on the cusp Love’s Unkowing She changes betwixt Love and not love