Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

Heres a little blues tune, g, in sympathy, when it gets on thee, when it clings to your hair, more smoky blue, inhale the cloud, and beam again, smiling, as you sometimes do, revealed, a crescent moon

You have a good pokerface, g, but remember we can feel into each others chests, and when you plummet there, the summit descends, contrariwise, following you, into a depth

My heart broke apart, when you at the desk, looked at me like a mother, and i knew tragically, we’re both mortal, and going to die, and Love entered in the fissure between us

Probably you dont believe me, but i cant live without you, G – to bless or blame, or just a fact of life, mythology that cant be found in a book, or taken in someone elses selfie – Love is come to life, and her spirit surrounds me, and shapes me

Im schizophrenic, right? But what happens when a schizophrenic woman is set up for some crime shes never done, what happens To the world spinning? … and you, G, i remain preoccupied with, The best

My sexuality is being framed as a public “debate”. Framing my sexuality as a public debate, is a violation of my basic human rights. And the human rights of all women. I, as a lesbian woman have a right to identify how i choose to use my body: thats being made an “issue”. In becoming…

There was a queen raised up from flowers, her hair so neat, her head held her high, elegant way of sitting, in her carriage, or was it a car, transformed Into you, maybe, among a mid-afternoon traffic-swarm

To be born, unclose at the sight of you, rose, poetry flows from my senses And my spirit rises, again, from the grave Give you myself, rose, as mortality does, discloses the beauty of love

I know nothing about you, really, but i know youre beautiful, and intelligent, and everyone who knows you, i can tell, loves you, maybe platonically, but they still do, but i know that character i know well, and love – you

I love you g, humming beneath your breath, strutting across the servo carpark. And you cackle – it cuts thru constructions, like a cockatoo thru bush, and brings alive the Otherworld to our cyberpunk. And on the flipside, all your dystopian stuff. Everything i know about you, i love