Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

I got the notion you were close by, a Fever. I was going round asking people Did you hear her, the love of my life? They didn’t know I was referring to you Just looked at me strangely. Way people Do. I’ve only said your name to one Person since you’ve been on my mind…

Like that bitch at your desk her glasses Stuck on an invisible woman …she’s the bitch who dyes her hair my colour, like mine She wouldn’t lie! …she’s my bitch of a sister who’s moved into my room Her shit doesn’t stink! That bitch at your desk, duplicated herself Many times She’s many bitches now,…

Is that you, g? Why don’t you just jump the fence? I would stop you crying All these jealous bitches making you cry They just can’t help lying They’re some fucking hypocrites, g Not worthy of your time Or mine Come, we’ll dance away Smiling

Men who think they rule the spheres above thy oceans Goddess, who could not but cast  hatred back at them? The woman friend or foe, echoing, “Is that why Everyone hates her?” The answer lies in the assumption Of the question, not a question, declaring its own Reality. Should have asked, who are they to…

You’ve become not just Life by my tongue reckoned Greater than myself your name, Forever, whose mark’s In my own Death. In every House, under every Sun What endureth that no longer has any choices left For to follow you, who took my heart, and in following You be it not removed from myself, now…

I was just thinking of you In glasses, a crow took an Interest, seated by your side Your messenger between gods And mortals you a phantasy Between goddess and mortal domme morrigan Life comes alive, and Life’s power fell from me I couldn’t say if it was you Give and take my life in Beauty, who…

The Dandenong Ranges Were a flowing creek And were taking me To their home Fast I went Past the sky The Dandenong Ranges Were looking You are the sky Opening fast Into which I flow On my way As I was passing Thru this realm My heart is No longer Mine to own Where are…

An Morrigan stands upon the hill Her visions transform Into waves of cascading traffic She sends from her Throne Yet, but a shade connected To everyone else, I wander Alone, desiring her, I Would call domme morrigan

Kings and their servants gathered A huge affair Where are we here, in the scheme of things? If the Fool could touch you Fortune would make you Queen of the company Of Kings and their servants Fortune made you my Queen says the Fool, since I’ve served you Fortune has turned me into your slave…

When asked what makes me tick, I replied NOD had this tale of a band of Celtic warriors When asked what sustained them in the midst of Christendom They said The strength of our hands, the truth in our hearts, and the promise on our lips And for me Hands, heart, and lips All make…