Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

Every weekend, there’s wars in my elven ears, different sides speaking, opposed – one you, is in love with me, one you just wants me to suffer, and I think each one is YOU And part of ME, wants to forget about you, and move on from an unrequitted love, the other part still melts,…

Gone – Morning parades of snails and slugs, happy being themselves, Under starlight, Gone to earthlight laughter in bells no longer ringing in tune, in time, sinking into blue – Where fled you? When laughter becomes a thing of the past, too? Gone mad, Reminiscing to itself Will I be but a memory, then, in…

Seems to be my lifelong existential questioning I ask of the universe Why am I still here? No matter how hard I try to die, I can’t Nothing good happens anymore Nothing I say seems to have any meaning, who even cares, really, texting, Why mobile phone, am I here? What the answer to all…

So if I know I’m being filmed, why would I act, according to the claim, Then deny the same, if I know it’s on film, you’d just blackmail me – you illogical Braindead As a knowledge grown round you, but not yet found you, to my heart I’ve discovered bdsm. If religion purchases their powerlessness,…

I cannot sit, in 6.30am, alone in 6.30am’s love’s torture, With Freak-worms feeling their suckers to my ears, I cannot sit, when love’s going sour, you know, let love’s Light go out, like that, everywhere, knowing you now, In moon’s return, adventure cannot sit still, but in future Evolve, I don’t look back in anger,…

Bitch encircled sea – A crater of nothing, but evil, Enveloping our wheel Flinched at being – So tiny, (I know now) Against yourself Cried true love, I’d craft Shield for you – nothing – not Ever see – I’ll fashion everyday Colloquialism, saying please Don’t take your sight away from Me – no don’t…

Sitting next to an angel, and trying to think why her Pounce, pounce, pink mouse poetry, her good soul, Claws my thought, when I’m next to an angel, when My thought’s a pink mouse, and pink mouse an angel, And thought follows in twists and turns, falls upon itself, And I pink mouse, angel and…

I’ll not dismiss the Freaks as irrelevant, to do so would be stupid as them as they play with spiritual fire + The Freaks are very real, very organised, they’ll stop at nothing Hatred, lies, prostituting themselves, taking God’s name in vain, performing lowly feats, and acts of cowardice in crowds Tens of thousands, bent…

What language, then speaks to me, you said, God? With love-troubled thought, I echo to you, g? 6am Backyard, picking grass for an angel, meowing? out the Dark, white Aussie male twang, “yaw a-a-hh-s-ss!” – a fart? Upon the gallows of Justice, all hung; and speaking, on The magnanimous wind – the goddess cackles to…

My queen, all’s begun, all strife’s said – Always appearing: Wearing my world’s crown on your head, between our Mischievous wink, but now, instead … I cry, my tears start Breaking, they’re picking on you for me… and, G, I Dont think anyone’s ever been ashamed as I, at this Attempt to spite, the love…