Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

My heart’s root, respawned, from days gone, Revives, in thoughts embodied in her beauty, Changed in edges, meanings in dreams, dead thoughts Buried in dread, sex, anxiety, phantasies defeated, In war, domme morrigan, a dark in which all shapes arise, Come into being, in vegetable shafts, climbing, Loneliness returning – a sword edge, embedded –…

Isaak Would seem a wicked game, But if beheld in spirits glowing fire, A dancing flame Momentary to your Wicked playing I’m playing my own game No more I’ll say A mind as tricky as mine – A mazepoint meeting of minds: Your wicked game, my Crazy-led unfathomable desire in the deep sky Messed-up your…

Look whats happening in the world While I waste time The freaks are laughing… In the space between, I want to speak With my own voice In a daydream

When there were mystics, they’d say, the Path is Perilous, Elen of the Ways, Mystics, trying to find embodiment, we’re all vampires, these days, Cubed in a moment, a path – that measureless depth, lands in one breath, Aah, to move together, so close your eyes follow me, for that I’d risk All Ways

Imagine, g, you were a physician in the Middle East, In its golden era, and you awake one day, to thumping On your door, appears a dirty village idiot, full of lice, And a rusty pitchfork, which they rush at you, With the word “God”, and do you not feel a stirring, g, Akin to…

I’m not a scientist but to me, it’s essential, and popular thought is becoming very unscientific Take a white object An argument made against me, has been that because I am good, I am really evil Take the white object This argument states, that in being white, the object is, in fact, black And carry…

Like a death-cry, the freaks laugh, some feast for carrion As I step outside, lit up before me’s the moon, so big Luna speech, the branch moves, with my spirit, Water the plants, and set them in their right places And there, in tune with my thinking on you, they sing

I should have been descriptive, about a tortured mind, About how they crossed the road from me, but they had no spine, Just laughing monkeys hanging on a grapevine, in a troupe, Doom coming, no upright heart They’d like me to justify again, at mercy, their banana flinging, But I couldn’t give a fuck about…

I wanted to write you a poem of magical words, I love you So if you sell out, chicken out, turn against me, or turncoat I love you – It matters not – A bit to me, you are the most beautiful thing about me And my life seem, but misery, nay, I know not…

There’s a freak, dwells in my backyard Sniggered with glee and harm, an attack, I unarmed, it said, what all the freaks say Good luck with g now! Have these inhumans, tho so pleased with themselves, never felt love? And you choose, g, what is up to you, and always, I’ll love you, with you…