Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

Can’t blame just more of the same, casting blame – You cant You can’t cast karma, blame the innocent, of nothing – You shan’t Pin it on me, but I’m not guilty, you can’t blame me – For love I’ll fight for a vision, of a universe where none But love me Cause I can’t…

You’d think I’d release the crying Queen of Diamonds, As she binds herself to my bed, returning every night You’d think I’d be nice, and be loathsome, Instead, I laugh, and she’s happy to see me, While my appetite, set in my own purpose, Craves submission to her desire, and I love her, selfishly

It hit me like a bus, i didnt see you, i kept hearing the word submissive, and I know you’ve probably found someone else So I think I must be dead Well, actually I wasn’t good enough for you anyway I thought, why was i even born in the first place? Part of me has…

A life of nothing but a hope, a hope a domme, A domme will come, out of the blue, in her black gloves, Thru laneways, i dont know, but i become, of her black gloves, Hopechasing but an M for maybe, scroll-led way, Perhaps I’ll find, waiting me on my phone one day, Her touch,…

And to stipulate politically, to me, only Thinking I was a man, I’ve held off, g, all the while, in such reverie Smile in my sexuality, at thee, how like a superhero, you came to rescue me, And a leaf, she call to me, your smiles not a crocodile, and so shape the leaf, And…

The moon and her orb of influence, oversees Birthday girls green tendrils creeping over my eyes, Freak-lunatic, laughing under her skies, Brigit – Angel – Into this realm, shapes of pain coming alive In sleep in Ellen DeGeneres’ riches I lie, My bloody heart, that sits in your mouth, I beg thee, Will you not…

                 (slowly) In every dream driven in auto pilot Joy-hum In dreams caught mid-air                     (spin) Dreamcatcher verse, Traceless, Fine strings, Hold your erotic body Queen on web                      Drip                     (stare)                      

Surreal darkling, in sorrow my fancy hearkens to her Light, to be her sub in her soft eyes, her soul, both illumined, In affinity, suspended across the sky, I always wonder If she’s real, that impression left, and not knowing, yet If I be hers, deprives my life, it’s own, there! – can’t be real?

Dust has arisen again, and is whirling around devil-men Will you go on watching, humanity – gnostic, pagan, witch, Forever burning? I wanted a quickie meditation, you blurted out Oh, I’ll be in on That raelene, enlightenment’s radiance, put on your crown, g, Entangled in its vision Not ensnared by the dull; in you, found…

The hill’s alive with the sound of music…Freak streets alive with the sound of rabid monkeys… Does a mass of monkey laughter drown out the music? Naah, you all degrade yourselves, I’m glad to be the target of your cowardice Means I’m not one of you, means I can still hear the music in the…