Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

Maybe we’re not physically touching, but When I hear the call of divinity, you come A bird, winged to me, your spirit within, G Even when you’ve picked up things from Other women, your honey voice, flies beside me Thru everything, your soul is forever appearing The sound of a magpie, I hear everywhere I…

There’s a psychological term for my anxiety, which I had to teach myself And who could blame me? “Hypervigilance” and getting anxious makes “My face light up.” And that’s meant to be an “argument” – to condone homophobia and misogyny By telling a lesbian she’s not gay, using her sexuality as a means of warfare…

Indian mystics say noone knows where the universe came from or where it’s going But I’m hopeful, as I walk on the side of the road watching, I can flag you down From the moon. The night is watching the rain fall on the bitumen, the sound Of you crying. You could wish me to…

I awake alone on my birthday, always alone, I’ll end up alone The sound of the clamour of mockery, my strength today Drawn from freaks’ craft, beastiality-bisexual-paedophile Pointed at you, G, my heart. There’s nothing to do Or say or react to, but an effortless state in which I draw the dagger, you G, into…

Twine the rose, the garland Twine Anacreon trans Moore I fell back into poesy My desire For you weaved itself around me when I saw you My eyes Gave me song As a bird’s wings climb air, to touch the sun As I need words To draw Your flight, from aether, out of the sky,…

Once Truth, Justice, and all morality seemed noble Yet over all those things, I’d hand myself over to your laws, G, You make me happy, happy in each other, in that love blissful In you, happily. And those things ignoble be – the freak Neanderthals, that think they have culture and morality, With their Victorian…

I went to martial arts classes, must have picked up a little parasite. It was  A filthy place, full of ill will. This little parasite grew as big as people’s political evil And I saw a doctor about it, and she knew, her hair in curls, I saw a miracle And cried as my goddess’…

Metaphysics, the study of the nature of being. Each to their own studies, right? When I think of how I was taught metaphysics at uni, it was taught very astutely atheist, and I think, “I can’t understand metaphysics that way” That I could measure the whole universe when it’s something greater than the sum of…

In my life, always loved God and wondered What is love? And goddess came to me in you, in your eyes’ and skins’ hue And I wondered Who are you? In whose voice sings my own Heart, viewing an orchard, you speak of forget-me-nots once Lost.  You be God who I can see thru, I…

People think G’s setting me up. G isn’t setting me up. When I fuck up, she thinks I’ve rejected her. When she thinks I’ve rejected her, she loses the plot. And she even screams at the top of her lungs at such moments that I’m Satan. That’s why people think so. But in reality we…