Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

The earth seemed simple green leaf, look on with eye But green of photosynthesis, transmutes Green emerald soul of earth to hurqalyas female love You seemed a Dr, in lust your sexy figure i sought Your beauty, in knowing female form, you’ve become Goddess of love, infused in hurqalyas green spirit From dwarves said I’m…

Well, if she’s interested she can come here? Today I swore I’ll keep my promise, I not there… A kind of logic, close but far, and close I am, she not here, her everywhere! I saw her, close, I the deer, this time, caught in her headlights, bam,Her eyes said, everything, said I love you,Running…

Struck by a dream, I’d throw myself off a bridge, cad I, today, what more can one say? That you need to discipline me? I’m struck by that dream, too Maybe it’s nothing tho, and just the world’s falling apart, I’m just feeling guilty Just in love How hard it is, to be in love…

I picked up Shakespeare’s sonnets from my shelf, as one does, as I passed I had to, I was thinking on you Lacking your honey voice, I was out for some magic, or tech, or some drug, to stand in for you, cause im red hot and blue Well, picking it up, Shakespeare’s contention fell…

In its natural course, my mood in a state of barren sorrow Love’s lack, circles back, around life’s climate, heart’s rotation, Thru the Eternal Hall of Seasons, from which I borrow My strength to face gossip’s changing climate, and the wintry Blast of my own goddess, domme morrigan, from you steal, Joy from your eyes…

(Snake was a symbol of the goddess before she was demonised, also from nod, i learnt the druids were also called snakes, which is why it’s said, St patrick destroyed them in Ireland) In my garden-world, solitary world, pensive of another, To linger long-struck, roving on romance’s verge, an eternal Plunge, the serpent and doe,…

Birds on the cusp, symbol of air, heading on thru mind in flights motion, between A place, or height, where creek bent time, flower art, or art made brick wall, or realm created A bend in forked path – bird or civilisation – to where? I consider myself, between everything, Waiting your answer, can I…

My mind in bed, dreaming last night, every Possibility became possible, and probable, neural Branches awoke, in comprehension, every life Form spoke, reflect in morning earthlight, from The crows bellow form the clouds changing In symphonies of delight, lemon tree, goddess held up, Thyrsus of the mind, branching  world’s paths, ‘tween Limitless potential, and life’s shape,…

Look at yourselves, scum Dregs of earth sucked up Is there nothing left to love? All youse care about is your Dead selves Who would mock love But the ill in the head? In this mad hell I’ll look to love, where love seems Madness, among spirit Processions dead drove love Mad yourselves driven mad…

(From a patients totality) When I walk, and someone makes a comment about how I shake my ass, I’ll have trouble walking; that they say I get a funny look when they mention beastiality so I have trouble with my expression; that by suggestion, my complexion, “goes red”. Then, to have a reaction: this they…