Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

That woman sitting in front of me, who looked passed me when I said I’d had trouble eating and sleeping, become With her curls, brown eyes, and golden skin, her paused in thinking, Spirit manifesting g’s beautiful grace, Not Allah, in the book I was reading, my spirit seeking, not defined, but shaped in her…

The wind, voice older than night Trips over it’s ending, begins Again In me, my mind, circling round, No touch, no sound, despite My mind Laughter passes, tripping Sorrow whirls, where’s itself Beginning Asks Time, I dont care, says Mind, never ending, says wind, Beginning I dont want to be here, I want End to belong…

The freaks of fisher Close are at it again, laughing and saying im not gay, again Tho I’ve been hearing the freaks say good luck again Maybe they read my text and are just trying to drive me mad as usualOr is it because of something you’ve done again? 1000s of them need to gather…

Dearest G, fellow mischievousness,                     They say I don’t love you, how could they know? With no one in my bed over a year, g, is that not enough said? If I cheated on you, would it not make you suffer? And therefore, I suffer the freaks lies, because I love you Because if…

Into the sublime surreal, like a zig zag tells Of a jewel found within a crazy laneway, tells Of you, what’s mad and true, a track to cross, (Hung up on a necklace) bent in two When I see you, I feel swell, symmetrical (So on mine, pen your eccentric heart) My sense of humour,…

Life took her sensible root, left us burning for each other Transplanted over, the corps goading a mad, new, hell-bound Future, and I gone mad, too, g, over thee, they’re coming for me Really, in their mass-produced cars that speak, cause I’d die To live in love, us burning in us, each transplanted over each,…

Observance: when your nightshade, growing out, felt and found me, became your garland of compassion, queen, Your souls crown, I thought you phantasm! Last winter I watched you, looking terrified at my dreaming within, Yet know, the flowers from your soul, grow life into my own, g. What seemed phantasm but passes into your crown,…

I’m not good at chess, there’s lots of rules, and I’m good at breaking ’em Of late, two opposites, we met, I’ve played that, over and over again Then there’s the game, pleasure and pain, seems we’re engaged in war, Domme morrigan, queen and knight, but there’s rules, I’m learning Thru every graceful turning of…

I was sitting In an ocean In my castle In spirit, tell me How you pierced Right thru My root set Between your Thighs, driven me Wildly dissident Step up, relish Every moment of’t

As I see it, earth’s flinging all her love on you: her colour, shape and movements set In the flowing breeze, that she cannot but speak in a breeze passing by, she speaks Of you. Her humans, in cubed drugs and knowledge, tho none has as much guile as you!  Take my heart, then, thru…