Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

How’s your Sunday, G? Lazy, I hope A few scattered freaks have been yelling, “devil” On account, it’s Sunday, makes em sound holy Busy trying to abduct me and set me up this morning Hiding what they’re really doing behind a Sunday I’d say if there were “evil” people, they’d dress up For a big,…

I didn’t put you on The top 3 list Lawson, Jovovich, and Meos Beauty’s material robes Fall flat at your feet Locked into Spirit’s misty sight Your eyes, locked into mine Jacked into this sim Press my button G, The Real Thing Beauty, Truth, and Love Arise in your eyes At the same time, at…

I just got scared, just in case a monkey typing randomly on a typewriter Said you came to my door while I was asleep And now it would take an infinity more, for that monkey to type, you randomly Have come to propose at my door, all this Tho, Love was typed, Forevermore

Pure thing, people are mistaken, they ask, “How can a pure heart be freely given?” The label slut, I’d call a free woman. Suckle sweeter, cling to bad girl mummy Hippocratic oath, caring heart, seasonal Demeter, a cycle of love for me How is love defined? In all your contradictions, in all your changes Caring…

Found each other Among the traffic again Acknowledgement We’re still here, g, passing You’ve acknowledged To love you is what gods do I feel godlike to see you Enlightened, a holy sight Acknowledgement Between us only

A religious lady talked to me today. Talked thru God. I felt God’s spirit move her words, yet they stirred up my thoughts, I kept comparing you If not for God, she would not have made it thru. Yet my only revelation is my conversion to you. If not for you, I would not have…

To not dream would not be fully human, I dreamt – They dehumanised dreams Wherein my dream was a strange dream – Not of real things The apparition laughed and said, “Do I dream – I’m laughing at you or me? This laughter I seem to be becoming – Is it dehumanising me?” A human…

Away from you, domme morrigan, I listen out For your sound. Everything’s uprooted, away from You now. Sound talks but there’s no sound. Really, There is no world, now. I keep touching your tag As if I had been cast adrift. If the sky fell down Into the sea, and life became shadows listless. It…

Who do I write my poem for? Which one that I adore? Her of the charming curls, or deadly sports, or bible-sting? So many they could talk together about who I more adore Aah, thou, cunningest of all, Beauty! The poem quite Charming, tho her disarming, resembles her more

On my night vigil The hibiscus gave me flowers, Your name, g, to craft that place Night swallowed the freaks Two kookaburras, old friends Remain belly-laughing at my love You have not come The night’s poetry Creaking knees in the rain My heart’s in a beautiful place I love you, tho I look stupid As…