Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

If it’s time, my eye Closing And we’d said goodbye All my light returning To the sky-realm From sun born To sun returned The cone that holds your Light, expires Into eternal darkness Between sun and moon I know less than I do A simulation of sunlight Half sun/unknown Thru whose house did you Enter…

What matters a hate campaign against you, g? You’re a hero. You did the right thing and stuck up For me. You’re not alone, g, not with me – I’m going Thru one, too. Sky falling down on us both. A rainbow Appears – see? For us! From the blue. Hold onto me We’ll climb…

I’m stricken with raindrops on my soul, O lovesick arrows. Life held together, beautiful. One goes for a walk, one two one two, multiple, with you the rain mingles it’s arrows. Your love, pathway thru delerium, wet, to your house, and I’m dripping thru. Seems mad, the pain I feel going past you. Lovesickness, old-time…

(Facebook notes) In love of G and chivalry, seek the prize, I stand against the low tide, with the force of my goddess, a soul’s noble pride, against an all-out brawl, on my left, on my right, fall                                         19th January                      11th February It comes round again, another Round One, Raelene, Fight!

I love you, do you hear me? Go toward that loving voice, be still, love, and be loved. What else can be found? Deep down in forever, in that night, now, wound – me – in your curls I love, stuck to your honey voice. Something found, a knot tied us together, I love you…

What describes her best? Behind black eyelashes Never at rest, batting in her Beauty-sleep Dreaming, of dark things circling the grey sky, Round midnight’s house seems disturbed, in unrest. Yet within, she is sleeping blessed, in her Soft heart, on whose bank, an angel lies musing. “Things are themselves, but you’re a mystery To me,”…

There was a world made of god-like people, and Eden’s strewn on every glance They wanted (what was it called, vanished like a dream?) Love, to fall from a tree Yet, where they looked they only saw hate. In this world, they reached the moon. Trawled the depths. Built flying machines and wonders. But still couldn’t find…

The looms of factory morality have spread around us Set up dials to protect us from ourselves, entombed us in Judgement, to the hypocrites, I deride them, “morior invictus” Wildness breaks out of me, I call with my sweet sub song, you Come. You of nature’s rhythm made, will I find you on that Hunt…

Many train trips happen like this. Someone I’ve never seen before sits near me These people are of the mistaken belief they know me They start talking about me and mocking me, making out as if they know more than my goddess does They even believe they have telepathic powers and can read my thoughts…

In the trials and tribulations, I see  Sweet-nothing’s, I send to G In their loud thunderclap “Give up!” freaks bark I make preparations to protect her From death’s vicious fangs of jealousy By people who can’t see their vulgarity Transformed into packs They become that With heroic words like these G’s perfection to me Becomes…