Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

I, in a house screwed contrariwise, hearts and nerves likewise, find doors, Flung open to my knocking eyes,  ‘hind this a parade, leads along a pink road To the end of my life, neverending, ‘hind another sits a giant Gnawing my bones, so spin contrary, to door 3, the universe open To me, thru this…

I was having a thought about you, what was I thinking about, Weaving in and out th’ day, a dream, not really thinking About you, purposeless branches, breathes in, Out, it’s way to hang itself around something to do with you But what that is I’ve thought about, day in, out, a love Of which,…

Like in a portrait, All is the face, Nay, all were your face I drew to get Thru to you To say just me and you Is less perfect Than me invisible To draw you Draw you here in this place Of spiritual Awakened tracing Your spirit In your face

In my head you were sitting, and my elven ears picked up Your scent, full of wonders and love, and my schizophrenia, And nature within, does it make sense, nature thus reasons That when I look out at your face in life’s direction, all this stops, You take central place, in my heroic epic, and thus…

Someone said people’s power lies in not forgetting Each day that passes of this modern world, dreams Of love, passing into serapax, us, passing into machines, A light flickers, and suddenly, you’re in your fluorescent Reality, I’m in my everyday hell, it was just a little flicker But whatever! Forget not that night, come back…

As I understand, being in this universe of becoming, speak in love Or, love and this universe of being, are becoming one To me, what you’re becoming, be not scared of becoming in love, Hold being and hold becoming at once, between us, In there – being – not scared of becoming love, As I…

On street-light above, released last night, sun swinging Magpie singing, we’re onward,  this morning, on wing, Clear love ahead, and what’s last night, don’t fear tread, Her clear banner, above, you smile, led, Laugh at her heart, her set picture in sky, now, see, I as magpie, swing in, sing they’re working working on you…

tonight, I’m stunned, not with pain, but with lovefirst time in my lifeit’s called a mortal wound to live, I’m struck with life, a clash on soul, knew none but strife, now to love, but care for death as she cares for my life who now do I live, not die someone who cares now…

Seems theories, well, what can I say, do they expand, contract, or all of a sudden rip A Reality’s Harmony, does it be? Me, I just remember being small, spinning, looking up at the sky, t’was beautiful to me, But, electrons make me dizzy!

The green world, with her branch, extends Haraway lost into her own thought… Along lines, unknown, her matrix cast forth, unknown but On disembodiment from herself Appropriation of my own insanity? Male or female, become, yet still, me, grafted, I love to: Shake it Get down      Move, my body