Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

Life’s a boxing ring, by five lost count how many I defeated, yet They still keep coming, you in the sidelines in your side glance Well we both know what you’re doing, struck once fell down, Fired back, laughing, in this all consuming boxing ring, set on Fire, now it’s blazing, this all engulfing, hot…

If searles right, and a stone bes merely a stone, until we construct it into a wall And I’m speaking for us all, Thens gold and what we assign to’t, Could we not say the leaves of a plant were worth their weight in’t? Perhaps say it’s idealistic, I’d say it’s simple logic, To give…

Did you catch my cloud drifting by, long ago, inside myself, with one eye closed, Did you catch my open eye, was it then I saw you, high on my shelf, Was it yesterday or someplace else- I lose myself in reflection, to return yourself To yourself, as you pass by, but tis I who…

My bosom, edge between plant magic and human engine, Drifts off in a puzzle, to outer realms of sound, where dwell Harpies, and mermaids, people with tails, in inhuman Dreams that colonise within my bosom, my heart Itself both monster and engine, outer regions entering In, when, of a sudden I wonder where have I…

Batting butterfly eyes, us, a butterfly flies away, like a line of journeys I chase her smile, her sorrow, her silence, mine also, lines of blurred journey’s I chase her veil, in the smell of earth’s mounds hollow, my paths that follow Does she ask, who above opened this line, this  new path, to this…

I was going to construct written stuff about some stuff, but some stuff’s stuffed in the head, best left stuff, undone, unsaid

My road, we pass On yours, there met Our souls You I see, there Stand we, I know thy Road, with my soul You see I Travel Your souls road We see soul, A road both met Where souls we know Between our souls A road, Us, between souls You and me Obsessed are we…

My shadow, as light, now, it somehows the same One was trying to find some meaning And return to what I was doing, oh yeah, Just making light conversation, while still remembering Your memory now, in one religious sensation, Happened, and what I’ve become, when I look At you now, at the world just your…

Dreams of love, nostalgia of Green Lady More beautiful than tv verse, hibiscus flowers’ poetry Cuts thru it, someone says I’m not gay stabs thru me Every time I can’t help it, that’s why people say it And it’s messed up humanity, fucken hurts me But followed upon it by earth breeze, grin and Bear…

You are to me, as the moon is to  night I get a glimpse, as from balcony to balcony, you flit, Emanating moonlight, Which to I, beneath and staring, only praise you with more feeling The more I see my guide, my shimmering mind, my love Appear as goddess morrigan, her spirit, her with light…