Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

What keeps I  tied , and who I am  in operations Melbourne  Spread the world online, paths crisscross, the world constructs Bodies cross, force fields  in pillowtalk, I’m at a loss, across Phantasm, domme, into my life, your anchor queen, constructs Itself, in mirror of my elf emerge hame, elfhame, to your power      Morrigan, anchor in…

(How came I to Berwick?) The birds live side by side, here, with us, the plants shrink from our touch, the little creek, buried, ‘neath green ruins, is like we’re already dead In Berwick suburbia used to be so normal we’d complain about the eye-sore tanks, water flowed anticlockwise, same as every other water And…

I almost had a falling out with reality, tis called an argument, But takes on shapes of strange dreams, and this be my own Argument, ‘gainst reality, begins with me saying, let me pursue my Own dream, to Plotinus, lying his couch, psychoanalysing me, He told me how ise meant to be happy, I said,…

I set down your smile, eyes, too, in stone, but your face is beyond measureless space Space cannot hold you Nor portrait replace you Nowhere falls behind you You encompass eyes drawn from nowhere A portrait that cannot contain you, smiles Your eyes glow, impress my eyes in depth, drawing smiles from me, everywhere From…

And why I saw your ancient face, holding a phone, was why I started to scribe my ancient text I dont know how to ask: can I  touch your skin? How would one of those liars who reach you before I do, lie about my desire to touch you? Don’t believe them, they don’t know…

Today I thought, why not make today a party, a winterdaze? In you me, there were no bad purpose to any of it, we’re in love Toxic and antiseptic jokes, unfunny daggers, painkillers, masks, and cloaks, crowd the heart In merry supernatural party, dancing Meeting on pathways, which direction they go, follow me, tho Random…

Statue, domme morrigan, never tasted your golden honey, struck By wonder, what is beauty? When your sight is gold is’t tasted Superficially? Maybe in impression, every moment I’ve beheld you, a new statue to love more than the last one, tho All the same golden woman? Is Beauty your spirit, strictness, Your magic art to…

garbage talk in the gutter: vanilla vomit like a casey city overflow rescue me only thing true: you only thing to listen to: you can you hear me, the torrent sweeps thru: rescue you, now, too: not swept from the city, the tide of refuse help you recall you’re majestic don’t please leave me alone,…

I was going to say something… About illusion and your truth Got distracted playing at tetris with letters falling down g domme morrigan In that way, placing you in illusion and truth, Your truth is my truth Your illusion, my illusion, you’re my best friend, g, placed in my lettering, I believe in your illusion…

In my poetry of her absence, I’m sending messages, around my centre, a puzzle, a lady, an enigma, my domme morrigan, attempting to form a picture, but in a state of disorientation, well, would seem, that I ready myself, and go to battle in my love for her I love more than any other, in…