Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

I was watching TV and I thought how could you believe those things about me – washing machine – thud of street – flags arching over berwick – hearsay – I admit, I find that stupid And my elven ears listening, my beliefs of you, clashing with fears – laughing – talking to – climbing…

In another attempt at a love poem, I gather centres to centres, in a whorl of portraits, each centred in love, Gathered together, could I even closely capture the centre of even just one? And looking on- Can I see in the centre even, of them, the essence whereof? The portrait that hangs there, clasped…

Pistons were accelerating, as the earth was passing beneath, and the steam train, fast, seemed to lift my spirit, and As it passed, struck me in the head, smoke confused, like a nuke, blasted me deathless as a ghost mute Just lost, and not knowing what was lost, not knowing death, and struck dumb, nothing…

At school, I was not taught about loves form, That one day, older, I would feel set up by a woman, That fated, would seem in her beauty, was in on, The hate that fills the red skies with my blood A shooting star passed above Seems life is not what we were taught it…

Perhaps, long ago, When my blood had drained, Intoxication to some wierdo, Then maybe, dear, You would have diagnosed me With melancholic love, At very sight of you! And that you’re a physician Dr, tho you realise not That in your haemoglobin My humoured cure was found, A witchdoctor potion transfused thruout So that, old…

Give to caesar what is caesars Jesus Making progress in warfare on what I hold dear And that, the Holy Spirit manifest in Pride, Sweeping tide, limbs appear, flags held aloft The moon, claim my soul, as I stand with pride On a battlefield, scene of my many corpses They feed, with two arms, two…

I want you to draw it My very breath Taking in spirit, holding it in flesh I’d like to pass on my nous Since I came upon it Looking for you I drew a breath: I’d like you to know How it feels To pass it on, lung to lung, Holding breath in spirit, within…

Spiritual sight constructs stars and planets, life in pain below and above, heaven in bliss, Dreaming of love’s realms, collapsed, vision of spirit, vision Beautific, A love poem, around which weightless stars float irrelevant, impression of a woman, Gravity unrobes, beauty in eyes living for, my world thru your immanent vision, Spirit poised around you,…

My marching feet, feathering, bring me purpose to send my love thru sleek wing Seeking the opening of open sky, fanning out into light, and fly winged, black wing, Messenger into night, into all time, your time, g, feather bring me open wing, Without you, twirls in my fingers, I think what I could bring,…

About not to get stuck on one thing in ma, is without question: Your heart to fathom, as one would, from deepest chaos, to celestial bursting, Me a spinning top, not taking advice anymore – No understanding, philosophy discarded, only loving: Your heart Is my pattern flowing An example I thought the question my instructor…