Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

To draw blood They call it love! This wanting to feel pain Be jealous of To possess Return harm for some harm Unintentionally harmed of You don’t even want to question Nor think But to feel only The caress of love!

Day’s jest begun- rushed fester – in their cruel waves, the wierdo parade- Laughing, but who cares? I just want to start a fire The fields chief flower Shakespeare said aloud I plucked you from the crowd, I thought I laugh at myself, all in good jest But on my bed reading Prometheus Bound Holding…

In life, I carry within me the unknown, out from which words sprung, and the unknown which grows, like plants, out the primal, which is in you, in love and death, and soil, never final, Feeling grows, inclines its head to your mystery, around which all things coalesce, in growth, tho how, is me unknown…

I’ve read much outlined beauty, of muses fair faces, and countenance, purity, mild- Sunlight in a green garden, with tea, and a portrait of a pretty virgin lady, I’ve seen Swinburne and Baudelaire, down on their knees, at villainous harpies Even tho you be both, so your muse is greater, your beauty a flawless diamond,…

I’m a melancholy knight, out in nature, distracted in processing loves language- …. Song- hibiscus flowers Chatter A magpie enters Like sunlight arriving Ramjet asks Someone or something And I, unlike me, join in Laughing Magpie rapping And ramjet says something And i say anything- …. Magpie comes back in Ramjet repeats “anything” A crow…

I know, just as natural as John Barleycorn’s field My heart will be broke open, misconstrued, My words used in harm, by the creepy minds That bloody the cornfield horror story around me But from me, I tell thee, I’ll not poison the blade From me, I’ll give thee light, and my light mingles, Your…

Obviously you’re not from the same school as me, ever since then I’ve been Rambling round writing verse, drawing portraits, songs play on my words Trying to find you: words to make music of your image, absent impression I held to my heart so dearly, clung to, the unfound, longed for tho without sound Where…

As everyday begins, brings the wierdo parade, and me Marching, in all pride for myself, I represent, every lezzo on earth Put in hell, oppressed, told they dont exist, judged, I thought Myself blessed, being lez, toward the refinery of lashings On the way cars were galleys, full mast on the freeway, Passed pirate gazes,…

That I have being but not being with you, is thought from Plato’s time, I knew But it’s untrue, and falsely, spirit collapsed into a dead shelf, as flame into ash- But I was someone else, mad and bad, I collapsed with that thought into hell- So I know, not-being with you, is the only…

Hahaha, there’s a beautiful gift of a fertile thunderstorm from lady nature and the stub nosed yobbos, a new stralian marsupial, called out I’ve conjured a storm against them! could you sum up stralian patriarchy, any better? How they heard it over the sounds of their tinnies going into the bin?Oh, but now I’ve mentioned…