Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

I’m just walking as I always do, looking out for you g, But seems everything stopped, as in forgetfulness The sky moved into red and became a flower scent On the face of a beautiful woman, and she could Be you becoming Eternal Time, painted fathomless, in the Instant begins again, I’m thinking I love…

I picked up a feather Like a relic upon me Head-dress to flight My wings Expanded in sky Below people yelling, forgetting Yesterday, domme…today Beautiful women’s eyes with Galahs spoke blessings In all tongues, civilizations Light as a feather fell Air swirled around me in spell All beauty beheld My heart was careless Wingèd light,…

A compass inside my heart Where are you now, g Texting you’re looking at me In Love’s sign, you Exist, become A reference to truth, for me Without true or false A peopled social fabric No constellations to look up to To guide across the sea Lost self reference In a social orgy In a…

Nonsense self-contained in It’s path ’round – when in a Mirror one sees jabberwocky An army of green trees Course of moon and sea Bend life’s meaning to thee Liars don’t understand Life’s nonsense told Utter universe holds I want a domme who nurtures The good she sees in me So liar your spirit Never…

Berwick in the bush, my senses walking Await her hand in my own, follow The trail the tripping flowers softly take Nothing, nor force open the door to her, A rose palace that arose in the bush – from Whom blooms, beautiful flowers pour, lain, In spring-rain scents on a step that leads Out of berwick,…

How am I not a raving lunatic by now, domme morrigan? It’s something I can not decipher, my sanity, even by intellectual snobbery – it’s so dumb this commotion about nothing! I’m asking you, do you understand what I’m talking about – these mad people are saying I’m mad – do you understand why I’d ask…

Her majesty, supreme in love, of weather uncertain A plant’s stalks light up in sands of flame her vision My warble, plays with sounds of fire, the possible Rises underground, I’ll end up alone if I keep Waiting alone for her, that deep silence of her Not arriving, never coming. We could do better if…

How relaxed I was within, yet my body wanted to be outside the window, looking in Wanted, a desire to touch something alike, not a dream, my body relaxed elsewhere I think, looking in, my body, their body, and what was the vision touching, the glass Shattering between our bodies dream, then pieces were flies…

In your anger strange In the good folk’s Pain lies The way back to The modern world In our own eyes A dull wall A face or a devil shifts Into place Good folk shapes In a riddle true or false Remains The good folk talk the Pathway back To modern Earth I knew the…

Frost says his lecturer said to draw nature is just pretty, And (he says)Lucretius says art portrays all nature In magnificent entirety Ugliness and Beauty Thus weaves thru art, her Lady, truthfully You’ve become jewel in the crown of my art, And now I know ugliness Of your beauty is part In your complexity all…