Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

Last of the mohicans, Ramjet, and I can’t forget The ageless humour wet In his eyes Setting In love as green as trees Loki, I, raw Irish eyes In submission to one future Vision landscape, To the one clinical, cool, Structural precise her eyes Goddess That with lust I seek out Future time A future…

I wonder what your other obsessions be apart from me? And hopefully then, its just you and me? A sadist professional, master of disguise, and then me, a schiz, with elven ears, obsessed with martial arts, who serenades you with love poetry and my ass, on top of it, egads it’s funny, a bit peculiar,…

Today, I went to the shrine, planning to place flowers, colours in your form, Construct an effigy, a figure, to tell you, my love forlorn, to impress my own, Self upon yours, offered poetics of my hips, swaying to song, rhythms of hope, To one become, somehow, effortlessly, carrying me along, a goddess, I know…

   I’ve seen the moon, when she showed her death aspect, her face beam mortality, her veil hidden in nights shadow, and all that remained with me was love, All that comes,Regardless, regardless, does not matter atall – all,In the end, when things fail around you – is a moon of love, returning to you…

That night coming out, and coming back in the taxi, I dreamt, my sexuality put on trial by a council of judges Threw me into my dungeon, coin toss, seconds minute, ticking, ghosts at my dreaming head, within its walls, whispering, she’s not even gay And those that appear, friendly faces and women, disappear, or…

No news flies from Lady nature, Waiting for you, Waiting for you- Her special daughter: Do you know you wrote this poem?- Absently- do you know the elemental, rock hard, damp burning flight, confused Assembles, into your Form of Beauty?- When I look, at your dusky form, of elemental beauty, this poesy is charged thru…

Yes! I’m not imagining this, with a nod of your head, it’s sex priceless, love precious, jewel found I’m going to bed No, not in my brain, it’s flesh horny, that greets thee, in ecstasy, far away, cause your near me, to breathe im not crazy, I know, I’m not insane, you told me so,…

I have memories which never pass – your ancient seat, A love form, keeps me capturing your throne: Strains of love, from queen mermaids song, Disembarked on Bach’s old fashioned heart Notes march as ants, many workers build a throne- Prelude in C Minor, Bach texts on his piano Over land and sea flowed into…

You stem – butterfly still in sunlight, tree journeys in wind- Suspended forever – in my heart, unmapped, running wild, In world beginning These long feelings like Sundays, glide into my heart, From my heart’s gaze, A long tale pours out, You rose upon my history, wave on yogin sitting, Blended, woven in elements, wave…

(The image of the hookah, I owe to Olga Meos, ta) The pontiff, illusion to illusion: is it up or down, it’s lip service, climb up, climb down, a staircase, zig-zag, come down, spin round, where’s the meaning of Woman, pope you vanish, like puffed up smoke in a cloud: Bellydancer with her hookah and…