Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

Say, you could call it the Holy Spirit, was coming thru the Great Mother, in colour, in force of laughter, as if channelled from a hilly spire, as if sat on the grass beside your car, as if riding with you, heart near, dear, and I can see you, light, in your dark lair, And…

I wrote I didn’t see the moonlight, Her honey voice doesn’t come, Fountain tongue from which Sprung the earth’s fertile sound. I wait, her beauty in Every other thing, flower tangles In my hair, from the admixture, Thunders’ sound sprung. Rain comes down as I remain, From moon’s throne, in a web Spun, sure entangled,…

Like the rugged coast Approached on wave Army of 60,000 leeches Slashing down upon My cliff face glide Wave to wave, clash Sword to sword, drawn Person to person, a laugh, That sharply weather’s The storm, with devotion Of spirit

Beautiful! I found that word, today,  I went for a walk to find you, to find me finding you, to find myself in you, and, wow, we search for one another, to find we’re beautiful, us two With flowers and birds, white and blue, women with smiles, in my heart beside you Twas a sunny…

Since I met you I’ve been stalking down side streets in a rush of mirrors, crashing them into you down speeding roads, passing your cars, nonchalantly, watching your arse move, backwards, aiming at your beauty, it wasn’t me, it was you, I was picking flowers, or is that you? Today I stopped and listened to…

What creature, out of Oran Mor’s infinity of sound, selects the very words to cut my spirit down She’s not even gay Look at you, no longer really human, not even grace, a soulless campaign poster; hate When I sought enlightenment, before I met you, my muse, I would not give up on love to-…

Could art be thought vanity, Trapped inside a movie, As the character, locked Inside a prison, cannot Find his way out to Beauty? But like someone desperate Scrolling on an island of Imagery,  stopping her Seeing Nature’s branch Of flower, spread forever Outward, like a cascading Ogam, she taught her, G’s symbol, her Beauty, A…

Seems, echoing, someone laughing malformed dreaming, Seems the shape of my mind just realised it’s hollow unmeaning I met you ere, commanded in spells seemed dreaming Walking in dizzy spells, circles, seems ere is only meaning What seemed sleep, was, into your spells, waking What seemed unreal is the only dream with feeling Yet phantoms…

A lesson in reason: So yellowstreak started a rumour that I’m into animals, everyone said because he said it it must be true,So now I stand up for myself, he says I’m insane,The male voice of reason comes over, and agrees, Meanwhile, there’s wierdos who I’ve never even spoken to saying I’m not gay, trying…

As if the grass everywhere were singing, Her song Covering the nature-strip, and being Reflected the green sky in heaven, like A choir of angelic humans,  watching Over my shoulder, as the bells in my blood Were ringing, my eyes, popping, sight of her, I’d thought I’d had a hit of something, Her in her…