Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.
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14th Birthday Pony
Taking the chance and closing my eyes to let the warm leather grainy rein be my guide. Trusting the pony this once in a lifetime you can have what you want birthday present. Daring to hold my arms out by my side gripping the hard flank with my baby fat legs. As we race past…
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Travels in Cyberspace
I thought I might share my experiences with writing sites to begin with. The first I joined (for free) was called Urbis.com. I don’t know if you know it. It was created by a fellow called Steve Spargo (who actually got to the cover of Esquire Magazine) and run by he and his sister. It…
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Love Song for a Coward
Why should I stop dreaming just because I’m older, Why should I not fly to that far distant realm? Why should I not think on you, oh friend of my childhood, neither love you still, who never loved me, brother without blood, yet unfading memory? The bridges you’ve burned are but wood only that any…
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Writing Challenge (1)
Sunday, September 25th, 2011 Writing Challenge (1) What do YOU think? Where are YOU at? For my part, I’ve been reading quite a bit the last while, and doing some studying. Here follow, in no special order of significance, some areas of thought and non-thought. “Thunk & Muddle, let’s get in a Huddle “. I’ll…
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Snowdrops (Song WIP)
The winds of time blow every way but backwards, The waves move every grain of sand upon the shore and return all things anew. The river in its patient course can wear down any mighty stone, any mountain save the memory of you. I close my eyes, I see your face no more, Just a…
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Sunday Mourning
Sunday morning light always breaks too soon. I open my eyes and stretch, but only as a pretense. We both know I’d rather stay in bed. Already you’ve been up for hours And I wonder with a casual sense of dread Who awoke on your side of the bed – The angel I so adore,…
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No Room
On Christmas Eve, I lay in front of the Christmas tree watching the toy train underneath wind merrily around the presents, content to run the same circles again and again without ever really going anywhere. Bright, twinkling lights and glittering plastic icicles blocked my view of stars winking at me in the sky beyond the…
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Black Pepper (WIP)
When my sister and I were children, we were absolutely convinced we were being haunted by a ghost. She didn’t even look like a ghost, not when we first met her, but somehow, we just knew. She began as a mere shadow. On the bedroom floor of our vast, two-story New England home, there she…
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Lola
I will never forget my first car. She was a beige VW Rabbit hatchback, short, squat, and remarkably compact. I didn’t think much looking at her the first time we met, but that car and I were made for each other. She was even manufactured the year before I was born, so we were practically…
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Awakening
New tendrils stretch in the blush of sunrise as strings of dewdrop pearls glimmer on silken strands spread by faery hands Whispering winds an ancient aire murmur, the bitter cold stone of winter consuming ’til my spirit takes flight to vertigo heights where leaves cascade in rustling showers of golden greens muted against painted wings…
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