Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

To Wage A War (The siege of Good Hope as told by the drummer, Ezekiel Mann; the last survivor of the Good Hope Volunteers) The distant morning rehearsed its arrival With the glare off the fire that shown in the distance. Sherman’s boys were razing the God-given earth And routing the Grays of Atlanta’s resistance.…

If a Bumblebee Can Fly, Why Can’t I? If a bumblebee can fly, I must question why can’t I? Will I find success or die If I should give it a try? Pursuing the idyllic dream, A chance at one clandestine scheme, I run and with a mighty jump Launch, through the air, this porcine…

A Man Divided A man divided Exponentially fractioned, Subtracting from life. Legion 16SEP08

I was there with you Upon the steps of the cathedral In the twilight Dripping of Christ Of the stars, Of the sun. I was there with you Upon the sand Waves of foam crashing at our heels. What has come has gone to the sky. And, what has come of it? Nothing short of…

Play me through Pan’s pipes To soft, from memories fall In haunting echoes of desire. Pan lives! His magick reeds yet call Lover’s wings to even higher ecstasies Than Love’s brief flight… And sighs refrain its mist and fire. Pan is the song of Love’s delight That plays through lover’s memories In measure eternal. Play…

I’m tired. Much too depleted for this, too spent for Love’s antics, I know why the task is left to the young, who are forever in pursuit of the next Big Adventure, while I sigh in contemplation with the complacence of middle-age. Too much passion has worn me thin; too many years of dwelling in…

An American Portrait Canvas of infidel white. Decadent blue. Carnage red. Stains smeared Across a desert landscape In pigmented oil. Strokes brushed With the delicacy Of mortared precision. The abstract, Morality and mortality, Blends, Creating hues Of delicate imbalance Shaded With the color of Condemnation. The hue Of The conquered nation. Palette mixing contrasts, Perception…