Parrhesia

Parrhesia


In the masses we argue
Love God and Liberty
We carry in a weapon
To this arena of chatter

The mind educated or dull
Is forged with two sides
One cunning and sharp
Folded to perfection
Given its edge through wit,
Pedagogy and the science of the mind

The adverse blade
Blunted and dull
Forged from inferior metal
With poor craft
In haste.
Wielded only by the dolt and pions
The most dangerous weapon
When used in debate

We swing our sword of discourse
Trying to bludgeon the other clowns
Submission from the dull and rusty spine
Of a beautiful weapon
As our sharp wit rusts
Never to be honed
Or used to cut the fat
From our rhetoric
The ignorance
Gathered in free speech

Al mijn gedachten zijn in het Nederlands

All my thoughts are in Dutch
Something unpleasant has happened to me

Something awfully base occurred
Something evil has clutched my life
Hurling me into chaos

From which I try to gather
All that could be saved
To create
Maybe even something beautiful

Falling through the minds eye
Deep into the abyss
Of absurdity and beauty
Down through reality
And into the pleasantry of escape

I proclaim

In all the glory of man

We have built our hell upon this sand
Our creation, a bastard of the mind
Our heaven still lost,
Behind those soft brown eyes
Waiting to be created
From the refuse of hell
From which we fell
Deep into the chaos of reality

I'll keep feeding ya
Stuff you to the gills
Burbon, Rum, Gin and Love
Let your cup overflow
With that which I can offer

I offer no peace
I offer no heaven

I offer love and sacrifice
I offer my name and my soul
But I offer no promise of security
Or sobriety

But I will become
That which I need to be

So may we linger
Here where the sun disappears
Behind eternity
Forever promising to become better
So we both may live
In the glory of love

One Trick Pony

One Trick Pony

Dancing
Prancing
Playing the fool
A hero in mine eye

Dancing Pierrot
Lost in love's labours
Calling for our past
And our lot in the stars

Calling you by name
Deep in side my brain
That saint amongst the foolish
King of the Clowns

Voice

He gave them their voice
To make them happy he gave them song
But now all they scream is his name

The sweet songs of praise
Fall to threats of death in his name
He forged his name in their words
And gave them the power to speek it

From there their will
Brought forth the evil of religion
And the beauty of love

But with the gift bestowed
They lost control
And banished imagination to the devils lair

So now they scream out
In agony and in praise

But all they can utter is his name

Nothing else

Nothing
Nothing comes to mind but you
And you are stuck there
Glowing in my imagination
A beacon drawing me back
Back from my fantasy
to the shores of reality
Where I moor until the day
I can steal you from this land of reason