Sunset metal water

Irie

Vanguard of the Light

In a forgotten realm
of never ending peace
where the prince of high
rules with an iron fist
is the vanguard of the light
defenders of the truth
where the end is never near
and the beginning is just a theory
they debate of the existence of gods
in a ruddy light
speaking a language that cuts like a knife
two parts of the same whole
puzzle pieces line up in perfect harmony
to the dance of ideas
and waltzes of wisdom
they joins hands and sing deep
the song that pushes them on
deeper into the night
not knowing if tomorrow brings a different light
for the next day
might be the end of a rule
and the beginning of a new one
to be obeyed without compulsion
in a process that knows no name
where the reason for being
is because the one next to you has the same
focus on life
and menus of choice
of multiple choice answers
with elimination of choice
you speak in the same voice
as the swirl of reality fades
into vectors of simple calculation
that power your mind
never knowing the unknown
you distress in boredom of the simplest kind
not understanding the concept of find
for what you know is already found
you never know a new sound
you only hear waves
never the seashells of stealth
where the vanguard is dancing
in intricate patterns
more complex than you could have felt.

Fly Away

Beneath the sun is where I fly
so high above the rain
Never reaching nirvana
but never reaching pain

I sail above a cloud
on a carpet of wind
Never knowing where
Never knowing when

When I fly away
I fly away
So far away

When I fly away
I fly away
So far away

I wait so long
to taste my name on your lips
and feel the comfort
of your fingertips

To play games together
Like hunting for Schrodinger's cat
The way you stimulate my vision
I can see like a bat

(but) When I fly away
I fly away
So far away

When I fly away
I fly away
So far away

I miss you lady
Miles and miles away
As we sit alone together
at the end or our day

Missing the cool solace
of your warm skin
More expressive than these words
put down by pen

In it's place
piled high by fate
Are these construct tasks
that fill my plate

To implement and
to build
A structure that
Will shield

The collected data
pruned on a vine
Escaping the snares
and the blight of time

In it's place
I would much rather possess
A cliffside walk
under the Greek sun's caress

(but) When I fly away
I fly away
So far away

When I fly away
I fly away
So far away

I'll be home
this Thursday night
so don't forget
To leave on a light

To make it easier
For me to find
The princess that
I left behind.

When I fly away
I fly away
So far away .