The unfinished Conversation - 3, The Afterlife.

I saw a dim light, bright undertone of peace,
As I moved through the sea, sea of joy.

I watched the sun fade, and the sky disappear,
I drifted into the darkness, with a glimmer of tear.

I saw them play a trumpet, a harp, and a fiddle,
The sweat sound of life, death was just a riddle.

I waited at the gates, my book of life opened,
A smile to welcome me, a smile of content.

I welcomed the site, but just a bit unsure,
For a man of sin I was, heaven could I secure?

The unfinished Conversation - 2, The Dying wish

The little fish smiled, 
The little fish, sang around,
The little fish winked, 
The little fish, the little evil fish.

The little fish cried,
The little fish, sat around,
The little fish, glommed,
The little fish, the little evil fish.

The little fish laughed,
The little fish, ran around,
The little fish, wept,
The little fish, the little evil fish.

The little fish wrote,
The little fish, scribbled around
The little fish, sealed,
The little fish, the little dead fish.

The unfinished Conversation - 1, The sin.

A gasp of air, a little torn sheet,

I stood, motionless, for the beast.

Shout from the den, he said,

But lost you are in my bed.

Scream, and you shall be answered,

A knife, your skin might be pierced.

Talk to me, my love, just talk to me,

No one can take you from me.

I held half a spoon, half drenched in blood,

He pulled out the other half, his eye balls embed. 

I had a broken bone, a shattered finger may be,

But he, sat or laid, a mangled man, pleasure to see.

Then he spoke, words, or gasps for breath.
As I closed the doors and walked.

Traveler-Epilogue, The mad King

The night had been long,

My share of mares, with the stories untold,

With dreams forgotten, a heavy heart,

And through 'em, sinister plans, I play my part.

My brothers disappear, in pools of blood,

My brothers disappear, I wish help'em I could.

Forests of despair, intervened with our quest,

Riches promised, women to satisfy our lust,

Lands to conquer, for the king in me to rest.

A long trail of deceit, as I travel,

An immortal, I have lived a story untold,

Today I stand, alone and lost in time,

Traveler, they call me, traveler with a rhyme.

To devil, sell my soul I did, to live for eons.  

To devil, sell my soul I did, despaired, I live on.

The moon, my desire,  a price far promised,

Wine to quench my thirst, golds for the love I missed,

Souls to win, for the king in me to despotize.  

This is the last journey, they say,

I desist to move, for I have stories untold,

The winding path through the country side,

And the men, whom I killed for my own hearts' pride.

Ghosts aren't real, they just vanish with the wind,

Ghosts aren't real, sleep eludes, for I have sinned.

O' night, why are you bathed in blood,

Ridden with guilt, my heart, a withered rose bud,

Sleep I yearn, and my eyes, they have bled.

I am a king, the king of an immortal time,

But insanity, my king, has stories untold,

I have reigned with vengeance, for my soul that I lost,

The witch of time, chuckles, "but at what cost".

Past is slowly pulling me in, vanish it whispers.

Past is slowly fading away, sins, my seven sisters.

So I drink, I dance and I feast with the dead,

With so much, over the crackling fires done and said,

But no pleasure satisfies me, and no one for a tear to shed.

For I,  am the traveler. 

The traveler saga : Traveler 1 - 6

Man with three shoes.

Follow the waters' trail,

Winding in the sun, 

Snakes of the brood, return,

Return to your home.

Who walks there?

Below the green ridge,

Blossoms, to the right, 

I see it pale old but bright,

The tree, rooted in my heart.

Who walks there?

I who have seen the stars,

And have traversed the sea,

I who have won the hearts,

And slain with mercy,

Who walks there?

The night of the future,

Light, I presume, fades.

Jades of the castles fallen,

Why should I wait.

Who walks there?

Its me who walks. 

Who waits by the willow,

Bloom my mate, spread your wings,

And ask, till your heart's content

But who walks there?

The Forgotten Names

The bloods in my veins, 

Why drown me, drown my pain,

I can recall all, but your name.

The wind of the fields, 

Mystique, and never to yield, 

People know you, but your name.

The light of the dawn,

My fears are your song,

You know me, but just forget my name.

The dead leaf that floats,

A grief like the lightning bolt.

You are forgotten, you and your name.

The old beggar who disappeared, 

Along with the dog he cared,

No one knew you, not even your name.

The kid who grew, to be me,

Why disappear, floating away in the sea.

I have forgotten myself, even my name.

The Beats

Carry me in your arms.

Sleep the dreams away,

Drift into the space.

Half fulfilled wows, 

Why do you stay, 

Begone, and never return.

Carry me in your arms.

Watch as the world burns,

Play your wooden drums.

Carry me in your arms.

Spoils to share, and lands to loot,

Robbers we are, brothers we were.

Carry me in your arms.

Stay one more night,

Let the barrels tumble.

Look beyond the horizon, 

Where the sorrow lightens,  

A majestic future to behold

Carry me in your arms.