I may have held the gun
But I didn't pull the trigger

I may have tied the rope
But I didn't pull it tighter

I may have grasped the knife
But I didn't slice my flesh

I may have wanted to die
But it was you who did the killing

The  path, which I couldn't see
In the woods and near the sea
Tilted grass ever so green
Black damped and scented soil
Under the shade of the trees

Away from the gaze of the sun
But shinning in moon light
the path so close
Kept hiding from my sight    

White flowers in the weeds
Leading to place never seen
Misleading Illusion to the eyes
Of the jungle, river and ice      
                                                      
Blue waters and crystal sky
Island of dreams, the other side
this world I did explore
when I took a step more


Manisha

Please mister
Find me a home
I have me some money
I'll throw you a bone
  
Please mister
I worked all my life
I had me a place
A place with my wife
  
Cookie Construction
Tore my home down
They razed it to nothing
Leveled to ground
  
This city's so crowded
There isn't the room
For someone disabled
Who has paid his dues
  
Who served for his country
The red, white and blue
We'll give him some money
And throw him his food
  
We'll move him two counties
It's better for him
Then to let him live where
His life did begin
  
We'll give him new neighbors
We'll give him new friends
We'll give him a stamp card
To eat with again
  
Hey, you with the uncle
How come no grin?
I'm too tuckered; tired
For this mess again

thoughts like candlelight,
waiting for the flames to burn you down
to melt the ice around your heart
to touch your empty soul

to own a little ocean,
you try to catch your falling tears
drown the thoughts
they are hurting like hell
running, escaping your fears

hours are passing
eyes still closed
you ask yourself if you're already dead

and somehow you hope it.