And what about the liars
Who whisper in our ears
Shadows in the corridors
Envy in their stare's
Evil eyes awatching
Wishing wicked things
I can feel them
Crawling across
The dirt of all our
Graves

I don't get along
with my own rage
mostly I disassociate
rather then engage

Still my rage is in here
looking for a breach
of all my multi intelligence
rage is the hardest to teach!

Let me take a moment
to navigate this maze
there's so much more to living
than some festering heated rage

No one need reminding
rage can be quite blinding
but I am not a complete slave
I will keep my rage
caged!
(and off your page)

There's a sad song in my eyes,
the melody of what could have been
the notes I'm eager to learn
just to hear you sing again

but the thing is you see
I'd rather feel you in these strings I caress
than stringing myself along believing
that somewhere out there there's
a song meant for us to play.


Sandoval