A Double-sided Thorn in the Side

Empty corridors leading to
rooms that hold the sounds
as to the heighth and breadth of a life;

blasphemy and unconditional love
has exited simultaneously
from, said mouth.

Avenues plowing through to
dens, that shelter the sights
as to the width and depth of a life;

honesty and deceptional activities
have existed at the same time,
from said brain.

it sounds insane
but, the fact still remains,
truer words, were never spoken;

sidewalks leaning on towards
the gardens of my iniquities,
and the library of my thoughts...

where I revisit all of the feelings
that have trespassed two at a time
across the valley of my heart.