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.
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You, Nordic Cloud and Loved
occupy the Undiscovered list.
Perhaps it might be worth considering Stan's new workshop, 'The Theory of Relativity'
http://www.neopoet.com/workshop/theory-relativity-poetically-speaking-w…