If anything is judged upon first appearances then sure has been a bad reception for the interests shown at heart.
Know exactly what to expect when to pass through those gates, as been reading up on the place and prepared for the moment.
Never mind made that bed so now lay in it, are walking a tightrope just to get to that made bed.
Distant horizons are a matter of choices, the burning passion of wishing were there or the roaring flame of desire by being present.
The gloves are off only while during a moment to embrace, not too far away to be back on. That's it with business and pleasure, what is more serious, whatever the sport. Just others are as fruit from a bowl, a mind black and white, for just how fresh they appear.
In the forest; the birds and the bees always fly where it is colourful and bright. Never under a dark cloud nor during the night, unlike the wild beasts that play. Making it a choice for which side of life, the gentle kind nature or the rough behaviour. Knowing there is to be that someone in between either waiting to shoot someone down.
In the stones; those guilty pleasures sure have a way of coming back as shocking pains, if wires are not crossed when listening to the truth of the heart then are only picking up the pieces, love is as looking into an empty shell for shelter while they are out there fighting with the lies.
Jeremiah Ch.36:V.24 " - Yet they were not afraid, nor rent their garments, neither the king, nor any of his servants that heard all these words."
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