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Why again Drama

As labeled with a dismissal of acceptance
drama becomes a new stereotype of those
wearing emotion on the outside
It is one of the changes in
our new found society..
A passion for
A desire
A word spoken with more
meaning than should be..
Quickly comes without a thought
at times, judgment of
those surrounding our
own insecurities..
Plays the role
our perception of an environment
with no depth or sense of truth
and discernment has no part
understanding..
Drunken binges and lofty
aspirations go hand in hand.
the intentions may have been
welcome yet the honesty
behind there worth may be
compromised...
So convincing a wandering
ponderer of fate and love
seeming a hopeless romantic,
that his worth exists without
expression, his expression falls
on emptiness and has no return,
dearest gesture or not, remain
in same, waiting insane for the
time to reveal a name, a face
a scent to remind once again
of a fallen unknown soldier..
The wars of this day are
cold and faceless, lands of
distance stretched as to kill
out of sight out of mind experience..
So it is in a battle of a more
spiritual realm... On going are these
since the dawn of man have there been
wars waged on our behalf...One death
One Life
and still we remain wanting more...
The greatest of these is love as mentioned
before...The greatest of all things that exist
within a person to make an existence exist is
love...
It is that which I have adventured for, traveled
through a den of lions in my own soul, given with
the idea of an ideal to be before me...
It is faith
It is hope
It is love
Waste not words to express your entirety as if words
could...Patience tolerance unconditional understanding..
Why again all the Drama,
Drama is passion a zeal for the unexpected to become real
Perception and outburst soils its innocence...

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