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Waynepatrick Sep 8
Upon sight no more exists,
nothing worth anyone's while,
the caves of despair are hard to resist,
calm sweet waters now run rile.

The lonely soldier stages by,
drunk in gait empty rifle at hand,
the weak soul longs to die,
Nothing went as planned.

At dawn the enemy struck,
their retaliation proved vain,
like a dry spring so was their luck,
the lone survivor retreated bleeding in pain.

All is empty as he staggers by
All but hope engraved in his mind.
Waynepatrick Aug 18
None but the lonely heart
Can share in my sorrow
Desolate  and vacant
Of delight till morrow

Daily, I witness people full of glee
Same can scarce be said of me
My ailments posses all but a cure
Oh what a state so impure

None but the lonely heart
Can share in my sorrow
Desolate and vacant
Of delight till morrow
Desolate and vacant
Of delight till morrow

My soul is frail
A might storm
Engulfs me
None but the lonely heart can now my sorrow
And be this hurt.
My version of none but the lonely heart

Original version was by Tchaikovsky
Waynepatrick Jul 22
Shall I forsake my love for tribal sake,
That I may lose the one dearest to my heart,
Shall this matter our love quake,
Our souls be thrown farther apart,

Then let our kin be disappointed,
For in our love they saw the fault of tribe,
Judges of hearts no God nor man ever appointed,
By my lover's side I shall forever abide.

Traditions cannot define us,
If need be then we will be hated,
They may insult,push,shove and even curse,
But in the end our happiness is created,

Together we shall be masters of our craft,
We will swim and sail in the waters called love.
Waynepatrick Jun 18
When you love a rose, you love it with its thorns,
You take its scent and ignores all flaws,
Caress its pastel petals while admiring the succulent stem,
As the dew drips subjecting to gravity's will,
It's beauty astounding still,  draws attention to it's form,
Elegance springs from its core but all can be done is to adore,
In all it's beauty I find time for the thorns.
Waynepatrick Jun 2
I love the rain and the way the clouds vent,
Petrichor makes me insane plus the sound of droplets hitting the terrain,
The breeze that ensues as the clouds wash the earth,
The streams and rivulets that form and flow about,
Startling thunder that voices the sky and lightning that shines on the eyes,
Oh and the sleep during rain, it becomes deep,
Lullabies of the rain are enough to change the Insomniacs way's,
I love the rain only when I'm not in it,
It's pleasure is most at a distance, felt from afar.
Waynepatrick May 29
With thoughts tuned to two frequencies I'm forced to play  both sides,
I attempt to  twist and turn  each  at my hand, It seems fun but they can  become intangible as sand,
One side wishes to be well known but not exposed,
The other  doctors itself and recommends it's own dose,
It seeks recognition in all that  sees,
One seeks fame while the other is concerned with titles in it's name,
Each of them has individual minds,
They can be loving and cooperative  but inevitably one must  fall behind,
For a captain is one and the deed must be done,
The strongest of them  shall yield the wheel,
For I am a victim of my own radical thoughts.
  May 29 Waynepatrick
Ben Palomino
My humans haunt
The dreams I escape to
They are tethered to me
As I am to them
I will torment
And let chaos reign
Until I’m freed from these
Unearthly chains
Our demons hate us too
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