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1.9k · Aug 2018
My faith
Waynepatrick Aug 2018
My faith is a small boat,
With a structure so frail,
With winds that disregard it's sail,
I am afraid it won't stay afloat.

My faith is a plucked leaf,
Cut off from it's life source,
Soaring through a coarse course,
The leaf grieves.

My faith is a dried stream,
Scorched by the summers heat,
Overthrow from it's seat,
Forced out of it's regime.

My faith is on the verge of a cliff,
Holding on,struggling to survive,
It may slip and take a dive,
And finally plunder to it's death.
     All this is true,it is all true.
      Forgive me for healing in front of you.
1.8k · Oct 2018
Waynepatrick Oct 2018
Bubbling of streams,swaying of trees,chirps of birds,all divine sounds heard.
Dense woods tall as can be,lianas swing from tree to tree,animals going on with glee.
Unparalleled fragrance,soothing aromas,pleasant smells and sweetish scents.
Smooth lotus leaves,rough alligator skin,slippery eels and soapy cobra's spit.
Cheerful,merry,ecstatic, thrilled,feelings of general peace.

Then an enclave,my heart,separate from all these.
1.5k · Sep 2018
Waynepatrick Sep 2018
Silent giggles,subtle stares and occasional laughs,
All that because of a single flaw,
And I swear each reaction feels like a fatal blow,
Not all of them can be blamed,I heard someone say,
Some flaws are just too flawed not to look at,
How it is knowing that each day,
Comes with it's rebirth of fresh laughter,
And always it will be like that from cradle to grave,
I pretend to embrace them but Heaven knows how much I abhor this so called flaw.
1.0k · Aug 2018
Life's meaning
Waynepatrick Aug 2018
What is mankind's purpose on this terrestrial globe,
my mind is apt to probe,
Are we playthings of fate?
Being helpless in that state,
Is life a grocery list?
Ticking the checklist as you grow old and weary,
Seek diligently the meaning in your life,
Then be lost in perpetual contemplation of infinite bliss,
Careful not to  miss.
883 · Aug 2018
Blind Beauty
Waynepatrick Aug 2018
I heard they mocked that you are blind,
And claimed you were born with less of a mind,
If they despise you so much,why do they want to be you.

In their gardens strolling, they can't help but notice,
The blooming rose,jasmine,lily of the valley and the chocolate cosmos.
The frangipani and how it's fragrance intensifies at night attracting moth pollinators.
They do this with their eyes closed.

The kiss,a symbol of one's love for another,
Be it a mother, father, close friend or lover,
To feel it's utmost power,
Most do it with their eyes closed.

I see them in the dead of night,at the peak of passionate love making,
Aha!guess how their eyes are,
Definitely not open.

And the dreams, the dreams they have,
Be it a nightmare or not,
Both demand to have the eyes closed,
Surely this can't go opposed.

But perhaps the most compelling one of all,
Is how they pray to The Almighty,
Supplications poured unto Him,
With knees humbly fallen,
And eyes closed in their chants.

So tell me who is really blind,
The most beautiful moments are felt with the eyes closed,
And as for you,The Almighty deserved that you feel beauty to it's extreme,
Thus closed your eyes for eternity,
That,you,may be consumed in eternal beauty
798 · Jul 2018
I'll be there
Waynepatrick Jul 2018
While one with the despondent order of thought,
tossed in the billows of sorrow fraught,
When life shoots arrows tipped with grief,
and you can't find relief,
I'll be there.

When you cast adrip all hope,
beclouded by multitudes of difficulty,
When you can't see the diamonds in the rough,
and the going gets too tough,
I'll be there.

When the climb gets steep,
leaving you devoid of sleep,
When you can't help but reminisce of your best past,
and you can't endure any more vicissitudes,
I'll be there.

I'll always be there,
I may not banish the pain but I will mitigate it,
Pain is a transient guest,it must submit,
The dark cloud drifts away and unalloyed happiness once again overrides frontiers,
Forge this into the cosmos if you must,
I will be there.
539 · Jan 2
The Guest
Waynepatrick Jan 2
On a starry night as I was taking leave from the toils of the day, there came a knock on my door. My thoughts submitted to guessing who this late visitor could be. I found it impossible to hold my peace. Curiosity goaded me so much that I couldn’t miss to answer the door. Uncanny it was for such a thing to occur. The creaking floor bore semblance to the cry of unknown night creatures. Diligently I twisted the ****, relieving it of its duties and on opening the door  the sight that fell on my eyes left me shocked. Sweat trickled from my brow as I betook to welcoming this guest. Before me in my dim and clouded vision there stood a woman in a robe with a stature that did not surpass mine. She swam in a luster of beauty and her sight was pleasing to eye. Her manner of gait was magnificent and her hair coalesced into a bun that was neatly done. Her shapely ******* flushed me with desire. Such serenity left me perturbed. Her composure could make someone confuse me as the guest. I took it in her eyes that she wasn’t from this place. “Who could you be miss?” “Is there a way I could help you?” implored I. But she remained silent as if she was incapable of speech. Her eloquence in the silence did leave me uncomfortable. And for this cause I did repeat my question then she finally opened her mouth to speak. “Be so kind as to give me something to eat.” “For I am weak and bread the size of the palm would do." How sure can I be that you’re not a thief, thought I, but did not dare say. But she bore innocence on her face and looked stablished in the ways of the good. If all she wanted was food then I could spare some for her needs. I myself was a laborer and had used all of my proceedings for this. I hadn’t the slightest of clues of what her intentions were, only heavens could decipher if she had ostensible purposes. My weakness was empathy to the point I appeared naïve, but call to mind that this wasn’t true. To her request I did attend and gave her a loaf with a glass of milk. After mouthing the loaf, she appeared to sink into introspection as if she had suddenly thought of something. Her eyes fixed on my ceiling and her countenance devoid of all feeling. Then she connected with her senses and gulped the milk. Finally she turned to me and went ahead to explain how she couldn’t repay my favor. Recompense I did not expect but before I could speak she had the following to say. “My body is all I have to give and my heat can sustain you on this cold night and make you delight. Her words I marveled at and was quite confused. Her halls looked frequented by many men for her beauty was undisputed and her allurements were seducing… (to be continued)
518 · Dec 2018
Syllabus of the heart
Waynepatrick Dec 2018
Come and see,come take a read,
The words my heart say,the sounds it plays,
The clarity of it's tune and simplicity of its rules,
The rhymes it exudes and the romance it includes,
Systematic beats,whispering anthems sweet,
Open are the gates,come feel great.
426 · May 2018
Designer body
Waynepatrick May 2018
Duchess of Cambridge's hair,
That makes everyone glare,
Cara Delevingne's face,
That all men seem to chase,
Emma Watson's hips,
And Kylie Jenner's lips,
Almost all girls want this.

This is the perception of beauty that most hold,
And into that,they are mould,
Misfits often termed unattractive,
A socially constructed notion taken as truth,
Especially by the youth.

But there is a side they do not tell you,
The pain,the needles,the depression they go through,
So please be happy as you are,
You are beautiful and like a star you shine,
Flaws make you unique,
You will find the happiness you seek.
412 · Nov 2018
To my lover
Waynepatrick Nov 2018
Our love is wrapped in tints of gold,from inception till days of old,
Through the greenest of valleys and darkest of alleys,
All in splendor, all in eminence,
My heart at your sight swells,to fast beats it is compelled,
Let us project it to the skies,till the winged seraphs of heaven come to spy on you and i,
Glued to each other's sides,come the highest or lowest tides,
The gush of love vast as trust on each other we cast,
Love,we perceive the fringes of it's way,but ours gets voluminous with each passing day.
411 · May 2018
Waynepatrick May 2018
I said I'd never lose hope,
At  least that's what I thought until now.
I'm sullen with discomfort that all this I allow,

And I try to stem this tide without success,
A strange blend of heightened consciousness and dramatic
I can never plumb it's depth fully,
The steady drumrolls of stress I discount,hoping it goes away .
But I'm sure of one thing,
My hope is just but a lonely sentinel,
Keeping watch over the vast stretch of sterile land that it once
Thus I've found myself here,
I wouldn't wish for anyone to be there.
403 · Aug 2018
modern warriors
Waynepatrick Aug 2018
So many modern warriors we have don't you think,
Not really together but able to do so within a blink,
each behind a screen.

The weapon of choice,a keyboard and a mouse,
Armed with these plus some knowledge of a few words
which go deep,
You,ll be surprised at just what they can achieve,
Till all the problems they relieve,
Each steadfast in their beliefs.

No sense whatsoever in confronting problems physically,
As if doing so is some form of stupidity.
Who am I to judge anyway,
The last time i checked i was writing this behind a screen,
Guess we will continue using them till at last we feel their sting
355 · Oct 2018
Riders of the night
Waynepatrick Oct 2018
Riders of the night,standing left and right,
Tricking your mind,it may be the innocent kind,
Ignite passions flames,leaving happier not as you came,
Careful where you tread,it might be a  lion's den,
A broom is put to shame,everything Is swept away,
Only thing there left,a rule broken that should have been kept,
Next time something looks fine,be not quick to say mine.
351 · Nov 2018
Waynepatrick Nov 2018
A seed in earth's depth,has radicals break through,then emergence of shoot, first leaves follow suit,
At much risk of disease it's put,just like you,
Harmless,helpless, energetic and healthy,
A toddler growing fonder of the world.

Time passes by,the bark gets thicker,
Flowers are produced, roots are wide spread,all over the forest they tread,
with you the same can be said,
You get used to the world,your bark thickens with experiences,
Merry and sorrow build you and eagerly you wait for every morrow.

Age creeps in,youth is gone,
The leaves are shed,each hour nears death,
The tree is home to many insects,a decaying image it reflects ,
Energy no longer in abundance, opposite holds true for wisdom,
We are frail,our healths fail,
Finally the body becomes too weak, and our soul out of it's vessel breaks free.
343 · Jul 2018
Waynepatrick Jul 2018
When the morn is worn and the night forms,
Laying on the bed ,resting my head,
Descending into sleep while all troubles seep.
Worries no longer prey and are whisked away.
Peace and tranquillity asserting their presence ,
The silence so beguiling,it's grip so, enchanting.
As souls wander long,singing, weary songs,
Consciousness slowly  I lose,over it I surely enthuse.
wonderful peaceful night.
332 · Jan 31
Till they have daughters
Waynepatrick Jan 31
About they go gloating their spoils,
Pleased with their deeds,
the many that fell for their ploys,
Numerous  hearts broken and lies spoken,
Enemies forged and broken bonds,
Men calling themselves players,
Till they have daughters,
Then they're cautious,scared for their loved one,
Regret all they have done and remain terrified that someone might do the same,
But guilty enough not to give any blame,
Compelled to correct the past,perhaps fearful of a certain curse,
Till they have daughters, girls are just part of the fun,
Till it's too late then nothing can be done.
315 · Nov 2018
Tears in Heaven
Waynepatrick Nov 2018
The loss of a child and immense sorrow left behind,
Memories swamp  the mind,if only death took me in their stead,
Pain,in pieces my soul it cleaves,my eyes tears bleed,
Death is a coward,the weak and sick it devours,
Angels in Heaven weep,their heart's grief a secret they can't keep,
I promised to fight all enemies,but death was something beyond me.
253 · Jun 2018
LOVE Or lust?
Waynepatrick Jun 2018
Is it love or is it lust?
Of course,she is a must have,
And I think I'm in love,
But then there is lust,
I'm not sure which of these to trust,
Is there someone with experience?
Help me tell the difference,
Love,I hope it is,
And let her say" I am his."
242 · Apr 2018
Waynepatrick Apr 2018
I'm a slave and not brave enough to say
I'm afraid of how they will see me
And how they will take my plea
I'm not the kind to understand the mechanics of the heart
I don't even understand mine sometimes
Though I claim to be smart
And I haven't a clue of where to start
I hope someday I'll break my chains
And free myself of this pain
Till I'm brave to say all I can do is pray
241 · Oct 2018
Upon my tree
Waynepatrick Oct 2018
Up on the tree I'll be,my only companion the noose,
My soul be let loose and from  my  body it shall slip,
Only much can be endured,until no more can be taken,
The will to breathe forsaken,
To rest I will lay below a mound,
All  memories leached underground,
Maybe then someone will listen,
Maybe then someone will care,
The beating of my heart will cease,
from my misery I shall be drawn apart,
Plant a lily on the top part.
239 · Nov 2018
Waynepatrick Nov 2018
I get eloquent in my silence,
I see no need for words,I restrain my tongue,
I delight in no sound,the effects so far are profound,
No longer a stranger to its sways,the vacancy gravitates me to its way,
Being uncharitable in my words,I realise it's not quite as bad.
#introvert #quiet #silence
224 · Aug 2018
My generation
Waynepatrick Aug 2018
This is my generation, we do not take dictations,
We are God's blessing to mankind,you are lucky we grace the earth,
We do not march to anyone's drum, this is our kingdom come.

We do not bow to shibboleths of society,
We'd rather be captains of our ships if not the masters of our destiny,
Older generations know nothing, they never saw us coming,
It's not delusions of grandeur,we say you are the ones bred into ignorance.

We edit our lives on social media,living the perfect lives,living lies.
Trying to convince our shadows that we are worth following.
But we don't care cause the short term gratification holds us captive,
Facebook,Instagram,tumbler, snapchat plus many more,you better not miss any of those,
That's where we seek fame,
So my phone is part of me now, ever grafted to my hand like a natural *****.

Come on,don't call it peer pressure, it's just having fun,
Reaching a consensus then you'll know when we are done,
Consequences are so last generation,nobody gives a ****.

The Almighty made plants,we don't like **** as such,
We are just borderline vegetarians, don't worry much,
******,*******,*****,these are our snacks,
Let us have our daily fill.

By the way we can't hang if you don't like our music,
Classical music is plain stupid,we like it rough and loud,
You say they don't make sense and people are almost ****,
That's the trend,try to keep up dude,
Celebrities are our role models,they lead exemplary lives,
In fact when I grow up I hope my daughter becomes one's wife,
You know all the praise she will garner from huge blossoms and bottoms,
That's what I'm talking about.

What's a man without a woman and a woman without a man,
You have to be in a relationship,changing partners as often as you can,
What's fun about commitment, dare show us where it's written,
Having multiple partners is the thing,imagine of all the pleasures it brings,
That's the way to go,come on,you should know.
We are the prime generation, we will override all frontiers.

This is my generation, the ones that make our nation,
I wish I could fill the void,but I can't do it alone,
Hold my hand and help me help them before it goes full-blown.
219 · Apr 2018
Waynepatrick Apr 2018
This ink that I vent through,
These words that I use to talk to you,
As I tell you of a person I once held dear.
Whom I feared to lose and was the first to make me tear,
But apparently fate had it's own plans.
And Frost was right when he said, good things don't last,
And I ,being  a victim of fate knew nothing could be done.
I found consolation in my thoughts
Perhaps taking it as a lesson learnt rather than regretting,
The last words were goodnight and we both went our ways
Who knows what tomorrow holds,
We all have to wait and see it unfold,
Maybe someone to endear me is much closer than I thought,so much closer than I thought.
214 · Jan 18
Ones and zeros
Waynepatrick Jan 18
Our love is in bits and bytes,existing in electricity,
Propagated by signals and satellites ,in form of waves,
Other than that there is nothing else,we've never met,
You're in love with my messages and texts, a little of my voice and some good pictures ,
These comprises us,
When the lights are off so are we,sometimes we chose not to see,
But a virus came,our love it lay claim,
And took you along,left me alone,
So I rebooted my heart,programmed my mind to know it's a start,
Once our connection was lost,not a single signal through my antenna crossed.
211 · Nov 2018
Know your worth
Waynepatrick Nov 2018
The beauty you have and wisdom you lack,
You're not the first, they were many in the past,
Beauty is  fleeting,you'll know when rue  on your door comes beating,
Flowers wither,they decay to smithers,
You pretend not to know, you stoop so low,
Wait till it hits you like a blow,
As to power I don't have enough,I would have made you realise,
To flaunt is not so bad,but yours is becoming too much
203 · May 2018
Waynepatrick May 2018
Tell me,little boy.What does make thou weep?
Could it be,that you're sick or maybe weak?
Tell me,little boy,where could your mother be?
On this day filled with delight,
And the sun shining so bright,
Other boys swift as arrows run,
And I scarcely can comprehend why tears your face sweep,
Tell me little boy,what makes you weep?

Never mind it old man,for I cry for thee.
As of your age,what have we to see?
It is you who robs me of delight,
On a day this bright,
Ooh!Regret forms a shade,
O'er your lovely grey head,
Old man when I look at thy face,
Disappointment I trace,
What's even worse old man,
Is that by the mirror you passed,
Perhaps to take the last glimpse before thine life you take.
That is why, I weep old man.
I wrote this poem at night while thinking of what it would be like to be old and full of rue.To the extent of taking one's life.I hope you like it as much as I did writing it.
193 · Sep 2018
Waynepatrick Sep 2018
Once,thought I,it never can come to pass,
All this now I consider past,
Control of my life I continuously seize,
Though the going harden like stalactites,
My might,never can it bow,
Cease henceforth cease thoughts of despair,
Mine soul once could not bear,
Mild in manner I may be,
But from this fight I can never flee,
For whatever is silenced will be clammered to be heard,
No longer will I be a caged bird,
I am taking control of my life,
It is mine to define, it must adorn my adjectives,
In the obscureness of night my control does shine
180 · Dec 2018
Wishful thinking
Waynepatrick Dec 2018
Your love wasn't mine to have,
you felt I didn't deserve,
In my heart you  forever will be,
in my thoughts you forever dwell,
Rainbows do fade,
sailors do lose their way,
Now I watch as you slip out of reach,as if there never was an us,as if you remember nothing we had,
Go and don't look back, I won't be there when your head turns.
179 · May 14
Words of my eyes
Waynepatrick May 14
As I inhale your perfume and scan the mischief in your eyes,
I think of the moon and wish I could fly,
Soar above the clouds and kiss the sky,
Never doubt I love you everything in me shows,
Of you I forever will crave more,
Take my word and I shall take your hand,
Through the bad we will stand and through the good  rejoice,
Once more bless my ears with your voice,
Once more make my soul enjoy
174 · May 29
Mixed personality
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.
170 · Dec 2018
Neptune's winds
Waynepatrick Dec 2018
Neptune's winds  come lift me
Any place but here is better,
Life me up to greater heights,
Blow all my being away,
We'll make a deal,
I will be your guest as we move from
Crest to crest,
We'll pass through the doldrums,
As our hymns we sweetly hum,
And if there should be fright,
I will cling on so tight,
In your knots I will drown,
Into the horizon we will go,
Those who gaze at use will have awe,
Further we shall proceed,
Till the memories off we get rid.
162 · Nov 2018
Secrets we keep
Waynepatrick Nov 2018
The secrets we keep,in our heart hidden deep,
Be it as it may,nothing can make us say,
Soon we shall quit,release them from their pit,
And it be noticed,the countenance we wore,
It's presence no more,liberty be brought to sight,
Our wings shall bud,grow, and we shall take flight,
The winds be our guide, as the weights we bide.
What's your secret?
160 · May 21
Waves and words
Waynepatrick May 21
Words like waves are immune to death,splendid to the eye breath they also take,
Adhering to the mind calmly they resonate,
the arc of expectations is fully paid,
embracing lengths of the brain new ideas and thoughts flood in,

Immortality in your words reside,
generations past and to come abide,
This I know,I shall pass and go down below,
but death shan't have consumed me whole for up and up my words will go,
and with that wherever my soul is,
Knowing this I shall know bliss,
As moments and days go by,ensure a  note  is made,
Then easy shall you lie assured of your immortality.
160 · Sep 2018
Waynepatrick Sep 2018
I am laden with sorrow to be the bearer of such news,
Treat me not as a Persian messenger I implore,
The mighty Macbeth in death's snare is held no more,
His spirit wanders the earth seeking kings and queens,
Each set of sun,the future grows bleak,
For where there is Macbeth there can be no peace.

The earth begs for Macduff,
Order bends to his will,he is able to restore,
The wine of life must be poured out,
Bloodshed must come to pass,
For the one guilty of every sin that has a name is not easy to rid.

Shake off sleep my fellow citizens,
If death is the price so let it be,
May the God that we all adore
alter all circumstances that our conquest blocks.
160 · Apr 2018
Waynepatrick Apr 2018
I ,have come to realise that I love being indoors
It's not that I'm antisocial but rather that I have fears
Fears that hinder me from getting near
For long it has irked me that I should have it
What of the knowledge I gained,what of it,
Couldn't I use it to combat the fear
Then as I was sitting and thinking
I realized I was sinking in a quicksand of selfdoubt
It was not that I was afraid as such
And it turns out I could do much
It was the fear of being corrupted that I feared most
The fear of subscribing to a narrow view of intelligence
Think me not as boastful as I say this
I feared seeing through their warped lenses and their debased standards
That arrogance of theirs
So I hid myself in hope that I would be fine
And perhaps lay waiting for the appropriate time
Wisdom nevertheless reasserted itself and I changed my mind
153 · Oct 2018
Gentle ladies
Waynepatrick Oct 2018
Gentle ladies admiration bring forth,
Pride,greed or lust they have not,
Mildness in their manners they manifest,
Always strive to be at their best.

Gentle ladies know better than to get used,
Tolerant they are not in those that abuse,
Like the birds,freedom they enjoy,
None musters the audacity to toy.

Gentle ladies already have goals,
In their achievements they stand tall,
Respect they ooze from pole to pole,
Without these they have naught.
146 · Dec 2018
Waynepatrick Dec 2018
Single matches make explosions,let them choke on their lies,
You are not theirs to define,
You can't be undermined,not on your watch,
Insults can't ****,it's not a big deal,
Don't take everything to heart,you don't want to get hurt,
You are smart,you shall overcome,maintain your calm,
Never forget,you are who you profess.
Waynepatrick Jan 8
The way your lips curve when you smile,the light in your face when i say you're mine,
how your hips swerve when you come to me,
when you make me mad and I apologise for making you feel bad,
the pronunciations of your words, the dances you do just to make me look,
when you fall asleep in my arms then laugh the next morning when they are numb,
how you bring out my best without even trying and make me feel outstanding,
I love how you do these.
144 · Sep 2018
Happiness hypothesis
Waynepatrick Sep 2018
The teacher says:
Perhaps when I graduate,
Four years isn't long enough not to wait,
Find a well paying job,
Climb the ranks to the top,
Then maybe I will be happy.

Find a beautiful wife,
Mom says everyone needs a companion,
Children too,she says,attract happiness,
Whether one is in the east or west,
Maybe then I will be happy.

Partying, binge drinking, having fun without end,
"This is the formula" insists all of my friends,
I am reminded I only live once,
So while the tunes last,dance,
You never know,the next day,you could be no more.

Dad leans with the teacher on this one,
The preacher says to pray as often as I can,
Uncle says all that matters is family,
Another friend says all I need is money.

I didn't know happiness was this relative,
All I know is mine comes from poems.
142 · Dec 2018
Waynepatrick Dec 2018
The year is new and my plans are far
from few,
Love all those dear, hopefully face my fears,
Learn to say thank you,cause I know what it can do,
Bring more smiles,make my presence worth the while, make better choices,avoiding mistakes and doing all what it takes,
Distance from the fakes, find new chances and get in shape,
Listen more to what people say,carefully plan making the best of each day,
If I'm ready,find love and get on her best nerve,
Learn to be more open,make new friends again and again,
Finally be more mature cause after all it's my final year in my teens.
Welcome 2019.
141 · Nov 2018
The mirror
Waynepatrick Nov 2018
The mirror does lie,her image is not as fine,
Beauty is elusive to her eyes,this invokes sadness,
She knows she shouldn't care,but the thoughts never wear,
She needs long flowing hair,a well designed nose,
A model's pose,the beauty of a rose.
The mirror always lies,she still can't tell why.
140 · Dec 2018
Waynepatrick Dec 2018
Come take a stroll in my garden,along the dewy grass and winding paths,
Let's scale it's breadth,and admire it's beauty still,
I liken it to paradise,worthy of your bestowal of praise,
It's allure is great, come see it's state,
Better than the common run of gardens, it has the finest of flowers and fruits,
Walk by my side,let nature be our guide.
136 · May 2018
Waynepatrick May 2018
Just like iron and clay,baby,we can never mix,
And I know it can't be fixed,
You do this,and I do that.
And I think we should ****,
For us there can never be bliss,
So you go your way,
And alone let me stray.
135 · Oct 2018
Waynepatrick Oct 2018
Here lays our love,
for all with beginnings have an end,
from a lover to a distant friend,
late night calls, through every rise and fall,
but now you are gone,
and I'm  left staring at my phone,
we made our debut and painted the sky with our hues,
we no longer have paint,every minute your image grows faint,
fare the well love,it was the one thing we could not have.
134 · May 2018
IF you are to be mine
Waynepatrick May 2018
If you are to be mine,
And we are to be in sync,
Make all our troubles sink.
My loneliness by your sweetness quench,
My wrath by your meekness drench,
Then I promise on the wide world end,
That my love on you will descend,
Be together forever,
And leave each other  we'll never
127 · Dec 2018
Waynepatrick Dec 2018
My utterings deserve accolades
every syllable till culmination
My air is refined,your curses ricochet
They only consolidate, say what money can't buy,
Even sadness is polished, even priceless is a price,
Lofty is my state, all my needs are met,
Lavish from head to toe,from surface to core,
This is how life was meant to be,come take teachings from me.
125 · Jun 2018
Waynepatrick Jun 2018
I spot an infant, into the world brought,
There are things she must be taught,
A traveller she is and her journey has just begun,
There might be fun or none but She'll soon be done.

I introduce you to the system,
I did not make it but it made me,
School will occupy most of your time,
And mountains of assignments you are to climb,
Tests you will get,
Some will make you sweat but do not fret.

After school you should get a job,
No one likes a slob,
Seven days a week and if you're lucky six,
Ends should definitely meet,
We'll have you chasing money and the good life,
You won't have time to enjoy it,
By the time you realise it will be too late,
Helpless will be your estate.

Holidays and weekends will give a sense of freedom,
TV and social media will distract you,
Truth is you'll be a pawn,
There will exist powerful pieces.

Now that you're female,
You will conform to our standards of beauty,
If you don't,well,we'll make you feel guilty,

Someday all this will sink in,
That's the system as it is,
Worst of all is that once you're born you're part of it,
Till death do you part,
Till to your ancestors you depart.
124 · Jun 2018
Waynepatrick Jun 2018
Spread your wings and awaken the winds,
Project your voice,one of a kind,
Show yourself,apple of my eye.
Come to me,make me smile,
See my emotional notes and chords,that weave through my words and actions,
I'll be your knight,guide you through the night.
Protect you with my might,all your battles fight,
Epitome of beauty, none can deny,
Please be mine,let us combine.
Spread your wings,awaken the winds.
123 · Feb 5
Waynepatrick Feb 5
Come let us revel in our partaking, as we drift into the night love making,
The folds are drawn and the candles shimmer till dawn,
Owls cheers us on as you submit to my covetous hands,
Meshes no longer harbour my passion, lush thighs and lovely eyes,still I rise,
Whet the romance,let me break the chains,
Unending is the pace,splendid is the pleasure,
The measure is expanse, all you need is to come.
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
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