Battle Cries

This is a poem about relationships. It has to do with the fear of love and the loss of the one you love; coping with betrayal, and the pain of argument within the relationship. Trying not to get lost in the relationship and realizing that you are a couple with single lives. Instead of losing focus of your own life, you deal with, and cope with the pain, eventually finding yourself as you go through varying stages of parting from the relationship.

Everywhere heed dead
overtaking good through evil eyes that see
dying love, two hearts adrift,
in battle witness internal bleeding;
Whether scorned by hopeful,
spiteful, soulless, those furnishing spongy spines,
or condemned by hopeless,
sorry persona controlling our puppet minds,
truth is what matters,
we know, we fear we are out of time.

Battle cries drip from troubled frightening eyes,
as kicking and screaming,
I float into unfamiliar dungeons of night,
Upon lingering darkness,
I fight shadows for love of your life;
Stronger are sinister forces
that take your bloodied body away from me,
weakness overpowered
by suffocating seeds that sprout from down deep.

Everywhere abroad
hostility smothers a thousand breaths,
as away from sanity
my brain is casted into nowhere;
Blind is what's left
of shattered dignity from death,
love obscured
putting existence within to rest,
Battle for pride,
My life and nothing less,
Find light from the endless canyons of depth.

Paul Hickey Copyright @2012
4-27-12

Morning Star

Translation: The world is a lonely place. There comes a time when everyone must learn to stand on their own. It's hard when nothing in life seems to be going your way. You must be strong and carry on. Don't let everything around you come crashing down. Don't let anyone around you walk you into the ground. There may be a time when you find yourself alone with no one to talk to and nowhere to turn. Those closest to you are dead and gone. When you feel alone turn your faith to Heaven. Put yourself in God's hands and soon everything good will come. Soon you will have the strength to carry on. Even when the dead are buried and gone. Frustration may be present. Rather than fight for wrong fight for what's right. Find your Angel to help guide you through the night. Even when you feel the urge to murder out of frustration, God is there to guide you, to ensure you of your safety. In other words, despite all the pain being felt inside, you will survive.

Serene solitude darkens my morning star,
As independence is cursed to walk in pace, it's own,
Challenged by luck destroyed by incompetent hands,
Strength I must brave upon difficult times
to salvage wanderers crashing down
into obscurity of solemn grounds. 

One being upon life facing towards beautified heavens,
sacrifice for sanctity, best of all worlds shall come,
rule in depth, develop in pride, find my path again,
when living die and, I alone must praise the sun. 

Swallow desires for blood by trembling hands that bleed,
Follow angelical light glittering from above,
halt fate I plan from isolated wombs that be,
Let piety and hope guide me through night;
Although fiery flames proceed to ravish,
Stronger is love I see in flight,
As I reach for destined plights of faith,
My body burns but I am safe.

Paul Hickey Copyright @ 2012
04-20-12


 

Wrath of the Beast

This poem is about revenge under any circumstances in its sneakiest form.

Vindication,
          Silent eyes amongst a reserved mind,
          Awakened in a world gone blind,
          Wandering without warning
         from muffled flames below blackened skin,
         and ripened when sparks are born again;
         Faith in God faded away becomes more distant,
         As fire under ground engulfs all heart
         With heat from the beast,
         Burning for ages underneath,
         Dying only when the fire is foreseen,
         And yearning for dead is brought forth,
                  "With Wrath I unleash the beast".

Vendetta,
        Blood from the greedy notoriously spilled
        by cunning hands of the killed,
        Stealing back that stolen
        from wretched thieves who prey on innocence,
        showering themselves with fortune and gold,
        while beaten and bruised are left to die
        from unkempt paws of the glorified,
                   "With wrath I unleash the beast".

Retribution,
       reciprocation fed through claws of the weakened,
       to bring down mighty who devour it's descendants,
       unknown villains being crushed under me;
       Immortal adrenalin rushing through veins
      of the human made insane,
     frailty embedded within the brain;
     In my head I'm home feeding off triggers from deep below,
     and burning amongst depths of my tarnished soul,
     as I step forth through frightening worlds alone,
                     "With wrath I unleash the beast",
                       freedom restored strengthens me.

Paul Hickey  Copyright @ 2012
4-15-12
      
      
      
      
      
      
      

Clueless

This poem is inspired by flaky relationships.

Get my hopes up,
You say lets get together,
Bring me a poem,
Your words light as a feather.

Drop me a message,
You like what you hear,
We talk on the phone,
our personals we share.

Your voice sounds so friendly,
As you feed me your lines,
All of the sudden,
You feed me the shine.

Was it something I said?
I don't have a clue!
I have been nothing but friendly,
My ears open to you.

You leave me in limbo,
I don't have a clue!
Give me some reasons
You hang me from limbs,
Why did you answer
If you can't follow through?

I feel the strength of avoidance
Rupturing my veins,
Am I paranoid of rejection
or temporarily insane?

Why do you explain
Your sexual dreams,
when you seek out another man
to fulfill your needs?

Don't ever you boast,
I don't have the time,
when I catch you at the end,
Flirting on the line.

I drop you a message
hoping you'll respond,
I wait for a moment
but I'm left waiting until dawn.

You never send a message,
I withdrawal in my brain,
My eyes stoned cold,
I am lifeless from the pain.

You never send a message
To relieve me of my soul,
I now exit the line,
what could have been I let go.

Was it something I said?
I don't have a clue!
I have been nothing but friendly,
My ears open to you.
You leave me in limbo,
I don't have a clue!
Give me some reasons
You hang me from limbs,
Don't bother to answer
If you can't follow through.

Paul Hickey Copyright @ 2012
4-10-12

Honest Tomb

This poem is about someone being so trustworthy and honest that people take advantage of him stealing from him to the point where he is staring into the face of suicide

If I leave today will I be in Hell tomorrow,
Will my spirit seek it's sorrow?
When I am gone will my work be done,
For our Devil,
My maker,
The drowning sun?

When Heaven won't take me who will?
The demon's flaming thrills!
If I kill will I be saved
From depths of his fiery grave.

Mist or Fire,
which will be the promised land?

If I die only to rise under murder's oath,
eternally worthy of disaster?
Internally if I fall,
when my heart bleeds,
will it's meet hooks draw me underneath?

When I lay there stiff in an honest tomb
Will I blindly feel neglecting wounds?
Would it be myself or some other man?
Suicide with a helping hand!

Rain or flood,
Which will be the promised land?
Please God help me if you can!

Paul Hickey Copyright @ 2012
4-10-12

Eternal Dreams

This is a poem that reflects a positive outcome in the face of adversity. In spite of being dealt bad luck over and over again, the dream is perseverance, pride and triumph.

Existence takes me through wondrous colorful skies,
          journeyed through clouds unknown,
I wander aimlessly through focused radiant eyes,
         to challenge uncertainty alone,
And break through holes, past crippling surmise,
        to find myself, my own.

Flashing down upon my chest in swarms of yellow streams,
       as pours of golden magic gleaming
Upon my heart it seems,
      Glistening with sparkling presence about my troubled soul,
stands my glow, eternal dreams,
       to find myself, my own.

Above all wonders of the world embraced with true beliefs,
      hold on with ever trusting hands
That pave my world for me,
      Piercing through thickened flesh and bone something I've postponed,
A guiding light, eternal dreams,
      to find myself, my own.

Paul Hickey Copyright @ 2012
4-9-12









        

Close Your Eyes Forever

See all that I need to see,
Know all that I need to know,
See what I see no more,
I need not know more of what I already know,
So perched upon I think,
As steadily I drink, I mope
over something that will never be.

Need not know what I know no more,
peace of mind for I've made up mine,
death will knock at your door,
See what I see, a deep loving embrace from two,
see what I see, a meaningful kiss in love are you,
think not of one who cherishes you,
think not of Hell you shall face,
filthy greed all over stolen will and grace.

Excessively anxious, how do I cure it?
Overly neurotic, cease life the final remedy,
Free-floating, breed calmness from death,
content knowing you are breathless,
peace as I watch you both die with fear in your eyes,
satisfied as I watch both of you close your eyes forever.

Paul Hickey Copyright @2012
4-8-12

All Depression Has It's Prime

This is obviously a poem about depression. However it is a poem about a man who suffers from a severe case of Major Depressive Disorder..so severe that normally it may drive someone to suicide. Enduring toughness so much tougher than the depression he chooses to cope with the depression rather than take his own life.

Lazy sights bark upon layers of surrounding moons;
I deplore of what foolishness has come to murder me,
Yet alienates me from my bloody hand of death;
Glaring hemorrhage of gloom overcrowding with doom,
yet falling down shall not happen anytime soon,
for taking life will not be of any fault of mine;
Barred from heart and mind,
I have yet to succeed with my descension,
much too strong for prime-time depression.

Paul Hickey Copyright @2012
4-6-12