This poem is about looking towards the future and not knowing where I am going. Everything that was is no longer and I am stuck wondering where my soul is drifting.
Upon me stirs the winds of sorrows
gushing against my paling face,
everywhere with thrusts of thunder
blowing away my faith.
ritual drifts whisper through my body
to the heart of it's bristled limbs,
air splashed with velocity,
I feel the rushing wind.
Strive to find my shattered depths
amongst a hail of dust,
whirlpools spinning round and round
destroying the world I love.
Paul Hickey Copyright @ 2012
3-16-12
Friday, March 16, 2012
Prayer to Our Holy Father
This is a poem about God, thanking him for life, living, nature, food, friends, health, and seeing us through to our death.
Dear God,
"Thank you for our daily bread,
to which we look forward to be fed,
making our lives a place easier to be
when we earn our shares upon our feet".
Dear Lord,
"Thank you for doom of intriguing pain,
I feel it clear with all my shame,
you send us through the darkness and rain
only to show us the light again".
Dear Father,
"Thank you for the four seasons,
all of which have different reasons,
brightness, blackness, coldness of Winter,
thank you for our daily weather
even though you I cannot see".
Dear Lord,
"Thank you for our daily friends
and to you our hearts we gratefully send,
no pain, no tears, no-overlapping fate
shall keep us from honoring your welcoming gates";
"Thank you for our loving friends
even though their souls are dense,
thank you God for being our end".
Dear Savior,
"Forgive us for the sins we've done
and for ones we are about to commit,
forgive us for our brainless graves,
not learning from past existence".
"Forgive us for our thought and images
which render us cold of mind,
revulsion and murder in our eyes,
please stand by us and keep us sane,
well away from a killer insane".
Dearest One,
"Forgive us for our heart and souls,
we do not wish for the Devil's role,
Insane jealousy, a sin all alone,
let me stay strong to crush it's bones".
Dear Savior,
"Save us from any harmful illusion,
don't let us select our harmful intrusions;
save us from needy thoughts of others,
kill us now and suspect our mothers;
Save us from the blackness of vain,
save us from our own restraints;
Turn to them, spread Hell upon them,
turn to us, kill ourselves we shall must;
God save us from murder and suicide trees,
I still thank you for the life of me".
Paul Hickey Copyright @ 2012
03-16-12
Dear God,
"Thank you for our daily bread,
to which we look forward to be fed,
making our lives a place easier to be
when we earn our shares upon our feet".
Dear Lord,
"Thank you for doom of intriguing pain,
I feel it clear with all my shame,
you send us through the darkness and rain
only to show us the light again".
Dear Father,
"Thank you for the four seasons,
all of which have different reasons,
brightness, blackness, coldness of Winter,
thank you for our daily weather
even though you I cannot see".
Dear Lord,
"Thank you for our daily friends
and to you our hearts we gratefully send,
no pain, no tears, no-overlapping fate
shall keep us from honoring your welcoming gates";
"Thank you for our loving friends
even though their souls are dense,
thank you God for being our end".
Dear Savior,
"Forgive us for the sins we've done
and for ones we are about to commit,
forgive us for our brainless graves,
not learning from past existence".
"Forgive us for our thought and images
which render us cold of mind,
revulsion and murder in our eyes,
please stand by us and keep us sane,
well away from a killer insane".
Dearest One,
"Forgive us for our heart and souls,
we do not wish for the Devil's role,
Insane jealousy, a sin all alone,
let me stay strong to crush it's bones".
Dear Savior,
"Save us from any harmful illusion,
don't let us select our harmful intrusions;
save us from needy thoughts of others,
kill us now and suspect our mothers;
Save us from the blackness of vain,
save us from our own restraints;
Turn to them, spread Hell upon them,
turn to us, kill ourselves we shall must;
God save us from murder and suicide trees,
I still thank you for the life of me".
Paul Hickey Copyright @ 2012
03-16-12
Monday, March 12, 2012
Two-Faced Scholar
This short story poem is about a man who had it all. He had good friends, a good family, good education, and as great career. However, something goes horribly wrong. He is in this relationship with this woman. They were suppose to get marrieds out that she has been cheating on him for a while. He quickly goes from innocent, fun loving to killer practically over night. He isolates himself from those he loves and his dark side appears as he continuously stalks the couple, eventually killing them both. On the run, he is tracked down by police where it ends in suicide-by-cop fashion. Everybody is shocked and cannot believe that someone who seemed so happy would do something so tragic as to kill another person.
Intrude, eat, prey,
my groaning eye detects;
Foolish bastard remark me stupid,
assume I'm dead,
unable to raise a finger
to prove the deceased is still alive,
Strictly cold and blind.
I am dangerously eccentric,
inward bedeviled pain,
outward brutal flame,
I release my heat unto you.
I exercise reprisal to limits
as you attempt to figure out
how and why my sincere face
is attached to such an evil eye.
No one ever lives or breathes
a single word of me,
plot for them forever who I am
through conspiracy.
I ponder my reality, pre-conceived
in fantasy, misfortunes of the deadly task;
I plan the daily attacks.
I am a prisoner of proximal
group ostracision, socially distant
within a lone mind's decision.
Impulse ceases resistance from urges,
"maim, kill, unending habit".
I drive location of varied location,
suspended renovation,
cap and glasses by my side;
Nearby, not so far lot
grows larger with a single presence,
where I can lie in wait
hidden from would-be cops,
where I feign being studious,"Hush-Hush",
secret two-faced scholar on the run.
Pass away the minutes,
my temper well beyond the limits,
cap and glasses straddled for action.
A very nervous man is what I am,
as excitement for fulfillment
rumbles through my trembling bones,
I drive ever slowly by the target house,
creeping like a squeaking mouse,
a drooling hawk stalking fetish prey.
Taking my time I drive away
until another day,
plan extended,
vengeance ripping through
soul and mind.
Visions meet with you
day after friendliness
manipulates acquaintance,
as if not a single soul betrayed,
not a day astray, my voice
non-deceiving to your trusty character.
I'm off, time for more sin,
I hit the road again,
mind on overload,
cap and glasses resting on my head.
Impulse ceases resistance from urges,
"maim, kill, unending habit".
I drive location of varied location,
suspended renovation,
nearby, not so far lot
grows larger with a single presence,
where I lie in wait
hidden from would-be cops,
where I feign to be studious, "Hush-Hush",
secret two-faced scholar on the run.
With tone of influencing words
on the radio,
exit the vehicle I do,
9 inch blade descended in back of myself.
I disappear without a trace
from public eye's view.
Casually I stroll down a
deserted alley, and hop
a chained fence holding
my restrained desires.
I have reached my destiny.
Minutes-by-minutes
slowly tick away. My brain
screams, "What are they doing
in there"? As paranoia pummels
reducing grace, I pace a worried face,
as serenely I await departure from the place.
Unhand grazing scars overtaking
my emotionally devoured body as
they appear from open doors. I
suppress sadistic laughter as I dive
behind hedges just distances away from them;
pounce on him once, slash his gut,
he bleeds a slow and agonizing death.
"Don't do it, don't do it", she cries;
too late, the deed is done,
HELTER-SKELTER,
run for my life, toss the knife,
flipped with a flick of the wrist
into the backyard of a neighborhood family.
I tare off my clothes,
rinse the blood off with a hose,
shave my head to the seeing eye flesh,
scissor every visible hair for the best.
I boycott my car,
I have gone too far,
"CHILLS", "SPILLS", and "THRILLS".
With the coast surprisingly clear,
I approach the object of my transportation,
my car, my escape, and insert the key into
the lock, for no longer can I avoid the law.
"I must make a run for it", I keep telling
myself, day after death, holding my breath.
"Looks to me, I'm as free as can be. Oh-oh
the cops see me. What should I think to do"?
They corner me from every place on the street.
At present time, because I threw away the blood-
stained knife, I possess only one weapon, high-
powered rifle, my only means of protection,
brandished at the men who point harm at me.
"Kill me if need but they won't take me in. I
will never surrender to them"! I yell, "there
is no way you are taking me alive.
I wouldrather perish than live".
Then I set the trigger remembering
the wrong-doing I delivered. Sudden
wails fill the night air. "Please, please,
let go of your arms and give up. Don't
let it come down to this".
I lunge forward, my rifle cocked and loaded,
may release flurries of bullets with the
slightest of taunting. "Bang"! refusal to
relinquish my arsenal comes down to this,
failure to shoot sends death my way.
My blood-shot eyes droop downward,
blood drips in pools to the concrete
surface in front of me. I collapse to
the ground. Men in blue rush towards
the fallen. Sirens sound as a masked man
manifests little life at the hands of the
town police. Ten minutes post-fatal
stand-off, I vanish into eternal sleep,
self-destructive dreams my reality. Homicide
carried out, assisted suicide finishes me.
"Impulse ceases resistance from urges,
maim, kill, unending habit".
I drive location of varied location,
suspended renovation,
cap and glasses by my side,
nearby, not so far lot
growing larger with a single presence,
where I lie in wait
hidden from would-be cops,
where I feign to be studious, "Hush-Hush",
secret two-faced scholar on the run;
Where I pass away the minutes,
temper well beyond limits,
cap and glasses straddled for action, "Hush-Hush"
two-faced scholar on the run.
Paul Hickey Copyright @ 2012
3-13-12
Intrude, eat, prey,
my groaning eye detects;
Foolish bastard remark me stupid,
assume I'm dead,
unable to raise a finger
to prove the deceased is still alive,
Strictly cold and blind.
I am dangerously eccentric,
inward bedeviled pain,
outward brutal flame,
I release my heat unto you.
I exercise reprisal to limits
as you attempt to figure out
how and why my sincere face
is attached to such an evil eye.
No one ever lives or breathes
a single word of me,
plot for them forever who I am
through conspiracy.
I ponder my reality, pre-conceived
in fantasy, misfortunes of the deadly task;
I plan the daily attacks.
I am a prisoner of proximal
group ostracision, socially distant
within a lone mind's decision.
Impulse ceases resistance from urges,
"maim, kill, unending habit".
I drive location of varied location,
suspended renovation,
cap and glasses by my side;
Nearby, not so far lot
grows larger with a single presence,
where I can lie in wait
hidden from would-be cops,
where I feign being studious,"Hush-Hush",
secret two-faced scholar on the run.
Pass away the minutes,
my temper well beyond the limits,
cap and glasses straddled for action.
A very nervous man is what I am,
as excitement for fulfillment
rumbles through my trembling bones,
I drive ever slowly by the target house,
creeping like a squeaking mouse,
a drooling hawk stalking fetish prey.
Taking my time I drive away
until another day,
plan extended,
vengeance ripping through
soul and mind.
Visions meet with you
day after friendliness
manipulates acquaintance,
as if not a single soul betrayed,
not a day astray, my voice
non-deceiving to your trusty character.
I'm off, time for more sin,
I hit the road again,
mind on overload,
cap and glasses resting on my head.
Impulse ceases resistance from urges,
"maim, kill, unending habit".
I drive location of varied location,
suspended renovation,
nearby, not so far lot
grows larger with a single presence,
where I lie in wait
hidden from would-be cops,
where I feign to be studious, "Hush-Hush",
secret two-faced scholar on the run.
With tone of influencing words
on the radio,
exit the vehicle I do,
9 inch blade descended in back of myself.
I disappear without a trace
from public eye's view.
Casually I stroll down a
deserted alley, and hop
a chained fence holding
my restrained desires.
I have reached my destiny.
Minutes-by-minutes
slowly tick away. My brain
screams, "What are they doing
in there"? As paranoia pummels
reducing grace, I pace a worried face,
as serenely I await departure from the place.
Unhand grazing scars overtaking
my emotionally devoured body as
they appear from open doors. I
suppress sadistic laughter as I dive
behind hedges just distances away from them;
pounce on him once, slash his gut,
he bleeds a slow and agonizing death.
"Don't do it, don't do it", she cries;
too late, the deed is done,
HELTER-SKELTER,
run for my life, toss the knife,
flipped with a flick of the wrist
into the backyard of a neighborhood family.
I tare off my clothes,
rinse the blood off with a hose,
shave my head to the seeing eye flesh,
scissor every visible hair for the best.
I boycott my car,
I have gone too far,
"CHILLS", "SPILLS", and "THRILLS".
With the coast surprisingly clear,
I approach the object of my transportation,
my car, my escape, and insert the key into
the lock, for no longer can I avoid the law.
"I must make a run for it", I keep telling
myself, day after death, holding my breath.
"Looks to me, I'm as free as can be. Oh-oh
the cops see me. What should I think to do"?
They corner me from every place on the street.
At present time, because I threw away the blood-
stained knife, I possess only one weapon, high-
powered rifle, my only means of protection,
brandished at the men who point harm at me.
"Kill me if need but they won't take me in. I
will never surrender to them"! I yell, "there
is no way you are taking me alive.
I wouldrather perish than live".
Then I set the trigger remembering
the wrong-doing I delivered. Sudden
wails fill the night air. "Please, please,
let go of your arms and give up. Don't
let it come down to this".
I lunge forward, my rifle cocked and loaded,
may release flurries of bullets with the
slightest of taunting. "Bang"! refusal to
relinquish my arsenal comes down to this,
failure to shoot sends death my way.
My blood-shot eyes droop downward,
blood drips in pools to the concrete
surface in front of me. I collapse to
the ground. Men in blue rush towards
the fallen. Sirens sound as a masked man
manifests little life at the hands of the
town police. Ten minutes post-fatal
stand-off, I vanish into eternal sleep,
self-destructive dreams my reality. Homicide
carried out, assisted suicide finishes me.
"Impulse ceases resistance from urges,
maim, kill, unending habit".
I drive location of varied location,
suspended renovation,
cap and glasses by my side,
nearby, not so far lot
growing larger with a single presence,
where I lie in wait
hidden from would-be cops,
where I feign to be studious, "Hush-Hush",
secret two-faced scholar on the run;
Where I pass away the minutes,
temper well beyond limits,
cap and glasses straddled for action, "Hush-Hush"
two-faced scholar on the run.
Paul Hickey Copyright @ 2012
3-13-12
Two Shades of Blood
This poem is simply about the consequences of cheating, being betrayed, and being left all alone in the dark.
Shaded rumination,
Melancholic preoccupation,
free-floating anxiety
delivers a fatal bullet.
Brains slashed with rain,
blood-curdling pain,
body shaking,
body aching,
silenced by your chill;
Nerves quaking,
tempers baking,
death within you still.
Alienation,
dehydration,
as isolation pierces
through spilled life,
let the living inside you flood.
Loaded gun,
rapidly pounding hearts,
terrorizing, raging eyes,
horror-flushed eyes
staring into the face of evil,
taunting chaos
with one simple pull of the trigger;
Disgust looming
as mind altering images entomb me;
Your eyes meeting with his,
his eyes meeting with yours,
my eyes staring murderously,
my lips kissing wind,
loaded gun,
here I go again!
Mind altering images,
reality extracting,
sanity distracting,
consume me;
In solitude I stay,
crying,
sighing,
dying,
as my insides are washed away.
Thinking,
drinking,
thinking and drinking,
the roses of love were for her
symbolic of deep feelings once given
from a heart I no longer feel;
End my vindictive reign,
halt my explosive conviction,
or will my whore and her lover be dead,
mind altering images
entomb me;
Your eyes meeting with his,
his eyes meeting with yours,
your lips kissing his,
his lips touching yours,
my eyes staring murderously,
my lips kissing wind,
loaded gun,
here I go again!
Two shades of blood still on the floor,
one is a lover and one is my whore.
Speculated love,
a shattered heart
is replaced with a heavy weight;
Nothing is real,
nothing exists
except thoughts that are scrambled
in my head.
"Hate me"!
"Love him"!
"Me as friend"!
"Kill her"!
"Kill him"!
"Kill me after I kill her"!
"Kill him first"!
Mind altering images entomb me;
Your eyes meeting with his,
his eyes meeting with yours,
your lips kissing his,
his lips touching yours,
my eyes staring murderously,
my lips kissing wind,
loaded gun,
here I go again!
Two shades of blood still on the floor,
one is a lover and one is my whore;
Lives shall be taken should you embrace anymore,
blood will start spilling as I break down the door.
Rape,
strangle,
sodomize,
pulverize
into two different shades of blood;
Blood on my hands,
Pray Lord! What have I done?
Blood on my hands,
marks on their necks,
pools of life flooding the floor;
Blood on my hands,
I can't even remember how this all began,
mind altering images
entomb me;
Your eyes meeting with his,
his eyes meeting with yours,
your lips kissing his,
his lips touching yours,
my eyes staring murderously,
my lips kissing wind,
loaded gun,
here I go again!
Two shades of blood still on the floor,
one is a lover and one is my whore;
Lives shall be taken should you embrace anymore,
blood will be spilling as I break down the door.
Two shades of blood still on the floor,
one is a lover and one is my whore,
thus I drink poison and fall dead to the floor,
no more confusion! No more....No more.
Paul Hickey Copyright @ 2012
3-12-11
Shaded rumination,
Melancholic preoccupation,
free-floating anxiety
delivers a fatal bullet.
Brains slashed with rain,
blood-curdling pain,
body shaking,
body aching,
silenced by your chill;
Nerves quaking,
tempers baking,
death within you still.
Alienation,
dehydration,
as isolation pierces
through spilled life,
let the living inside you flood.
Loaded gun,
rapidly pounding hearts,
terrorizing, raging eyes,
horror-flushed eyes
staring into the face of evil,
taunting chaos
with one simple pull of the trigger;
Disgust looming
as mind altering images entomb me;
Your eyes meeting with his,
his eyes meeting with yours,
my eyes staring murderously,
my lips kissing wind,
loaded gun,
here I go again!
Mind altering images,
reality extracting,
sanity distracting,
consume me;
In solitude I stay,
crying,
sighing,
dying,
as my insides are washed away.
Thinking,
drinking,
thinking and drinking,
the roses of love were for her
symbolic of deep feelings once given
from a heart I no longer feel;
End my vindictive reign,
halt my explosive conviction,
or will my whore and her lover be dead,
mind altering images
entomb me;
Your eyes meeting with his,
his eyes meeting with yours,
your lips kissing his,
his lips touching yours,
my eyes staring murderously,
my lips kissing wind,
loaded gun,
here I go again!
Two shades of blood still on the floor,
one is a lover and one is my whore.
Speculated love,
a shattered heart
is replaced with a heavy weight;
Nothing is real,
nothing exists
except thoughts that are scrambled
in my head.
"Hate me"!
"Love him"!
"Me as friend"!
"Kill her"!
"Kill him"!
"Kill me after I kill her"!
"Kill him first"!
Mind altering images entomb me;
Your eyes meeting with his,
his eyes meeting with yours,
your lips kissing his,
his lips touching yours,
my eyes staring murderously,
my lips kissing wind,
loaded gun,
here I go again!
Two shades of blood still on the floor,
one is a lover and one is my whore;
Lives shall be taken should you embrace anymore,
blood will start spilling as I break down the door.
Rape,
strangle,
sodomize,
pulverize
into two different shades of blood;
Blood on my hands,
Pray Lord! What have I done?
Blood on my hands,
marks on their necks,
pools of life flooding the floor;
Blood on my hands,
I can't even remember how this all began,
mind altering images
entomb me;
Your eyes meeting with his,
his eyes meeting with yours,
your lips kissing his,
his lips touching yours,
my eyes staring murderously,
my lips kissing wind,
loaded gun,
here I go again!
Two shades of blood still on the floor,
one is a lover and one is my whore;
Lives shall be taken should you embrace anymore,
blood will be spilling as I break down the door.
Two shades of blood still on the floor,
one is a lover and one is my whore,
thus I drink poison and fall dead to the floor,
no more confusion! No more....No more.
Paul Hickey Copyright @ 2012
3-12-11
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Call of the Nightingale
This poem is about a beautiful girl I know inside and out. She is very sweet, caring and respectful. When she smiles she lights up the room. When she talks to you your heart melts. I know..sounds mushy but this is the feeling I get when I talk to her.
Heaven calls by night,
lingering in our heads until day's end;
As daylight subsides
giving way to twilight, we await our beloved Nightingale
patiently, as she spreads her wings
for all to see, for all to hear, for all to love,
never to be missed from sight,
to flight,
she is our paradise
broadening smiles every minute, every day,
allowing us to take her home in our heads
as nightfall comes to a memorable end
and dreams of an eternal kiss begins.
Paul Hickey Copyright @ 2012
3-11-12
Heaven calls by night,
lingering in our heads until day's end;
As daylight subsides
giving way to twilight, we await our beloved Nightingale
patiently, as she spreads her wings
for all to see, for all to hear, for all to love,
never to be missed from sight,
to flight,
she is our paradise
broadening smiles every minute, every day,
allowing us to take her home in our heads
as nightfall comes to a memorable end
and dreams of an eternal kiss begins.
Paul Hickey Copyright @ 2012
3-11-12
Broken Promises
This poem is basically about those people who tell you nothing but lies. They make their words sound truthful. They promise you many things... only to take their words back as quickly as they said them to you. The false facades create internal drama which continues to eat at your soul until eventually you end it all in the most darkest possible way..putting a bullet in your brain. It's simple, short, straight, and to the point.
Make me a promise,
I will take it to heart,
words false in facade,
they take me apart.
Give me a few drinks,
I will die with a wink,
hand me the gun,
I shall drown in my own blood.
Paul Hickey Copyright @ 2012
3-11-12
Make me a promise,
I will take it to heart,
words false in facade,
they take me apart.
Give me a few drinks,
I will die with a wink,
hand me the gun,
I shall drown in my own blood.
Paul Hickey Copyright @ 2012
3-11-12
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Ashes to Ashes
This is a poem about my sinner struggles with love, and relationships. How investing my time in someone completely changes me, draining me of any self awareness. In other words, eventually the investment leads to me not knowing who I am. It is as if someone has stolen my inner strength, not intentionally, but rather because I allow myself to become too overly enthralled with my love interest. The result, loss of dignity, and loss of focus of who I am. Eventually, I am able to regain my strength, my hunger for life through time and pain.
Ashes to Ashes, dust to dust,
if she should perish, then she must;
Shed no tears, grieve not for her soul,
like death blown away, her grip I let go.
Her dust disappears as does my heart
for best I believe certain to salvage some part
of life I've been given, Will I amend,
praise Lord give me strength not to descend.
Love unkindly has bared it's weight upon my being,
as continuously I fall fool to this burden of me;
A thousand fates revealed falling from grace,
with cries I replenish my hunger from waste.
Paul Hickey Copyright @ 2012
3-6-12
Ashes to Ashes, dust to dust,
if she should perish, then she must;
Shed no tears, grieve not for her soul,
like death blown away, her grip I let go.
Her dust disappears as does my heart
for best I believe certain to salvage some part
of life I've been given, Will I amend,
praise Lord give me strength not to descend.
Love unkindly has bared it's weight upon my being,
as continuously I fall fool to this burden of me;
A thousand fates revealed falling from grace,
with cries I replenish my hunger from waste.
Paul Hickey Copyright @ 2012
3-6-12
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