The Trooper

this next batch of writings are lyrics of songs from my favorite musicians that inspired me to write,

You'll take my life but I'll take yours too
You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through
So when your waiting for the next attack
you'd better stand there's no turning back.

The bugal sounds the charge begins
but on this battle field no one wins
the smell of acrid smoke and horses breath
as I plunge on into certain death

Oh, oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,oh, oh, ohhhhh
Oh, oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,ohhhhhh

The horse he sweats with fear we break to run
the mighty roar of the russian guns
and as we race towards the human wall
the screams of pain as my comrades fall.

We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground
and the Russians fire another round
we get so near yet so far away
we won't live to fight another day.

Oh, oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,ohhhh
Oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,ohhhh

We get so close near enough to fight
When a Russian gets me in his sights
He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow
A burst of rounds takes my horse below.

And as I lay there gazing at the sky
my body's numb and my throat is dry
And as I lay forgotten and a loan
without a tear I draw my parting groan.

Oh, oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,ohhhh
Oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,ohhhh

Steve Harris (Iron Maiden)

In Your Hour of Passing

This poem is about a friend of mine who passed away recently from cancer.

I know that you feel that I stabbed you in the back,
all I can say is that I'm sorry for that.
Time we spent together, though brief it was,
fun and I am glad I got to meet you at least once.
I will always be your friend though the wound is way too deep
and in your hour of passing I will be your friend in grief.

Believe me when I tell you that I meant you no harm,
I am sorry my friend from the bottom of my heart.
Sorry I could not be there for you in all your pain and sorrow,
to dry your eyes when you cry tears beyond tomorrow.
I will always be your friend though the wound is way too deep
and in your hour of passing I will be your friend in grief.

Paul Hickey
12-16-12
Copyright @2012

Death On The Innocent

This next poem is in dedication of those who lost their lives and those who were injured in the Colorado Shooting tragedy on 7-20-2012. Unlike many of my other writings about tragic shootings, where I describe in detail and in story format what had happened during the course of the shooting, this poem captures the mood of the community of Aurora Colorado and the heroism occurred as the shooting was taking place.People sacrificing their own lives so others could live.

Evil blood returns again to claim a death on the innocent,
breeding hate that dictates fate from the rationality of temperament.

Lost are those, not to forget how cold their blood was shed,
heroes never fathomed before now lay amongst the dead.

Death succeeds but does not lead to glory of the villain,
from the sky we carry pride with strength beyond the killing.

Bodies scattered meant to shatter lives of those who survived,
has only strengthened the love within and failed to divide.

A descendant may steal the ones who feel and a country may then cry
but ascendants will not give up love even when a loved one dies.

Paul Hickey Copyright@ 2012
8-1-12

Sparkling Eyes

This poem is about a beautiful girl I know. Every time I see her under dim light with darkness standing out on the background her eyes sparkle as does her personality.

Sparkling eyes pull me away,
I've found my sacred glow;
Here I stay is where I fade
into my welcoming home.

If only Heaven would shine as bright,
to where my soul would wander,
to take away my world of night
like eyes of glistening thunder.

A look that gleams with smiling grace
upon my frowning face,
energized, I will not die,
I feel her strength today.

A nurturing scent, each time I am
blown away by warmth again,
which i why I come and stare at her
amongst a bar of men.

When I see the sparkle of her eyes,
the beauty of her lips,
I feel alive within my eyes
inspiring me to live.

Paul Hickey Copyright @ 2012
8-1-12

Down By the River Front

As I stumbled across the river front, I discovered by a bridge a brain,
splashed upon the body's gorge, he who had been slain,
Rigor Mortise decomposed, I've seen old blood before,
every time I walk on by I want to end him more,
For every time I walk on by I welcome him no more.

Down by the river front where water floods with gloom,
where dead all rest in a bloody mess under a glowing moon,
I seek out my serenity, winds aren't seen but closely felt,
when will I be the next to perish for the pain that I've been dealt?

All I see by the river's tides are parts of he who died,
Those whose final days were spent hiding behind their cries,
Still I choose to venture down to see all hopeless lost,
For my sins, I hope I win, not pay the ultimate cost,
If I win, no more sin, my body will not rot.

slaughtered in dampened forests washed from soot of fleshy floods
are cherished friends scattered around, love stolen from their blood,
Who upon is dastardly enough to take my world from me,
When I find them clouds of hail shall pound with heavy flurry.

Down by the river front where my tombstone had been paved,
I battled back to get back on track, my world had been saved;
I try to put back together sorted pieces of my life,
to live what others cannot live from their death encountered fight;
I on the other hand shall follow the brightness of my light.

Paul Hickey Copyright @ 2012
05-10-12

Dust In My Eyes

This is a short poem that has to do with betrayal of yourself.

All grasped hands upon unworthy trails
are desert sands of dark betrayal;
Cold, numb, all of them stale
as hail storms of dust blind my eyes;
I cannot see, nothing is clear, I cannot feel,
inside burdens my soul to steal.

Paul Hickey Copyright @ 2012
05-9-12

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