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Best Poems From
ROBERT L. BIXLER III
(February 14,1985)
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Frigid Zero
Ages wane and waves crash,
Seasons change and storms roll,
Still love remains keenly abash
As my heart does evermore loll.
As boundless as universal medium,
As endless as times blatant poach,
Yet ill-regarded within whoredom
Is my equilibrant approach.
One dies of absolute boredom
Choked on rationalization,
Spoken emotional phantom,
Awaiting loves actualization.
In infinitys enfolding, frigid zero
Atomic attractions shamble
Halting compassions narrow
Caress beyond the unsurpassable.
Robert L. Bixler III
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Ghost
Shapeless, shifting fog rolls in.
Aimless, nervous eyes project.
Amorphous solid substance-elect
Becomes all I have been.
I am the shadow that passes
Un-noticed in the very masses.
I am the one that no one knows,
Nor the one they chose.
Gasp and stare perplexing,
They see me as an enigma
That is, ultimately, too vexing
To comprehend without a stigma.
Amiable, begracing, secrets I retain
As I stand drenched in the rain
Of my own salty tears
Shed off from all my fears.
Ghastly vanished, space consuming
I stand by your very side,
But still my presence you hide
As I try hard to be understanding.
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: fog poems, rain poems, fear poems
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Jagged Blade Haze
If our hearts bled together,
Would it keep us form falling a part.
In losing you, I sever
My humanity from my heart.
I darkness and cold, Ill hold you
Close to me for warming protections sake.
We drift to sleep, in loving view,
My dreams turn vivid, restless quake.
With mutilated, dangling blood wound,
I awake to your vengeful desecration.
My heart cries weakly, ill-tuned
Pleas of lustful restoration.
Still, like an unappreciative child,
You toss me beaten and broken.
Laughing in my face, demons wild
Take me with depressant token.
If our hearts bled together,
Would it keep us from falling a part.
In losing you, I sever
My humanity from my heart.
Questioning my addiction
To your false, tarried love,
I find brooding benediction
In slaying every winged dove.
As my blood runs raged degree
And my heart races uncontrolled,
I feel alive and with hatred see
How your veins shall run cold.
To show you supposed future end,
Ill bring you our true beginning.
With depressant, anger bend
My blade slides without ending.
As warm, tainted liquid bides,
May the end of sorrowful days
Be so sweet, salty taste hides,
As blood from my jagged blade haze.
Robert L. Bixler III
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Language Barriers
Such a boundary is spoken language,
Seemingly unbreakable and burdensome.
I watch you as you speak,
Such a foreign language to me.
I sit in contemplative struggles,
Lost in idyllic pondering.
Is there not a universal language;
One of pure emotion and heart felt rhythm?
Could our hearts ever communicate
Beyond the spoken syllables of language?
Is there a chance you could understand
Without my audible phrases?
It seems such a slight of Destiny
that such a little thing as a word
Should keep two affirming hearts
From beating in a gran symphony.
A hundred things I wish
I could tell you of my heart
If only I spoke your language.
Una dνa te los desearα a mis emociones.
(Written when I was 17,3 years ago. It's just one of a couple up here to see my progression over the years)
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: destiny poems, lost poems, heart poems
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