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Best Poems From
ROBERT L. BIXLER III
(February 14,1985)
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Thine Beginning
There reside’th, in thineself, a caustic evil.
One such the world hath tasted
As I tore’th at existence’s very navel;
Not would’th survived un-wasted.
Thy embittered rage tear’eth apart
All that was’t from holy start.
Hell’s inferno touch at thine finger,
So long as the cold, dark night doth linger.
Even then, I hath thine restraints.
As heavenly sun arose
Thy anger wert force to doze.
Unless, I desire’th holy complaints.
Stranger occurrence hath never
Touched the night as thy descent.
Graceful Thee wert sent to sever
Thine vicious, un-holy life at present.
Un-expectant twist of faith,
Thee begun’eth to ardor thy wraith,
And thine hollowed spirit felt love
As thy radiant beauty shone above.
Infernos of hate become’th fires of passion
Inside your angelic embrace,
And thine own burnt face
Become’th were thy worship wert fashion.
Vampirish-loving lust cannot last
Between angels and demons.
Just so, dost the spurned one cast
Thee winged beauty from his summons.
Without thy holy powers,
Thee wilted like dying flowers.
Final fires take’th thee to ashes,
And, in thy grave, thy re-birth hatches.
Phoenix to day and night,
I am to live’th on alone
With all I hath ever known.
Archangel, in thineself, raise’th to fight.
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: lust poems, anger poems, beauty poems, evil poems, birth poems, passion poems, hate poems, faith poems, night poems, alone poems, dark poems, sun poems, world poems, fire poems, flower poems, angel poems
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Thousand
A thousand things I could say, still the words never leave my mouth
A thousand times I could have tried, still I fail my desires in conception
A thousand beats does my heart skip in anticipation of your arrival
A thousand lives must I live before the lines fall in place
The lines have been drawn, and I steer with them.
We have come to terms with what we feel.
Still all the while I can feel this terrible ill
From this song that my hearts sings to you, a requiem
There are things that I could say
So many words of selfish desires
Words filled with emotional fires
But all of them I shall hold for another day.
A thousand actions race my mind, yet none could I ever enact
A thousand emotions beg to be played, yet everyone held back
A thousand ways that I could be more than just a wild one
A thousand moments I could share in a single lifetime
Times that I am with you are the best
That I can remember on cloudy days
It seems that in a thousands ways
I can never seem to let the memory of you rest.
The darkest of moods are lifted by your smile
You remind me of all I should be
Your light illuminates the path I see
The path that I should walk all the while
A thousand girls around me, yet there is only one that stands out
A thousand songs do I hear, still only one plays the tune of my heart
A thousand scents could never over-power your sweet one
A thousand deaths shall I have before your memory dies in me.
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: memory poems, remember poems, power poems, song poems, smile poems, heart poems, light poems, girl poems
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Thy Loving Sacrifice
Lyrical verse of a cold harmony,
Follow the calling to thy very knee.
When thee are called from the grave,
It will be’th thyself who invokes the knave.
Humbly thee bow before thy anti-savior,
But does’t thee know thy price of servitude?
For love of thy night creature repent forever.
As I have love’th thee most
I will bring’th forth thy very ghost.
Thy death cannot separate our one,
Not before our loving-lust is done.
Thy angelic-purity begraces thy
Dark-passionate soul to raise above
The ashes of thy life, in which I lie.
Thee was the gilded saint
That prayed for thine un-taint.
But, the powers that be’th, prevent
A lusting-love like ours to vent.
For the world shouldn’t know
Of such dark redemption in love.
As with sun to night, our love must go.
As the golden truth peaks over the horizon
I am forced to flee the light of the Son.
But after thee has been burnt to ground,
In darkness hour, I will’eth bring your sound
Back to the respited night, lusting-love now heals.
I lie’th in thy ashes, and am engulfed in love
Thy ashes swirl, and surround, creating thine safe seals.
Thy loving sacrifice was the heavenly fix
For thy night creature to arise, sunlight phoenix.
Once I was but ashes to the divine light
And lusting-love detest in the cold, dark night.
But now, with love’s seals, I walk’th streets
Without fear of the light, for thy love reformed.
Day and night, I love as thy heart no longer beats.
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: lust poems, dark poems, night poems, son poems, light poems, truth poems, fear poems, love poems, death poems, sun poems, world poems
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Time
It is just a shallow time when my eyes stare straight
With nothing near me to hold dear.
Time is only a measure of death.
No record kept, no history written... My life is nothing.
My existence is plain, and our simplified minds
Wonder, contorted and ugly, only matching
Gnarled limbs and scarred flesh... Only this do people see.
Why can they not see me for who I am?
I do not want, I only bleed.
The care of hope and hope in care fills my need to
Sacrifice all that is mine for nothing but self-enjoyment
Of seeing another succeed or return from the hellish
Pit of despair that their mind puts them, where
I am always at... In my own mind.
Death becomes a savior, life is my Anti-Christ,
And I can not help but bleed as my pen screams
Across paper so white and clean, reminds me of how I used to be.
A time when I could see that everything was fine.
My family was one and I didn't need anyone,
But now what was one has become three
And I am left with that need for someone, yet no one
Is willing or wanting to be there... I am forever alone.
Drowning in my own self-pity, but what a feeling when
The only one that cares is yourself. It just reminds me that
I am lost in a place of stone walls and brick floors
With only a television to fill the void. Even Barbie
Had a better life than this. How I wish I was Ken or the every-day people that fit his description.
Beautiful, tall, and strong, but my only gift was that
I am trapped within and ugly throughout with a slow watch,
A watch that will one day serve my death sentence.
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: television poems, history poems, family poems, death poems, people poems, despair poems, hope poems, beautiful poems, lost poems, time poems, alone poems, life poems
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