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Best Poems From
ROBERT L. BIXLER III
(February 14,1985)
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Creature of the Night
In darkness swirling sound
Death is abound and all around.
Find your solace in the final requiem
When with salty taste life leaves, carpe diem.
Vampirish lusting-love desire in thee.
Thirsting decayance of death of me.
But I fly the darkened night,
A much cruel and respited sight.
Your weak mind and uneasy soul
Would fall short in death with this dole.
Only one pure of heart,
And self-sacrificed, could start
To survive this morbid flight
That I have come to love. I am a creature of the night.
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: carpe diem poems, death poems, night poems, heart poems, love poems
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Crestfallen
Release the depths of hell in me
And raise furies for the world to see.
Scourned and burnt, blackhearted and alone;
Death's pugnate odor becomes my cologne.
Wraith born of pure hate,
In me, awake late.
Infernos to burn the insolate
Beyond what one can relate.
Burden of dark heart
And desire of blood's red flow start
Daggered tongue and triggered fingers,
I stand tall as your last breath lingers.
Await the final reckoning
When all my fury is self-incriminating.
Laid to rest and life sullen,
I am the crestfallen.
Wraith born of pure hate,
In me, awake late.
Infernos to burn the insolate
Beyond what one can relate.
Guard your soul as I come to take
That which was denied. Fear my hellish wake.
Forgiveness is divine, but mine is of requital.
Bleeded heart and dried soul, my punishment is fit for all.
Wraith born of pure hate,
In me, awake late.
Infernos to burn the insolate
Beyond what one can relate.
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: hate poems, red poems, fear poems, alone poems, dark poems, death poems, heart poems, world poems
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Devil Pup
(This is dedicated to LCpl Casper, USMC.... Keep your head down! !)
Devil Pup o' Devil Pup
Show me the military way.
Tell me how to drink all night,
And still carry on with the good fight.
Blood stripe on a starch blue background,
One hundred, thousand proud souls bound
To the legged-seamed sign of honor
That's worn throughout the Marine Corps.
Devil Pup o' Devil Pup
Show me the military way
To steal the hearts' of girls abound
With that hardcore cadence sound.
Break their hearts
Before the trouble starts
Because you know
That you'll be the first to go.
Devil Pup o' Devil Pup
Show me the military way.
Tell me how to strike fear
Within all of my enemies dear.
With a smile on your face
And a salty-tongue blood taste,
Let the enemy know who your fighting for,
The United States Marine Corps.
Robert L. Bixler III
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Escape
Lonely steel blade, on skin, slides
As the forgotten child weakly hides.
Cold, soft brush of damnation
Brought by soul-capturing lamentation.
With head raised to the beautiful skies,
The child realizes the truth in all lies.
Compliments dim the subtle undertones
Of what is observed beyond dry bones.
Warm flowing red liquid of life preserve
Fills the void in the tile cracks, never deserve.
Fist to mirror, destroy distasteful reflection
That burns wet eyes with fires of self-recognition.
Night falls, lit room gives to a shadows creep.
Cornered in bloody tile, the child can only weep
As glass hands raise high self-ordainments tool.
Heaven cries as innocent blood begins to pool.
The child falls to the floor with starry eyed gaze.
Social seclusion and still heart blur to blood moon haze.
With lasting breathe, the child sings joyous
Notes of hellish escape in deaths final chorus.
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: child poems, mirror poems, lonely poems, beautiful poems, truth poems, moon poems, red poems, heaven poems, death poems, night poems, fire poems, children poems, sky poems
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