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Best Poems From
ROBERT L. BIXLER III
(February 14,1985)
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Last Breathe
Dead head, molten lead, I have bled.
Captivating eyes, omenous skies, still she lies.
Power in three, terror of me, danger you can see.
Vile magick and you are so tragic.
Fear me as long as you can see
Love me because we could never be
Hate me as I live my life free
Admire me if you ever want the key.
Violent mood, restless brood, you're so crude.
False face, liquid base, yourself you erase.
Can't ask, hiden task, hide in your mask
Self-denied, you know you lied
Lose yourself to all your inner hate
Find a way in which you can be great
Destroy the reasons for being late
Create another attitude in which you can relate.
You're done, deadly gun, remember to run
I watch as blood clots, connect the dots
Hit the wall, you fall, nothing to recall
Youre alive. We will survive
Break your connection to civilization
Fix the lines to absolute memorization
Dispel all thoughts of self-creation
Re-live your life with anticipation.
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: hate poems, remember poems, power poems, fear poems, life poems, lost poems, running poems, sky poems
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Laying in Shallows
Stalling life and holding breathe,
The body is surrounded aqueous.
Volumes in these walls discuss
Their true potential depth.
Where one would think greatness,
There resides but a cesspool
Of shallow, extrinsic stool
From which all natural reasons recess.
Still the mind plunges deep
In this world that shoals
Toward that which the flesh shall reap.
Pray for impoverished souls
That seek meaning in confined abyss
Where true sense has come amiss.
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: world poems, life poems
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Live, Love, Die
Morbid sleep of a thousand years.
Wake grotesque and lustful intent.
I am under the control of all my fears.
Blood calling for the escape of life's indecent.
Loathed and ignored I lay to sleep,
Dark comatose state to hide my heart.
All experienced, all agonizing life weeps,
Dull and stagnant, I was cursed from the start.
Wake and sleep.
Bleed and weep
Stir and cry.
Live, Love, Die.
Closed eye, and coffin lay,
My heart is open, as I am closed in my grave.
Sleeping to avoid all demons that come my way.
Demonic ideals, my soul torture, tear and enslave.
Lack-loved and learned to hate,
I am turned reclusive for safety's sake.
There is nothing more my heart can relate,
Unless you are to be tainted in my hellish wake.
Wake and sleep.
Bleed and weep.
Stir and cry.
Live, Love, Die
Pugent odor of dying tongue
From decayed mouth, my words rot and fall.
The final bell has finally rung;
To hell I return upon my call.
Blood drained and hope depleted,
Lay love inside and leave.
My grave readily reads, in gothic style,
'Here lies he who passionately dreamed and was deceived.'
Wake and sleep.
Bleed and weep.
Stir and cry.
Live, Love, Die.
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: sleep poems, hate poems, hope poems, dark poems, heart poems, love poems, life poems, dream poems, fear poems
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Lonesome
Desires of isolation reside,
Not in the genetics of man
But are bred conditionals to abide
With a most disdainful omen.
One with which singularity
Reverses self polarity,
Empowering the inner demon
Who rapes tender pride.
As times gaze prolongs
And planetary stumble collects,
Doubt, pity and desolation throngs.
Combined destitution elects
Apathetic breath conversely,
Dejects attraction adversely
And bleeds solid state erect;
Here unsurpassable void belongs.
Loathsome, degrading seclusion
Is prescribed drug release
From the recluses awaiting resolution.
Universal sinceritys caprice
Cannot negate depraved heart
From earthward spiral start
When loving emotions cease
To eternal solus and disillusion.
Robert L. Bixler III
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