Robert L. Bixler III

Flaming petal of lust,
Sweet smell of romance,
This passionate flower of trust
Radiates more with each glance.
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You played him with pleasure multiples times over;
Turn the key and have him play the symbols for you,
But this monkey has reached his final smile
And is breaking his symbols to run out on you.
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A thousand grains of sand
In time I’ll understand
The way I also sacrifice
Myself to be so nice
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Solitarily hung, single beat,
This heart glows lonely in the dark.
Longing for sound of repeat,
This lively recluse does lark.
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What power has a word
Rather spoken or written?
In any other cause forward
Of Honor, it is merely intermittent.
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In plain gaze, sight to see,
The social circle has been drawn.
Aperture, where everyone wants to be,
Is the place for a simple pawn.
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When death becomes your only muse
How does one continue to write?
Year by year, you begin to lose
The love of life and quest for right.
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(This is dedicated to LCpl Casper, USMC.... Keep your head down! !)

Devil Pup o' Devil Pup
Show me the military way.
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For the love of thy night creature,
Call’eth, with thy heart, dark romance’s very teacher.
As thee will’eth on thy heavenly plain,
So shall it be in thy hellish refrain.
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“Be careful when you play with fire” they say,
But if you never open yourself enough to burn;
Then you will never feel that encompassing day.
If you never get singed, you can never learn
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Such a boundary is spoken language,
Seemingly unbreakable and burdensome.
I watch you as you speak,
Such a foreign language to me.
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As the cold seeps slowly in
And the warmth once there fades,
How does one continue on?
To move members frozen solid,
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Three times the sun awoke in the east,
Only to lazily sink to its bed in the west,
Before I was free of commanded action;
Required to lay hot rocks down the range.
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Three women fight over my heart,
Holding me bound to their desire.
The quarrel stagnates without start
As the sirens enlighten the liar.
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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.
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Quietly she reads
As my heart loudly pounds
Straight posture, her presence cedes
An eloquence that is beyond my slouching bounds.
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Shapeless, shifting fog rolls in.
Aimless, nervous eyes project.
Amorphous solid substance-elect
Becomes all I have been.
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In He walks, perfectly smart,
The one that every man should be.
One glance, He steals many a’ heart.
His finesse does every eye see.
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Inanimate stare upon light’s fading touch,
Has replaced ignorance with heavy wisdom.
The cold, harsh emptiness in which I clutch
Is but an outer representation of inner schism.
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Delight in the sight of the perfect fight
End the trend only to find a friend.
Handle any scandal with a burning candle
Quite the night that she showed you the light.
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