Robert L. Bixler III

Rookie (February 14,1985 / Tulsa, Oklahoma)

Robert L. Bixler III Poems

41. Thy Loving Sacrifice 3/2/2005
42. Frigid Zero 12/15/2006
43. Lonesome 12/31/2006
44. The Rave 2/18/2008
45. Surely She Knows 3/6/2008
46. Seduction's Dance 8/3/2008
47. Stary-Eyed Lover (Work In Progress) 9/1/2008
48. Seven Pounds 2/5/2009
49. Thousand 3/2/2005
50. Heart's Stocker 3/8/2005
51. Scarlet Dream 3/8/2005
52. Age Of Jester 2/5/2009
53. The Redeemer 2/5/2009
54. Venus 3/13/2006
55. Relapsing 4/29/2006
56. Almond Joy 2/5/2009
57. Sleepless Liar 11/13/2007
58. Creature Of The Night 11/7/2004
59. Love's Fire 1/31/2005
60. Language Barriers 3/8/2005
61. Playing With Fire 1/11/2010
62. Honor 11/7/2004
63. As Thee Will'Eth 3/8/2005
64. When Death Becomes Your Only Muse 1/31/2005
65. Social Circle 11/7/2004
66. Devil Pup 3/28/2006
67. True Love's Light 11/30/2004
68. The Toy 3/8/2005
69. Love 3/8/2005
70. Passionate Flower 3/2/2005

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When Death Becomes Your Only Muse

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.
Cold, heartless and cynical
You feel yourself becoming evermore
A calculated emotional cannibal.
Days of romance become forever lore.
Your gaze turns from full of life,
As the sun’s rising breath
Brings end to chilly night strife,
And turns toward morbid death.
How does one write of love's abuse
When death becomes your only muse?

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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.

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