Keel Lincoln

Keel Lincoln Poems

The hands move around the circle of the clock,
They know of no other way in which to do so,
Coming to the end of their journey, they’ve reached the top,
And once again, their same travels begin through,
...

Love is the most complicated of emotions,
The most confusing of feelings,
Running through all, affecting everyone’s commotion,
The vastest of our dealings.
...

The rumbling boom, vibrates all that is near the ribs,
The power of a storm, embarking over the land,
Drifting overhead eyes spot it coming, a cloud,
Dark, gloomy mists of crashing waves rise as a tide over the sky,
...

The silence hurts my ears,
Never a word spoken,
Over something like this broken,
Forever from fears fortified,
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Maybe; I’m waiting,
Maybe; I want to know that you care,
Because, here I am, and you're not here,
I would love to go speak with you,
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I hardly know you, you are there, but just a glimpse,
Yet I can’t help but wonder at times, what if it weren’t,
Rather together we weren’t a weren’t, but a were, or we’re,
What if more could come from where we are,
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I have ten fingers, two eyes, and ten toes,
one mouth, two ears and a nose,
two legs and arms, and shoulders too,
I breathe with lungs and think with a brain,
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I try one cheek to the pillow, then try the other cheek,
Nothing,
I try my front, then I try my back,
Nothing.
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People sometimes get silly feelings,
And make strange dealings,
Of eccentric doings,
That never they could do,
...

10.

Pulse, pulse, beat, beat,
Slight burn of the ears increases the heat,
You walked in the room,
And the rushing increased,
...

I listened to songs and rhymes searching for that feeling,
I liked it so much I tried to find it again,
But it was gone ~ it reached its end.
It wouldn’t reveal itself,
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My foot it is bare,
That's the way it should be,
Shoes remove the experience and care,
Of how God intended grasses glee,
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The gentleman was all prepared for the work,
Standing surrounded in the kitchen, oh so pink,
Right before things were about to get berserk,
Man of the house, finally going to fix that damn kitchen sink,
...

At a battle of rock, paper, and scissors,
I lost my right to be my own,
So now whether happy or in abhors,
I’ve become a confused drone.
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Through the door, out into the rain,
Ready to act utterly insane,
From puddle to puddle, in this grand gratificationing,
Splashing on all, and all on splashing,
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There are few to assume,
That I could be understood,
Few to assume,
I am the start of all things,
...

I looked at the world, and I looked at my life ahead,
I saw what there was, and what there would later be instead,
I saw my future as I felt it should be,
I’ll tell you, what it was I did think I would see;
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18.

Though I see I am,
God damn,
My life does fail,
At many a turn,
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A beat of the heart, blood rushing tingles the arms,
I get the feeling, but I only get it when I discover it can’t be,
When there is potential, I don’t care to take it or think it,
When it’s hopeless, I desire it stronger and long to submit,
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Keel Lincoln Biography

Ask a penguin about me, he'll tell you all you need to know. I saw him yesterday, before the doctors gave me this medication for my Schizophrenia and now I can't find him anywhere...Sadness. Maybe he'll be back tomorrow, then again, Godot might be too.)

The Best Poem Of Keel Lincoln

History Repeats Itself

The hands move around the circle of the clock,
They know of no other way in which to do so,
Coming to the end of their journey, they’ve reached the top,
And once again, their same travels begin through,
History, as they say, repeats itself,
Time and time again,
As with every turning of those hands,
Repetitively it repeats the turn,
I’m beginning to believe it is true,
My life tends to show it when it can,
Life bunting me into the random,
Of strangers to which I oddly linger,
Trapped into my memory as a memorandum,
Of when I was torn from my rapture,
As my heart shattered from a horror,
Waiting for the wound to pass,
It finally does after long last,
Now, yet another came into my life,
When you entered into the room,
I longed to speak, but the air from my lungs had been thrust out,
From the collapsing of my lungs of the excitement that seeing you brought,
What little air could be pushed forth for words,
Would stumble and waver as they went,
Lost feelings peeking from behind my scarred heart,
Not wanting to risk this thing to once again start,
As history repeats itself,
And this would also end in such a way as the others,
I would see this clock broken,
So the hands are forsaken,
And history won’t repeat itself,
If the hands cannot pass from the top,
This pattern must right now stop,
So though you seem interesting,
You are quite appealing,
I can’t let myself be intrigued by you,
For this clock will turn the same way as it always has,
So before I’m actually really longing,
To be out with you and frolicking,
I do my best to stop these feelings,
From revealing,
Attempted to sealing,
So there not even being,
And cause the repeating,
Of pain in my soul,
Then I may somewhat still remain whole.

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