Biography of Keel Lincoln
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.
Keel Lincoln Poems
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,
Love Is Complex
Love is the most complicated of emotions, The most confusing of feelings, Running through all, affecting everyone’s commotion, The vastest of our dealings.
Shards Of The Cloud
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,
Pulse, pulse, beat, beat, Slight burn of the ears increases the heat, You walked in the room, And the rushing increased,
People sometimes get silly feelings, And make strange dealings, Of eccentric doings, That never they could do,
I try one cheek to the pillow, then try the other cheek, Nothing, I try my front, then I try my back, Nothing.
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,
Though I see I am, God damn, My life does fail, At many a turn,
The Obscene Hypocrite
You said that, You? Who? No? Nothing there is true to your character,
God Laughed At Me
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;
Few To Assume
There are few to assume, That I could be understood, Few to assume, I am the start of all things,
You stand, believing You’re doing fine and nothing seems wrong. Suddenly You notice a slightly odd aroma in the air. Nothing serious, so You simply ignore it. But then it gets stronger, and soon is an annoyance; so
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,
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.
I try one cheek to the pillow, then try the other cheek,
I try my front, then I try my back,
For the time being I have forgotten how to sleep,
Trapped in my head the fearless fright,
Of what’s been kept out of sight,
Waiting for the sunshine’s rays so bright,
In these dark hours of yet another sleepless night,