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,
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Love is the most complicated of emotions,
The most confusing of feelings,
Running through all, affecting everyone’s commotion,
The vastest of our dealings.
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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,
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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,
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Pulse, pulse, beat, beat,
Slight burn of the ears increases the heat,
You walked in the room,
And the rushing increased,
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