The Tech Know Guy

Steve said,

We’re like salmon. We’re going upstream

But we don’t know why.

We’re not sure where we’ll end up

Or why we’re going this way and that way;

Sometimes we think we know but we don’t.

Steve said,

We’re only using four percent of our minds;

At most.

For all I know, I’m just a monkey

Banging on this keyboard,

Thinking more than I really am.

Steve said,

What’s great is that it doesn’t matter because

What we don’t know can’t hurt us.

Ignorance is bliss

And the gaps in my knowledge

Are what keep me swimming upstream

Chelsea Smallwood

6/22/11

Sweet Disposition

Situations situations

Painful physically, emotionally, mentally

Unstable, a thin cable

A balancing act

It’s all an act, a show

To show you what you’re doing to me

and I’m doing to you

To prove how I feel

How I don’t feel, that lack of

Something, anything, nothing, everything

All at once, all new stunts

A whole new dance

So unrehearsed, unprepared

For what comes next

Completely whimsical

Impulsive, compulsive

Naively jaded, slightly faded

Into reality, no punctuality

No apprehension, suspension

For questionable operations

But oh the sensations, what a feat

A whole new beat to a whole new song

Where we find nothing wrong

Even though this is all so obviously wrong

But we let it go on and on for so long

Such a beautiful melody

Such a sweet disposition

Sensory Deprivation

Used

Abused

Controlled

So bold

You hold me back, you push me away

And everything you say is only said

To confuse me, profusely.

Efficiently and effectively

You’re losing me here, dear.

Do you hear what I’m saying

Conveying, praying for you to understand?

I’m not that difficult to comprehend.

Bend the rules, just once more.

Ignore, ignore that little twinge

Of what’s right and what’s wrong.

Stay strong, hold on

Lie to me and pull my strings

These things that you do to me

There nothing but a memory

And your grip, its like sensory

Deprivation, what a sensation

The way you make me feel

This isn’t real, so perfectly unrealistic.

Sun in an Empty Room

It was all in my head,

it's still all in my head

It's progressing, you're luminesing

you're breaking my heart and I'm falling to pieces.

You're ceasing to care

Still, the smell of your hair catches my attention

as the wind blows by

that electric scent, that eccentric decent

and you're bending me backwards

even though you're half ways around the world

because all your secrets are being unfurled

I'm being hurled back to reality

all this sensuality is just in my mind

You're still trying to find my sanity

but your vanity is driving me insane

and all this rain that is falling from the sky

is drenching my sense of self worth

ridding me of all new birth

quenching my thirst and reminding me

of that first day we met and I

started setting out our future

but there was no future,

it was all in my mind and all this time

there was nothing to find

No sanity, no sensuality,

nothing but vanity and a door

and behind that door an empty room.

An empty room with a little bit of sun.