Keep You Privy ©

Keep you privy,

Until the time is right.

Keep you up-swinging,

Until the time is nice.

Keep you in my head space,

Since it’s safer there

Than the places you fair.

Keep your masters at bay,

They’ve relinquished their stay.

Keep your mind in my hands,

it’s a delinquent gone bad.

Keep your heart in that cave,

I don’t want the blood to stain.

So I’ll…

Keep you in my head space

Cause it’s safer there than

The places you fair.

by Chelsea Eiben

The Chosen Ones ©

Only the chosen ones

Get to have true love

I pricked my finger

While sowing in the window sill

I thought I loved you still

But you’re a prick that lingers

Like the pain in my finger

And only the chosen ones

Get to have true love

Basking in the sun

Watching loneliness

Subside and cars drive by

The motors of my heart

Have only begun to start.

by Chelsea Eiben

Elbows In Hand ©

In this morning grey fog

I’m moving along

Like I’m driving my legs

And my Head’s electric pulses

Steer my Direction

All is behind me

But I’m no linear

Time-believer

All is Ahead of me

But I’m no

Linear time-believer

Coming down from a long day

What is basically

A sun chase

And I’m swimming

In my mind

Elbows in hand
All is fine
Just fine.

by Chelsea Eiben

Technocracy ©

Dear children of the present
Wearing your helmets
I have to warn you fast
Your future is en-wrapped
In brave new world tech trash

You won’t need your moralities
The system will dictate your
Sound-bitten psychologies

Dear folk of the present
The truth is prevalent
Right now habits are set
On auto-pilot
Predictive Programming
Movies, TV, what we see
Transpired in reality
Do we see what we think we see?!

Dear technocrats of tomorrow
You may have become hollow
Shallow bone marrow, tip-toe
So no-one notices you follow
The sequence of sorrow
Perhaps some day
You’ll harbour a soul
Of goodness
That is non-techno.

No IBM of 1947
Or apples non-edible
Can conclude the reason
That smartness is non-living
That smartness is non-living.

by Chelsea Eiben

4 Seasons ©

Winters speak of calming

Not much, but a soft touch

And I’m halting to your love

Summers speak of loving

Hot love is a short run

And I’m halting to your love

Springtime speaks

Of you and me

Got sprung on your

Sweet tongue

And I’m halting

To your love

And I’m halting

To your love

And I’m halting to your love

Falls speak of you

And leaves

Leaving without notice

And I’m still halting

Still halting

To your fucking love

Sweet love

Sweet lost love

And I’m halting to your love

And I'm halting to your love

And I'm halting to your love

Your fucking love.

by Chelsea Eiben