Jeremy L. Smith, Poet

Jeremy Smith is a freelance writer who specializes in Technically Oriented content, writing for such online Magazines as http://www.TechRepublic.com; however, he dabbles in Poetry from time to time-namely the Science Fiction genre, where he exercises his self appointed "Mind-Vomit" style of poetry. As a former Marine, he has also written some patriotic poetry/song and his love for America is unwavering. He lives in the Temecula Valley in Southern California, where he has an awfully exciting job as a "computer engineer" and better yet, is a husband and father of two. His pastimes, other than technology related things, include soccer, which Jeremy has played for over 20 years now, and reading, where Jeremy is known to blast through books at a remarkable pace. His favorite Science Fiction authors include David Eddings, Stephen Lawhead, and, of course, Tolkien & C.S. Lewis

Binary Theory (A Poem about the impact of Binary on Mankind)

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translation:

Meaning of Life

ON or OFF
Dark or Light
Evil or Good
Sweet or Sour
Life or Death
Male or Female
one or zero

Stop Sign at the Edge of the Universe

I was traveling normally when halted abruptly.
The stop sign said stop, so I braked slowly.
I peered up ahead, and what did I see?
Nothingness ahead, Nothingness you see.

Was this the end, or only the start?
It wasn't expected, it tweren't on the chart.
I had no idea, I had not a clue,
but hey what the heck, this wasn't new.

I thought to myself, that it seemed a bit odd;
"It don't make sense," I smartly guffawed.
I pondered and pondered, and thoughts filled my head,
it was a tad strange; that sign that was Red.

The questions were many, the answers were few,
who put it up…could it be You?
Now let's get real, it surely can't be,
I don't believe it, no not me.

So why was it here, why did I care?
Who put it up, and who put it there?
The question was valid, the meaning unknown
c'mon someone, throw me a bone.

Now after a pause and a nice little nap
I fired her up, my trusty spacecraft.
She sputtered and purred and trembled a bit.
A loud growling noise, she did emit.

About to go home, about to move on,
my mind was blank, nothing was wrong.
And slowly it came, yes slowly it did.
My heart skipped a beat, my brain was outdid.

Aha, it made sense! I now know the riddle;
This was the place, the place in the Middle.
It wasn't the end, no definitely not,
it twere just the start, the start of the Plot.

I dropped it in First, my trusty space ship.
My hands wrapped tightly, wheel in the grip.
Oh what was ahead, what was in store?
I knew yes I knew, there was definitely More.

My Questions were answered, the meanings revealed,
Truth is now known, my daftness repealed.
The sign that was Red, that octagon alert,
it's there just to stop, to stop the Inert

Synaptec

Thoughtless chatter abounds,
Thought-Bullets fly.
Mind rages introspectively,
brain merges, technology
separate but together.
Neurologically different
And the same.
Mind aches,
Mind yearns;
for the old days.
Brain fuses, technology,
no separation, none wanted.
Life Alters-
Explodes.
Synaptechnology.

Synaptec II

Spine-Tingling Sensation Strangely Translucent.
Manipulative Sensor Stealing Memory…
Brain Thought falters briefly,
neuron's electrical current consumes.
Automatically Rebooting-
Pause
Liquidity Lingers, slowly solidifying.
Plasma forms quickly,
hardening swiftly,
Silicon Brain
I think therefore…

Hexidecibal

Inane Pause…
Mind becomes quiet.
Triggered Synapse.
Thought takes shape.
Shape Takes Form.
Form becomes algorithmic.
Algorithm produces quantitative result.
Quantity begets Shuddering Multiplicity.
Gleaned white diamond.
Gem becomes legend…
Music is math

Time Synch

Soluble Universe shrouded in smoke;
questions abound, some are jokes.
Fallible mankind, with unknown truth.
Time answers calls on a Mars phone booth
Smelted planets form the hole that is black,
God gets irritated when Angels talk back.
Asteroid Falls down to the ground
killing the dinos and leveling the ground.
Squandered opportunity, missed chance.
Own the skies and even France
Discombobulated Organization
A Time Synched crazed Nation

Interstellar Restroom

Just a small break was all that I needed
A place to relieve, a place please I pleaded!

The trip had been long, if I wasn't wrong-
We thought it'd be short, but we had to prolong

My back teeth were swimming, my hair needing trimming
but that wasn't important, cuz my bladder was brimming

I entered the Way, its Milky they say
but, it couldn't be found, no not today

So traveled I did, all liquid forbid
past each planet, all bathrooms were hid

Up, up ahead, I saw what was wanted
yes, yes it was, the place that was hunted.

The restroom was new; and it looked green and blue.
So I entered the atmosphere and put on my shoes.

I opened the door, and jumped to the floor.
I ran straight away, straight to the shore.

Finally, Finally, I did recite;
finally, yes finally, relief was in sight.

When I was finished, my demeanor diminished.
The sites I did take in, my needs now nourished.

This place wasn't too bad, no not a bit, no not a tad-
For a restroom that is, for a restroom not bad.

I decided to leave, my mission achieved,
Earth was all right, but maybe a bit deceived.

Just a pit stop, just another hop,
Earth was place, where we all had to stop.

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