Oct 222008
 

Current mood: Unexpectant!

What’s Meant To Be
(A Poem-Prose written by Martin Eden on 21 & 22 October 2008)

It’s hard to understand what’s meant to be
That ache in the heart that wells into tear
The song that you hear

Stumbling out of the losses of what you knew well
Gathering the soul into the present once again
For what you feel is likely in vain

The sun warms your back as you play with the cat
So short is the moment that you cannot look back
For you know your essence is under attack
You’re comin’ undone

It’s hard to intercept what’s meant to be
The cornucopia of emotional dependencies
That guideth our way societally
In question only literally

? Martin Eden

Oct 162008
 

Current mood:? distractable

While The…
(A Poem-Prose written by Martin Eden on 16 October 2008)

Into the abyss I climb
For the wind of free to vote
That abolished slavery once
How’d it ever come to be

Costly gathering masses
Far easier souless pandering
But those who see are disenchanted
And those who don’t stay disinclined

Who would bother with endless haul
Accommodating everyone
A populist sale of the very self
To do what one did mean to do

And what was that so lost
In the hype and mayhem
Epitomed as a hateful chant
That leaves a bitter taste

Be the one, the saviour be
While the…

? Martin Eden

Oct 142008
 

Current mood:? anxious

CONSTANTZIA
(A Poem-Prose written by Martin Eden on 14 October 2008)

The world it streams the faith of the ages
Never quite lost but never quite found
The lined faces steeped in tradition
Happy and distressed, surviving
Youth climbing, fearless, smiling
In the face of it all

Yet the dust, the dryness, is onerous
The tears of young hopes not yet knowing
That all cannot come due to greed
Forever blowing, the winds of change
Nevertheless cause the ebb and flow
And life drifts on, etching sameness

? Martin Eden

Oct 102008
 


Current mood:? awake

A Dream
(A Poem-Prose written by Martin Eden on 10 October 2008)

To dream
But to dream
At last that rest
Friends gathered
At a warehouse apartment
Strewn about
Unexpected meetings
With distant acquaintances
too

Pairings
Reminiscences
As the party developed
Food for all
But we didn’t eat
We left instead
And cruised up and down
A restaurant street
Bemused

Inside a mall
The choices were many
The concierge unhelpful
We stole our chairs
And moved on
Into the night of meanderings
That one about love
That could have been

? Martin Eden