Mar 232009
 

Current mood:? good

SEEMINGLY
(Philosophy written by Martin Eden 23March2009)

Dez De Mona was a man who thought/felt the universe was a little unkind. He never knew his parents though he had spent much time with them.

They (his parents) expected much of him, though their egos stood in their way. They never seemed to claim his life though they craved his time.

The institutions he’d been passed on to came up wanting. The organizations and groups thereafter weren’t much better, though he participated with fervour. It seems that his nature looks in on the crowd.

Those people he knew have come and gone, and he now prefers the company of birds. Yet he still has faith beneath the surface.

And there he was now although he is here, minding the shop for those who would care as he filters through to life what he has time to reflect.

And the wars that have raged still live on in the haze which is reason enough. And the man in the street has walked back to the country where he was once enslaved.

So where do I go to and where do I start remain questions of distraction which knows its own origin. It’s time to know better and that it is so is enough for progress unfold.

Yet the dreams that he had he now distances from for fear of being happy, for as dreams manifest they run to excess in a world not given to peace.

So what may you say is the meaning of life but its answer in disguise. And on the threshold you stand with banner in hand wanting revenge for the time you’ve wasted.

Still he comes to the fore, Dez De Mona in store, for he knows that he’s not yet finished.

(… and the balloons fly over in their god-given way. And who is God anyway?)

*Strangely one needs to cross reference with MySpace/MartEden and MySpace/MEdenRealm Blogs in a penchant for Trinity.

? Martin Eden

Mar 232009
 

Current mood: Dry <|;^))

Pithy Sayingz-Quotez 007
(Practical Psychology written by Martin Eden 17-23 March 2009)

I
“I’ve done so much with so much more to go.”
(17March2009)

II
“Dreams are like the labyrinth of the inner soul.”
(17March2009)

III
“It’s enormous what you can’t do, so you better get doing it!”
(17March2009)

IV
“Luck derives from concept.”
(21March2009)

V
“There is that pleasure called home.”
(23March2009)

? Martin Eden

Mar 072009
 

Current mood:? awake

Naivete
(A Poem-Prose written by Martin Eden 07March2009)

There’s imbalance in the palace of fate
Where some come to sing and some to praise
While others wait

There’s a neophyte standing over there in the light
For obviuos to him he sees that it’s night
And never the drummer came to beat out the time

Though there’s space in the cave of neanderthal man
It remains now a choice for the solitude gained
Still he waits for the day

And so evil resurfaced from three months ago
When the time was right but for him it was wrong
And he took those pills to help him to sleep

And thereby the shyster who lies in unkindness
Missed by the calmness and missed by his karma
Arose from the company of money

And as the two were brought together by the third
It became evident that there’s no place to hide
From those that would do you harm

? Martin Eden

Mar 052009
 

Current mood: Awakening <|;^))

Mirrowed
(A Poem-Prose written by Martin Eden on 05March2009)

Mirrowed though they’ll never be
The twilight soon is coming
With slight of chance
Their lives lie close
In understanding

So what of ‘may’
In learning sown
Drawn close by inexperiences
Still closer by
Inner sharing

Intolerance fuelled the pain
In times of their unlearning
And near to heart the tears did fall
So’d passion grow to know
It’s calm

And thereupon
The silences spoke
A fondness so unknowing
And natures took their place in time
Unfurling

? Martin Eden

Mar 052009
 

Current mood: Awakening <|;^))

Random Jottingz 001
(Practical Psychology written by Martin Eden 05March2009)

i
In ever quaint embrace
He drives his car to be seen
He knows not where or when
Or even why

ii
The toxic slam
Of soiled hands
Agains the human tree

iii
He flew, he stayed
Sometimes played, sometimes prayed
But now he’s gone
To dream atoned

? Martin Eden

Mar 032009
 

Current mood: Dry <|;^))

Sockets In The Shapes
(A Poem-Prose written by Martin Eden on 03 March 2009)

To the higher power in my taste
May I not be subject to derision
May it never smell of fate
Yet be iced in case

There may never be a better time
Where subjects run around in crime
Making obvious their deeds in doing
While objects abound to raise the spirit

Whoever feels the common shame
Must know that they are reeling
In these times of attribution
Hide they must, pursued by evolution

And I might try humility
Freed from all protection
Trusting what is yet to come
Is a taste for wit and learning

And those who drive
May come to know the journey
Where all evolves a tender spiral
Yet know not when, in ever vigil

? Martin Eden