Current mood: 
busy
Myth
(Philosophy written by Martin Eden on 15Apr2009)
“Beware the myth for it shall inherit the earth.”
© Martin Eden
Apr 152009
Martin Eden
Apr 152009
Current mood: busy
The Green Path (aka The Ten Commandents)
(Practical Psychology written by Martin Eden on 15Apr2009)
The green path
The gate
The hill
The place
The view
The meadow
The sea
The sunset
The night
The new dawn
© Martin Eden
Apr 142009
Current mood: 
pleased
Distant Madonna
(A Poem-Prose written by Martin Eden on 12Apr2009)
There’s a real life madonna in the distant night
Etching out a life that she used to have
With a child in hand and a different man
She knows a kind of peace in her dynamism
With a dance and a pose geometrically cut into confined spaces
Where drapes and paint fashion a home
And there’s a zest for travel and the outdoor space
For all life has to offer despite the frowns
And a membership for recognition and hope
The child strikes a pose for the record with battered face
Not through violence but the expectation of a better place
And the hope that the man will stay on beyond the chase
There’s all in a life that happens here
The onslaught beyond time and fear
And a daytime for reality to fund it all
© Martin Eden
Apr 082009
Current mood: 
aroused
Cavalcade
(A Poem-Prose written by Martin Eden on 08April2009)
There is that Easter cavalcade
Of mourners emulating mourners
Troughing out for peak’s sake
A man was killed for challenging the system
And this a cause for celebrartion
For chocolate manufactureres
The modern would be martyr
Replete with cholesterol problem
Ends crucified to an operating table
Whereas in another place
They strap on bombs
And walk into crowded places
Fanaticism was as fanaticism is
Senseless waste of human life
Supposedly in the name of betterment
But the contest for power over others
Which it is, morphs into a moral code
To die rather than to live for, literally
And so we put it on a pedestal
Distorting it into a festival
Where what it is, is not
© Martin Eden
Apr 022009
Current mood: refreshed
Touch
(A Poem-Prose written by Martin Eden on 01April2009)
The heart falls into that silent place
A time of vulnerability
Stranger than day or night
It’s recognition and peace it wants
Those most craved emotions
But for the give and take
An anger dreams of better days
In its calmer solitude
Where universe enters and touches
And though the comfort feels unreal
It’s there to bring you round
Waiting for your decision
© Martin Eden
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