Current mood: Mystic <|;^))
Native Becoming
(A Poem-Prose written by Martin Eden on 29 April 2010)
Suppressed by a native cunning
The inner being knows no bounds
And as a full moon glows
The inner bretheren gather strength
For each is more than one
© Martin Eden
Current mood: 
sad
Rousseau’s Silence
(A Poem-Prose written by Martin Eden on 24 April 2010)
Rousseau’s deathly silence has come to haunt me
As I struggle against (in)sanity to find my way
Even the perpetual sounds of nature momentarily disappear
And more, the background din of humanity too
There’s a deathly silence in my head
And I cannot hear my heart …
© Martin Eden
*”Absolute silence leads to sadness. It is the image of death.” ~ Jean-Jacques Rousseau, French political philosopher (1712-1778)
Current mood: Sentimental
Time Will Let You Know
(A Poem-Prose written by Martin Eden on 20 April 2010)
They come they go
The highs the lows
Not quite as you would want them
… But as you need them
And both high and low
Are hard to let go
For reasons you may not yet fathom
… But time will let you know
© Martin Eden
Current mood: <|;^)) Metaphysical
First Thought
(A Poem-Prose written by Martin Eden on 04 April 2010)
On a slow to casual contemplative walk
Through a field of vertical tightropes
Like primary documents
A litany of fears of past and within, and the need for control
Yet stepped off at any time
Two ancient spirit trees
Dead sculptures above ground yet firmly routed
The first, once, touched sent warmth to and from the ground, now cold
Alongside a crossing in mistrust
The second shelled out offering glimpses of light yet likewise firmly routed
In the midst, perhaps mist, a conduit to an ancient past
While a relative blood from afar comes a-calling so close as to know
Destiny, clarity …
And there in the distance a swan song, an island, in a lake, strewn with ashes
Serenity …
© Martin Eden
Current mood: <|;^)) Lucid
Let Go
(A Poem-Prose written by Martin Eden on 01 April 2010)
The body armour thickens
Against the invasion of life
The pain of diversion no longer works
It’s time
© Martin Eden
Current mood: <|;^)) Lucid
Island Universe
(A Poem-Prose written by Martin Eden on 01 April 2010)
A word of perception
A touch of emotion
And the one rises out of the depths of isolation
To the greater one, the whole within oneself
© Martin Eden
Current mood:<|;^)) Lucid
Twisted Fate
(A Poem-Prose written by Martin Eden on 22 March 2010)
These things have to pas
Continually
Grating at the wall of time
Unnecessary and necessary
Folly and flux
And at every turn
A desire
A mix of spontaneity and ideal
Made relative
By an individual’s space in continuum
The life you were born to lead
A singular thread
Sewn into the fabric of lif
Quite a twisted fate
© Martin Eden
Current mood: 
depressed
The Freedom To Be Me
(A Poem-Prose written by Martin Eden on 12 & 14 February 2010)
I cried to know
The suppression of spirit
From those closer and made close
It was tiredness I know
That brought it to the fore
Yet it is always there
I may come to know that love someday
That nurtures me through to being me
… And it’ll be me, a cornerstone
© Martin Eden
Current mood: 1<3 ME <|;^))
Undulation
(A Poem-Prose written by Martin Eden on 2 February 2010)
* The knowledge of something, anything.
You can walk in the steps of the devastated and emerge on their behalf
You can need the people who will let you down for a little while
You can bide your time before a fond farewell
And talk to the birds and treat all that is around you well
But there is that pain you must know which is passing
To recognize it as your path etched in time
The place you hold in others often to do with your dreams
And the times you feel every beat of your heart and every breath you take
It’s forever the dawn which you know well
The inner drive which comes to fruition
And in it all the seed re-seeds and learns a little more
And knows of warmth in among the journey
It is then the soul must rest to know its whole
And in the relentless march of that same whole
There is turmoil and strife and positivism
And the distraction of faith and hope and sometime charity
For they are after all often the tools of exploiters
But in the end one must walk alone
Hopefully in one’s path of enlightenment
Toward the steady knowledge of extremes
Among the vastness of reconciliation where often a chill wind blows
© Martin Eden
Current mood: Aware <|;^))
Journey Through The Nows
(A Poem-Prose written by Martin Eden on 27 January 2010)
I knew naught of the life I led
As I stumbled through it
The hearts and minds
Of pain and learning
It’s perfection I sought
Or at least I thought
But in effect it was solace
And acceptance
What I got was to serve the purpose
Of the shifting sands of emotional oblivion
And within a cloud of alcohol, nicotine and sometime marijuana
I came to see my dream
The one I had in comfort once
Where no-one accepted it
Yet like a recovery-Lawson* I did
And freedom somehow grew
Still the memories flood the empty spaces
Assembling the life one led
And a pang of misunderstood regret
Dis-colours the purpose of the journey through the nows
© Martin Eden
* Henry Lawson was a famed Australian Poet and Alcoholic.