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Leave Our Mark
(A Poem-Prose, perhaps a Song yet to be composed, written by Martin Eden 10January2008)

we are all desperate to leave our mark
we are all desperate to prolong our life
but what the sand doesn’t blow, erode, away
the sea will wash away

what say the problem lasts
we give them life after all
but what would we do if we had to live
… perhaps a creative surge

last time i looked into the treasure of my life
i found a gem to say ‘go live it’
but what if i make it … something of it
perhaps i need the question more

but what would we do if we had to live
… perhaps a creative surge

but what the sand doesn’t blow, erode, away
the sea will wash away

? Martin Eden
i’m mot sure i like it…

dey just cum outta me, i just scribe … den i find dey mean sumtin later on

Sensual Allurement
(A Poem-Prose written by Martin Eden 20January2008)

the phone rang, disturbing our sunday peace
(with the usual message of guilt)
it’s been a long time since that sensual allurement
of the hillside rehearsal studio overlooking the sea
set on an acre beyond the gateway that could have been

i climbed that path to the secret arched doorway
the stairs, by candlelight, to the second landing
a room with a chess floor stage
with panoramic windows looking out to the sea

the people at the gothic table, my friends, all dead
my advisory panel chosen by my spirit
the dusty book with the ancient clef
and the lute, both sit in the otherwise empty bookcase by the stage

further up the path there’s the place where i met my dead father
where he let go, permitted my progress beyond him
at the top there’s the place of wonder, of a view of rolling afforested mountains
and the call from the south east, of destiny

the journey back to the place of birth
the family torn by petty jealousies
i walked ten miles through ‘friends’ who saw me coming
to the place where ‘i’ had been waiting

it seems one finds one’s truth too late
while the dream of hillside, of forest, of water
resides only in that place called ether
to which i long to return

? Martin Eden