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Current mood:? accomplished

Benefactor Foredone
(A Poem-Prose written by Martin Eden on 13 February 2009)

Who’s that whacko on the horizon
He’s the Benefactor Foredone
Try and lace it as you may

To an uncertain world he comes
And makes money to the beat of his drum
But did you ever notice the skint man in the balance pool

Well here he is again, the said whacko
He’s avoiding all his taxes
Try and lace it as you may

Then in fear he needs protection
For property does that to a man
And so he became the Benefactor Foredone

? Martin Eden

Current mood:? luminous

Is It If It Is
(A Poem-Prose written by Martin Eden on 29 January 2009)

There is that fellow self
That ran right by me
The other day
While this self stood still
Taking in the sights around me
Along the way

‘Whats the hurry?!’ this self cried out
And got no reply, wondering why

Strangely I did not feel torn
Instead I understood the tension
That both is and could be

No wonder I live on the edge of choice
Not knowing, yet knowing

It’s not the way of fate
Nor a sacrifice in the making
But a drift around meaning

So what of that oft fellow?
Let him run while I stay
And his experience I will contemplate
Write of, and learn from
And feed to nature all around me
Till I return into it

? Martin Eden

Current mood:Apocalyptic!!

You Are Apocalypse
(A Poem-Prose written by Martin Eden on 09 January 2009)

The pieces of a broken pen
You are apocalypse
The stunted growth of pastures green
You’re a wanderer by nature
The most Polish of all her children
You are your mother’s son
And while your father tried to live your life vicariously
You managed to hold sway

Born of God’s playground
You know of nationalism, religion, greed and pain
One or more of the first three you place at the root of every war
The fourth then akin to Chopin’s [no pain like life]
Anxiety and its friend verbosity rule the day
A messiah in the making
Where all ask, ‘Who do you think you are?’
… Ah but just a kindly soul

The bag of ‘stuff’ that you carry
Your presenting problem
You could drop at any time
In the name of emotional intelligence
And those who look to you for guidance and for strength
Could find their own empowering way
Though it’s a navel gaze in danger of an ego
And you the brunt of it

And as Ms Bradley said [a Bard you must first be]
For music helps you get to where you can live to be
Nobody-but-yourself
At the eye of each and every storm

? Martin Eden

Current mood:Emotional <3

My Godmother
(A Poem-Prose written by Martin Eden on 03 January 2009)

I see her sit
The minimal self
Breathing
Reminiscing her usual life
Not quite knowing
Anything or anyone
Then a lucid moment
Where she passes on
What she knows

Her being is love
Was love
And still is
Despite the failing mind
A mind which served
A very long life
Of fierce independence
And now the end times
Flashes and sleep
Until the endless sleep
Her god not willing to take her
Despite her askings
There’s still more to be done
Wherein I felt called to find her
Then to come to her side

For a long time now
I’ve called her my real
Mother
The font of love
Which taught me love
And now I’m here
By her side
To give and not to take
To learn my old lessons
Of patience
Of silence
Of perseverance

And now she must sleep
A temporary sleep for now

? Martin Eden

Current mood:Deep in the Self

Simplicity
(A Poem-Prose written by Martin Eden on 31 October 2008)

What do you see with alacrity
When the storm is deepest
And you tend to resign, spent
Is it the tempest Miranda brings
Your conscience fears
Or the Lady Shalott in her final hours

Perhaps it’s just your darkest side
Which suddenly feels at home
Where you relax and see into
mind’s eye without expression
A calm within unchanging
No thought, no fear, no inclination

Need you know or just realize
The protection of that very turmoil
A cacophony of endless sounds
In the outer of your outer circle
Where within, right at the centre
Self realizes it’s life source

? Martin Eden