Eloquent Rage

Of all the Things in this World
I hate this Serenity
This Solitude
This Chaotic Peace
So Imaginary, Illusionary
Discriminatory.

Success relies so much on Love
And Love on Success.
It's Time to fight this Maddening Peace
And Quake these Walls with Righteous Fury.

No longer will Fear of this World Confine me,
But Fear itself will Drive me.
The Mundane will Shatter, the Normal Crumble
The Regular Fall, the Routine Stumble
As it's Crushed beneath my Feet.

A Fleeting Permanencey,
Evanescent Emotion
Haunts my Nightmares
And Every Waking Footsetp.

A Stormy Calm, a Mild Execution
Bloody Hands, used in Illusion.
Graceful Satisfaction; Tempermental Rage
In Lies written out on a Graceful Writer's Page.

Deranged Hallucinations
Of False, Pretentious Power
Blinding, Willful Ignorance
Binds the Soul, Never Setting Free.

In a World of Corruption,
A World of Serenity
Is Illusion.
An Elaborate Lie.
I see through the Hoax,
All the Pretending.
The Misguided doing the Misleading.

Tear away the Essence of Life,
Bleeing Ignorance upon the Floor.
Surreal and Vengeful
A Vendetta for Evermore.


-Copyright Dave Eden, 2007

Mysterious Dream

I'm going to share with you a dream I had a few years ago. And its always stuck with me.

All my dreams are in a sort of Realism mode to where I cannot tell the difference between dream and reality.

This was one of them.





I was in a house, for what reason I don't know. It was abandoned, although very recently. Everything was still brand new. I got the impression that I was there with a team for investigation of some sort. There was death involved here, two small children included. I do not know if the whole of the family of 4 was killed, but the young, 3 year-old-ish daughter, and the 8 year old son were dead.

I remember walking into a room that was obviously the boy's room. Pictures of him and his family everywhere. It was elegant, it was a well-off family. I then went and looked into the daughters room, which of course, was a bit more childlike, but still had the same sort of elegance to it. Sure, a 3 year old lived in here, but an adult could have just as easily. Each room brought to me certain emotions, mostly of sorrow.

All the while, a young, beautiful woman followed with me. I can only assume she was part of the team as well. She was close to my own height. Blonde, green eyed, but had a sense of beauty that was unlike anything you could see. She was confident, reassuring, empathetic, loving. There was a kindness, a tenderness about her that surpassed all I have ever known in anyone.

We moved together into the master bedroom where space and elagance was at it's finest in the home. Upon walking in, I remember taking only a few steps, looking around, and then a sudden tidal wave, an avalanche of emotion radiated from around me, and washed over me.

It hit so hard, that I collapsed onto my hands and knees, weeping like I never had before.

"There was so much love in this room!" I remember saying.

It wasn't the love in that room that brought me to my knees, but the void of it.

I could feel love between parents and children. Between husband and wife. This was where the whole family spent their best of times together.

Probably where the father played and wrestled lovingly with his son.

Where the mother calmed her daughter after a nightmare and cuddled her fears away.

Where the Husband and wife shared their deepest moments of love and intimacy with eachother.

But now it was all gone.

The void of what used to be brought me to my knees in agony. I could feel those emotions. I could sense them as if I had actualy been the father.

But I wasn't.

I still don't know why I was there. After all, it was a dream.

The woman who followed me from room to room knelt beside me the moment I collapsed. Placing her hand upon my back, she becan to rub it in that reassuring, calming, empathetic way that seemed to be so unique to her.

I looked up hat her from behind tear-filled eyes, and saw that she, too was crying heavily. But though her tears an attempt at a reassuring smile was made. The smile never told me "It's gonna be OK." or: "I understand."

It was just saying: "I'm here."

I had never felt such love before.

At least, not that I can remember.

I woke up afterwards, with my pillow soaked in tears, my face damp, and my body and emotions so exhausted that it felt as if there was no sleep obtained.