Poetry Of Tnava-le

Through life I go Dealing with its ups and downs Hoping for easier times Which never seem to want to come around I sometimes see others Whose lives are much tougher than my own Not only are they struggling worse than myself But amidst these frustrations, they're also alone Also through these present times There's noise that surrounds in so many ways Coming from humans, but also from nature Neither of which has off days Peace is so elusive it seems As I sometimes feel it's such a crowded land I can't give up in my pursuit of it, however Meanwhile, I try to cope and withstand Copyright©   2020 Elliott Dean Avant

How many of us, have that soul in our lives Who we wish will never disappear Who among us, have that person Who brings us joy, and not constant toxicity or sad tears A good heart is more than enough for some They take and embrace what they can get  Not wanting or fearing to demand more Perhaps they feel they aren't deserving of this just yet Many want the human who soothes our hearts and minds To never disappear, to always be able and around To have conversations and moments to treasure It's like those keys we've lost, that are hard to be found Copyright© 2021 Elliott Dean Avant

The rails have taken many to a different place A change of scenery is needed for a permanent escape The plane ride is an option, but the nature watcher refuses What pleasure is there, in staring at a sky absent of trees The clickety-clack of the steel wheels to track Is an eerily, soothing sound to the rail rider Going through different towns,  feels like a video tour to them A much farther journey, than the train excursion within city limits only They have fellow passengers as well Never is a ride like this a solo trip without strangers Conversations can likely happen, as the ride is long Perhaps a good way to fill the time, much to discuss within this land At some point this rail journey will end Another place that one will begin to unpack one's bags The reach of the final stop is somewhat bittersweet There's an ending and a beginning, happening simultaneously Copyright© 2019 Elliott Dean Avant

The pain is still inside of her   In spite of the glowing of her gorgeous smile Her personality can light up a room Though misery has remained in her for a while There's a past that she carries Unwilling to share with but a few Embarrassed, she's hesitant to mention them These times of physical and mental abuse Still blaming herself for these long ago moments Difficult pages that are hard to turn They're continuous fires it seems Even water can't extinguish these slow burns The few who know her pain will question Will she ever smile in the inside Hopefully her life will continue to go on And the pages that are her pain will turn into ashes in due time ©2018 Elliott Dean Avant

Soothing words are needed during these moments The hurt runs deeper than the outsider realizes Chastising isn't welcomed into the ears of the hurting A gentle voice, they'd gladly embrace Knowing what's going on, sometimes keeps the acid tongue closed So many are eager to give their opinion What they call tough love, isn't always agreed with  No one should be too stubborn to try a different way Some degrees of suffering, can't even be seen with the Hubble telescope We can't always probe the ones who are bawling on the inside Taking time to learn, if they're willing to teach Maybe they'll be receptive to words, if the tongue is like a feather ©2018 Elliott Dean Avant

I look into her eyes And I see the pain that still exists within Those moments of yesterday When she thought the suffering would never end She need not say a word Thought she realizes, I would listen well I never knew her during these periods When her life seemed to be a constant hell Many don't have to scream To show how much pain is still there Many don't have to talk To prove that their inner scars are still bare ©2018 Elliott Dean Avant

These streets that I walk Are treacherous with every other step No compass in my hand to guide me I allow the light of the sky to illuminate my path There's no straight and narrow to speak of Wishful thinking that's been a forever desire I have the mental bruises that show the impatience of wait I have the physical pain in my feet from the many travels I'd rather have the moon than a simple candle Any wind can blow out this fire light it wants to give me The moon has a mind of its own and never loses its power So large it is, the sky holds it, and no need for me to do so I thank this moon from time to time Whenever I have a journey in the outdoors Its light can likely sear the brain, if it were up close Therefore, I don't mind its distance, as long as it sees for me ©2018 Elliott Dean Avant