Poetry Of Tnava-le

  So tempting to spill, that life she endures Wanting so badly to vent, maybe ranting can cure   Very few she MIGHT trust, too many big mouths Rarities among those who often shout   She looks among the people in every direction Who can she choose for their undivided attention   I won’t say a word, they’ll say with no smile Lying words if their silence can’t last awhile   Thinking about what she’s going through No time for anyone who leaks her bad news   She knows that even those who are close, can betray How quickly they can voice before the end of the day   She’s finally settled on the ear for her anxious voice Hoping that this time, she’s made the right choice

  Their day has ended, so it’s time to analyze What have they done, we think to ourselves The followers of the famous, is who they are But what about their life, is there progress to be seen   The famous ones are the established, followed by eyes and ears The public's success is non-existent, struggles at a high level Social media lemmings, no time set aside to get better The ones with the silver and gold, are the literal Pied Pipers   It’s the obsession, from the magazines to the television news Around the clock grabbing, what did they say or do THIS time Gossip seemingly necessary, while the priorities are ignored The entertainers get more famous with each pair of new eyes on them   At the end of the day, for the followers there’s sadly no regrets No thoughts given that this was wasted time They’re in the same position as 24 hours ago That’s income, and the other standings in their lives

  Rare is this moment that I get to experience Navigating the beautiful sand under my feet Perhaps a seashell or two I’ll notice during my sand walk I’ll pick it up, its size allowing me to hold it with one finger   The sand I’ll seem to think of as clean dirt, given the color that it is Other than it getting inside the clothes and shoes one wears Rarely is there a bad word about the dirt that aligns the blue water Its softness doesn’t ruin the feet, blanket or towel on top of it   I embrace these moments as much as I can As Mother Nature determines the when and how long I’ll hope to be back to have the experience once again And think that the beach will look forward to my visit once more

  What’s going on in the mind of the troubled people We share ample space with them in the outdoors They’re wayward mentally, though it’s not always obvious Very few of them will have an intentionally hidden state of mind   Some are born with these troublesome brains Not their fault that they entered earth in this fashion Drugs in their system, or an inheritance of some sort Nothing they could do, they never asked to be developed   For others, however, different stories apply to them A life over time caused this basket case that is now Frustrations in life, drugs or times of misery with people It was a slow build over a short or long period of time   Not enough help for the many who have these conditions Not my problem, the money isn’t there, exclaim the ones with power But they have to start somewhere, they have no choice As with the days, the basket cases are increasing in number