Tristian Ford

Thoughts
are like little droplets of water.
A single drop
doesn't make a huge difference,
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Strong on its own
Strong when it's gone
Strong if it stays
Strong when this is how it outplays
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A Ballad of a Star Seed is wakeful
Being away from its home is a tragedy
It's faced many defeats in this life
Seldom is it sweet
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Alone
Not lonely alone, wanting someone to join Alone.

Alone
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I've read about a thousand stories
about
Tragedy and Triumph
But never thought of how soon I'd become one.
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You don't have to wait for death to
Rest in peace.

Peace is such a wonderful state of mind to be in.
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To my Shangri-La straightaway through this
trail

A place my mother once showed me.
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The words one feels the need to write
are drowned out
by what he thinks he must learn
Still, he doesn't hold his breath
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The world, more than anything else, suffers from a lack of love.

The social conditions that scourge our neighborhoods and towns:
Homelessness, poverty, along with all other types of crimes amid violence as we all live
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Back in the days when I was young,
I wanted to be grown.
Once I got grown,
I wanted back to those days when I was a kid.
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The power of fire can burn.
The power of the mind can learn.
The power of a gun can kill.
The power of prayer can heal.
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The morning is so luminous that
I close my eyes
and
I cover my face.
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The Whispers of Nature
Once again Amid anguish, grief, and suspense,
I've lost my way in the world,
however
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Entangled Roots #6
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The emotions I've known
Are no longer so strong.
Giving the goal of being a writer my all,
Deeming nothing is Sacred no more,
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Dear Mama,

The first time someone loved me,
He gave you and me a life,
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Everything in the world constantly changes.
People came into existence just to go to so many places.
Like old trees dying each winter to return with New leaves each spring,
A buzzing bumble bee can be marvelous
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Time is a destroyer
Through the process of time, we age and we die
Time is a despoiler
But to the Soul,
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As he spirals for words
As he doesn't know how
As he spirals upwards
As he does now
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As the mysterious becomes ordinary, the ordinary becomes mysterious.
I walk away from the world, Away from the people who say
I've become distant, pompous yet still effete, and even imperious.
Not tyrannical with control, or power over them, just,
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