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Ty Hu Poem
click click, click click, tick-tock, tick-tock,
the clock seems to tick not as fast as one wants,
the air conditioner stops now they can hear you chew,
after the first week, you knew this wasn't the right job for you.
two years go by, collectively this repetition makes the time fly
but each day feels like two weeks in the mind,
a backwards reality, a 21st century tragedy, too much of this will make one mad you see, its just not natural - self destruction will take place gradually
in search of a new end goal, something nourishing to the soul, perhaps a little creative control, a bit more spiritual, and a little less ritual,
how about less them, and a little more you, knowing you have the ability to pursue anything you want to do, but for now you keep your head down just trying to see the day through and then forcefully recoup - praying the IT department doesn't notice you scrolling down poetry soup:)
Copyright © Ty Hu | Year Posted 2015
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Ty Hu Poem
My girl is cute, my girl is petite
my girl is uniquely a methodical smoker like me,
and also like me she's in touch with her spirituality,
and ever so increasingly she's always inspiring me
Inspiring me to be the true me,
she knows i'm the man, she's really feelin' T
see I always knew I would meet someone like you,
someone who really gets me and sticks to me like glue
I could never be sick of you, we're just on the same page,
we both give God praise and we both like to blaze,
so pay attention son to the words that you write,
the thoughts that you think-make sure you choose them right
Remember everything is a choice, ask your inner voice
watching for signals of discomfort, blocking out all outside noise,
and begin to rejoice as you glide through this life,
always grateful for this power and this ever-present might.
Copyright © Ty Hu | Year Posted 2014
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