Here I am again...tired from not sleeping...Sad from not loving. I feel miserable again...here on this plane...Here on this earth. I've done it again...I stayed out all night. I feel it again...I dread this flight. Why? Because I'm sick...Sick of being owned... I write because I'm sick...Sick of being known. If I was normal...Would she like me the same? If I was just a stock boy...Would she still enjoy my name? I'd like to think she does and would...I believe in her and believe in me she should. I'm gonna lean my head against this window...Close my eyes and go to sleep. I'll wake up in the next town...With thoughts beyond deep. The days will go by as I will just act. As the days go by I can only look back...At the good times...the fun. At the bad times...the fun. I wonder if she misses me as much as I miss her...I wonder if she waits to see me...I wonder if she waits? I'd like to think she did and would...I believe in her and believe in me she should. My hear is so curious...My mind is so blank...Without you I'm lost... I am an empty tank.

A Lot In Common

You're beautiful...but strange...So am I. You're smart...but still slow...So am I. You're impatient...but fast...So am I. You're tired...but still last...So do I. You're hot...but still cold...So am I. You're established...but not old...So am I. You're waiting...but happy...So am I. You're leaving...but staying...So am I. You're amazing...but weird...So am I. You're yourself...but still feared...So am I. We both want to be...A forever seen star. I have to say...a lot in common is what we are.

Happy Life

When white fades to black, When light provides the view, What's wet will turn dry, When rain falls continue, I may not continue. My happy place is in you, I hope to continue, this Happy Life we live. What's yours will fade to mine, When love provides the income. What's mine will turn to yours.....All of it and the some. We may not continue...My happy place is in you. We will continue....This Happy Life we live!

Impossible Of Me

Being who I am......Is truly a gift of God! Being who we are together...... Is truly a gift of love! I hear that God loves us all I hear that love can capture anyone's heart...... But separating the good from the bad seems like an unwinnable game to me. We can't just expect to be alike. We can't just expect to get along. All we can expect is the unexpected. Things that will blow our minds! Things that will take our souls! Things that will make us happy...... Things that will make us sad......These things are nothing we know. Hell! They might not even exist! If God and love have a lot in common, and all these people take "belief" to the extreme, The impossible will be proven wrong. The word impossible will never function again!

Insideaway

Inside a bubble...that somebody blew...I am the wall that you see through. Away from space...I'm trapped inside...There is no room...no room to hide. Inside a star...that everybody sees...They see the sparkle but can't see me. Away from land...I'm trapped inside...I'm sorry I did it...sorry I lied. Inside a song...that nobody hears...It's only me...wet from tears. Away from grace...I'm trapped inside...I'm floating away to the other side. Inside a world...that you created...I've left this world...myself has faded. Away from love...I'm trapped inside...I'm held from holding...my body's died. Inside my soul...that you reach through...I am the ghost that stays with you. Away from them...I watch you sleep...I visit your dreams...in peace so deep. Inside a bubble...that somebody blew...I am your angel...That somebody is you. Hide away...Fly away...Insideaway.

Inspired By Feeling

Was he nervous or was he scared? Was she willing or was she dared? Or is it a feeling that we can't explain...... Maybe a feeling......exchanged for pain...... Is this the answer or is this the clue? Would she, asked the question......? Would she control you? If it's just a feeling that may soon pass...... It could become the feeling that seems to last. How could we be different if we didn't even know...... The facts of life upon us......the facts of life that grow. Could it be the feeling that we once remembered well--- Or could it be the feeling......"You know, exciting mail?" I can't believe I live here......each and every day. Wondering what's next......especially what to say. I think it's a feeling of love and jealously...... I feel it is the feeling that takes control of me--- So, were you nervous or was it a scare? Together we were willing--- And forever, I still care. Yes it is that feeling of joy, a happiness. That feeling we all wish for...... so please let me possess......and if you're really out there--- Then I will pray to feel--- Your love and be your witness...... Thank God! This feeling is real.

If They Remember

When they look out through the clouds When they look out through the sky Does a normal person look? Is it normal people that cry? When they look out through the night When they look out through the stars Does a normal person wonder? About life behind bars? When they look out through the ocean When they look out through the sea Does a normal person react? Like I would if it were me? When they think about Heaven When they think about Hell Does a normal person become scared? Is it normal to sell? These all deserve the question stamp These all create an unpredictable ramp--- There are so many other than me So many differences that we all see. But there are always opinions and there are always lies--- So it's day by day until the body dies. Who controls the soul, who leads the way? Has it paid off? Remembering to pray

Myself in my Life

I look at the clouds during the day and see other worlds. I soar through them much like I would a ghost. Through me, I feel my mother Expresses things she never got to. In me...my mother is still alive. She is with me in every match I wrestle, every day I live, every breath I breathe. I owe my mother my life...her soul has it.

Your Own Strange Eyes

Look into your own eyes... Check into yourself. Look into your own world... Look without the help Of people who try to change you... Of people who try to hurt you. The people that...try to make you. Something you're not... Something un-new. Look into your own past... Create the history Of things you've done and things you're gonna do... Of things you love and things you'll breakthrough. The things that fit... The descriptions of you Are the things you need To stand out in this zoo. Look into...your mirror of lies... Look deep into... Your own strange eyes.

The Fans

I wonder if they hated me? What was going through their mind? I wonder if they loved me? What was inspiring their sign? I wonder if they felt me? Like goosebumps through the skin? I wonder if they watched me? For that they can remember when? I wonder if they boo'ed me? Like a loser no one knew? I wonder if they cheered for me? Like a youngster that had grew? I wonder if they cared for me? Crashing down flat on my back...... I wonder if they followed me? Ever since the last attack...... I wonder if they were lying? When they said, "You suck!" I wonder if they were crying? When I was unable to duck...... I wonder if they will be my fans? Until I have to fold? I wonder if they will remember? JEFF HARDY! As he grows old.

Our Respect--- We Should Send to Her

She died today. I'm not sure why? She left us this way. I'm not sure again? I thought of nonsense yesterday...... I think of serious feelings right now. It's words like...... Died, Killed, Hurt, and Murdered...... That jump start our emotions for a single moment at a time...... At a time: meaning they don't last, one day at a time becomes the unsatisfied past. vShe died today. And yet we still laugh! She left us this way. And yet we still complain! Even though we didn't know her, Even though we didn't see her, We don't have to act as if we never talked to her. She was one of us, we are one of her, she should be remembered...... our respect we should send to her.

You

You comfort me better than any chair, bed, room, or house--- You amaze me more than any facts, stories, truths, or lies--- You enhance me more than any drug, drink, pill, or powder--- You predict me better than any parent, coach, counsellor, or teacher--- You season me better than any salt, pepper, winter, or summer--- You entertain me more than any movie, show, song, or competition--- You control me better than any school, job, jail, or prison--- You love me more than any person, God, business, or existence--- In my existence......Believe......I do In our existence......I live......for you.