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| Overseen and Heard He said, "I'm sorry sir, it's just the law." The response was---- "Damn, I've been smoking in here all day!" Then he said, "Well, just goes somewhere else then I won't be able to see you (in a very nervous type of voice that explains why he said goes instead of go) ----The smoker then put out his cigarette and said, "Fuck it!" This security man was now somewhat shaken up because he did his job and then he felt bad when the peson smoking was so cruel. It was like he thought, somewhere, deep down, this smoker was a better person than him just because he is part of a million dollar organization. This man's feeling at this time was very similar to a lot of others in this world. It's simply the feeling of empyness that doesn't take but one sentence to accomplish. Fortunately, for this man, the feeling will pass, but for some, it just hangs around and holds on until death is it's final prescription. It's sad to believe that people can act so punkish and still believe that they are a good hand in this world. All the man had to say was, "I've been smoking in here all day, but if it's the law.........so be it." He could have basically been nicer is all I'm saying. And a lot of people could be nicer, but they are not. So maybe some people are born to be selfish jerks throughout life, especially successfull people. I don't know, I'm not in the position to do anything anyway, so I can just be myself and everyone else can stay the same. Reaching In Let's say your name was Reaching In... Let's say you were given this power. A power that made you super... A power that made you more than me... A power that nobody else could have... A power that only you could see... A vibe that only you could feel... A move that only you could perform... A card that only you could deal... A cold heart that only you could make warmer. Let's say your name was Reaching In... Let's say you were given this choice. A choice that made you think... A choice that made you fit out... A choice that made you scared... A choice that made you doubt... A bad that only you could make good... A crime that only you could steal... A scene that makes you wish you could... A hurt that only you could heal. Let's say you were given this power... Let's ask? Would you still be Reaching In? Sound Asleep Sitting on the porch...scared to ring the bell. I wait for you to see me...I sit scared as hell. Rocking in the chair...hoping the squeaks bring you near. I wait for you to hear me...I'm alone so filled ....with fear. Pacing on the hardwood...not knowing what to say. When you see me pacing...when you make your way. Laying on your welcome mat...not feeling very welcome. I guess you're in there sleeping...you're so peaceful ...when you sleep. Freezing on the outside...so cold but yet so sweet. Your body's on the inside...I'd kill to feel your heat. Dailing on my phone...the number of your phone. I can't mash send....so now I'm ...going home. Walking towards my car...I'm down about myself. Getting in my car...I want to kill myself. You make me feel complete...At the same time I'm me. I'm so always not complete...without you I'm ...never free. Free from depressive states...of mind, body, and soul. Free from sad days with me...free from sad ...days alone. Turning my ignition switch...bright lights start shining through My eyes are blinded momentarily.....Holy Shit......It's you! Sitting on the porch together...not worried about the bell. We're looking in each other's eyes... I'm no longer scared as hell. This night will be a memory... One that's sure to keep. I didn't want to wake you... I thought you were Sound asleep. The Amazing Telephone So many people are talking on phones across the world. So many don't even think about the amazing telephone. You are so far away...but I can hear you just fine. There is no face to face... But I can see you in my mind. Your voice is traveling beyond the word of speed. My voice is reacting at the perfect time you need. The phone is so amazing...I look at it and stare. I wonder how you hear me... I wonder why I care? So many people are talking from Europe to Japan. So many conversations between the U.S. and Iran. So many people are talking...while they're all alone. So many people are using... The amazing telephone. 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. |
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