I had made mention of Jeff Hardy' poetry in the sbox to MJ and how terrible it was. Shit even I do better than this, but its pretty smusing in a "stick to your day job" kinda way.
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.
Empty Tank
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 dred 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.
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 stars
Does a normal person wonder?
About the life behind bars?
When they look out through the ocean
When they look out through the sea
Does a normal person act?
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?
and my own personal favourite...
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.
There are a few more and can be found here... http://www.geocities.com/words_of_an_angel/Jeffspoems.html
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.
Empty Tank
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 dred 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.
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 stars
Does a normal person wonder?
About the life behind bars?
When they look out through the ocean
When they look out through the sea
Does a normal person act?
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?
and my own personal favourite...
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.
There are a few more and can be found here... http://www.geocities.com/words_of_an_angel/Jeffspoems.html
