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10-07-2009
Jeff Hardy's Poems: Youmeus
Youmeus
By: Jeff Hardy
Dreamed you Seen you Met you Knew you Wanted you Touched you Done you Loved you Dreamed me Seen me Met me Knew me Wanted me Touched me Done me Loved me Dreamed us Seen us Met us Knew us Wanted us Touched us Done us Loved us
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, counselor, 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 existance--- In my existance..............Believe............I do In our existance.............I live...........for you
Look in to your own eyes... Check in to 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 description of you Are the things you need To stand out in this zoo Look in to...your mirror of lies... Look deep in to... Your own strange eyes.
Another world.......... Is where I want to go! Another life.......... Is what I want to show! Another face.......... Is what I want to feel! Another card.......... Is what I want to deal! Another person.......... Is who I want to be! Another lover.......... Is who I want to see! Another hand.......... Is what I want to hold! Another business.......... Is what I want to fold! Another sickness.......... Is what I want to end! Another straight line.......... Is what I want to bend! Another power.......... Is what I want to have! Another lucky number.......... Is what I want to grab! Another time.......... I don't know what I want?
What if you were that overweight person sitting in the corner, thinking everyone in the room has looked at you at least once and had something negative to say? What if you were one half of that elderly couple that was wanting so badly to be young again, but were still so cool? What if you were that patient laying in a hospital bed not knowing if you were going to live or die? What if you had a chance to save somebody else's life, but you wussed out because you were too worried about your own? Put yourself in other people's worlds, experience the look through other people's eyes, learn the territory, and make yourself at home. If you can truly understand and overcome this obstacle, then maybe one day we will all be equal, maybe one day we will all agree on decisions, maybe one day our worries won't be problems. What if again? Our journey begins.
I can't truly say that I feel the pain of the paralyzed. However, I can truly say that I would do anything to help heal a wounded heart. Not being able to move or control your body is one of the scariest things known to me. When I witness people trapped in these chairs created to travel, it takes my breath away and stops my heart. Just knowing that there is a power as strong as a person living with everyday stillness is an overwhelming inspiration to me. And should be to us all! What can be done to let them walk again? What I wouldn't give to see them rise and stand. Maybe one day an unnatural cure will come. Maybe one day the disadvantage will be conquered. The growing confusion between happy and sad, bad and good, continues to react back and forth in the minds of the committed victims. So if the partying isn't enough, if the drugs and alcohol aren't enough, shouldn't a paralyzed body set an example?
Today I woke up with a hurting heart, but it wasn't from medical problems. It was from a forgotten love of my past that painfully reentered my dreams. During these dreams, I felt as if I were reborn. I felt the feeling of love again without a worry in the world. It was she who made me happy, it was she who opened my heart and committed murder to all my pain. However, this murder wasn't total death. The pain came back and it came back to stay. Now it's infected and peroxide doesn't even foam..........so maybe I'm not normal? I'll probably never see her again in this life unless she continues to peacefully visit my dreams. If she does, maybe one day I can stay, stay with her in another world, stay with her in another time, stay with her by not waking up..........at least my heart will never hurt again
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.
NOM: Paul Michael Levesque SURNOM: The Game, The King of Kings, The Cerebral Assassin TAILLE: 1,93m POIDS: 116kg DATE DE NAISSANCE: 27/07/1969 VILLE NATALE: Nashua, New Hampshire, USA DEBUT DE CARRIERE: 1992
Il ne fait aucun doute qu'un de ces jours, Triple H sera intronisé au Hall of Fame de la WWE. En attendant, il continue de dominer la compétition, cumulant les possessions des titres comme d'autres cumulent les défaites. Avec son physique hallucinant, des pectoraux immenses et un look de barbare, c'est un catcheur incontournable sur le ring qui reste aussi très influent en coulisses. L'homme qui sera le plus de fois passé de Heel à Face à Heel n'a donc pas fini de nous surprendre...
About Me: Simply put, Jeff Hardy is an artist. His world revolves around writing emoetry, recording music (alternative, alternative music, according to his brother Matt), and employing tinfoil and paint to craft intimate, personal, and sometimes bizarre works of art. His house is decorated with toys, artificial plants and life-size Japanese fiberglass sculptures. One of his most cherished creationsa thirty-foot Aluminummy statue called Neroameee, from Nero, his middle namestands tall outside his studio.
Still, this artist has always been drawn to another, very different canvasthat of the squared circle. Growing up with Matt in the pinewoods of Cameron, North Carolina, 11-year-old Jeffinfluenced by the likes of Ric Flair, the Fabulous Freebirds, and the Rockerstook a ramp he built for his bike and painted it to resemble an entrance stage for his wrestling ring, the backyard trampoline. As he grew older, so did his desire to take greater risks, whether it was to feel the rush of executing hundred-foot-high triples on his motorcross bike, or jumping off the roof of his house as a member of the brothers Teenage Wrestling Federation. It was such fearlessness and desire that would bring the 16-year-old daredevil to World Wrestling Entertainment, and after several years catapult him to worldwide fame and main-event status, first as one-half of WWEs high-flying Team Extreme, The Hardys, then in singles competition.
Though many of his paintings are abstract, this free spirit is a Rembrandt inside the ring, signing his name not with the traditional paintbrush or pen, but with wildly unorthodox, high-impact maneuvers off top ropes and 20-foot ladders. His credo is simple: to create, then surpass his creation.
Unfortunately, most true artists must sink to their lowest point before attaining their greatest heights. For Jeff, the wear-and-tear of living life on the road would help prompt him to leave WWE in 2003. But after a three-year personal journey of refocusing his passion and energies, he now finds himself in a positive place and thats what motivates me. Since returning to WWE in August 2006, this reinspired risk-taker has gone back to creating the art he loves mostentertaining WWE fans in arenas around the world. And his most extreme masterpiece awaits.
Well guys and gals, since the news had broken already on the world wide web, I figured I should go ahead and address it truthfully-to guarantee everyone has the story straight. Yes, the rumors are true, I had major surgery a couple of days ago, July 2nd, 2009, to be exact. The triple threat match against MVP and Kofi in Green Bay was the straw that broke the camel's back. In a few days, I'm gonna post a tell-all blog on my WWE Universe page and fill everyone in on everything.
But here's a little taste of how tough and annoying the last 2 years of my life has been. For two years, I've been working with a slight abdominal tear, a genetic defect that I was actually born with. All of the WWE Superstars sacrifice ourselves every night in the ring for each of your guy's entertainment.. But don't get me wrong, we love it and we chose to do it. The abdominal tear hasn't been anything that has really over-affected me performance-wise until my appendectomy in 2007. From when I returned in April 2008, my abdominal tear became gradually worse. I was having a U.S. Title run that I was very proud of-and although something felt slightly strange within my abdomen, I worked hard. I became the ECW Heavyweight Champion, and was having one of the best runs of my career, and the abdominal injury really started bothering me. But being stubborn has always been one of my weaknesses.. I kept working, hoping everything would be fine and heal itself. I had the urge to have it examined and possibly fixed, but.. I had an issue with Jeff which would ultimately lead to us wrestling one another at THE show of all shows, Wrestlemania 25. So I sucked it up, dealt with the uncomfortableness, and got through it. Basically, in a nutshell, my intestines were slowly tearing through my abdomen-which affected my training greatly, my in-ring work, and my physical appearance. My intestines were slowly swelling because they were all outta wack and protruding through my abdominal wall. But I sucked it up and gave everything I had. Basically because I'm Matt Hardy, and that's what I do and how I live. I never wanna let anyone down-my fans, my friends, my family, and especially myself.
The night of June 22nd in Green Bay, when Kofi gave me a cross body from the top rope, my intestines basically exploded out of my abdominal wall. And not just in one spot, but in two spots. It was so excruciatingly painful it's almost hard to describe. It felt like someone took a hot knife and sliced it deeply into my lower abdomen. I did my best to try and get through the remainder of the match, but I knew I was hurt badly. I had to have it fixed, or face major health problems. Problems that could have possibly killed me. So I had do what was good for me, my career, my friends, and my loved ones. And that was get it corrected and fixed.
I want to sincerely thank the WWE and everyone who had a hand in blazing my path back to being a 100% healthy Matt Hardy. Everyone at the WWE has been great to me in helping and supporting me through this tough procedure. I also want to thank Dr. Pappas and Duke Medical Center for doing an awesome job of putting my abdomen back together again. I also want to thank my good friend Shannon Moore for taking me to the hospital and staying with me the whole while until I was able to come home. I promise you guys and gals, I'll see you soon and be better than ever! Until then..
Jeff Hardy was interviewed on Spain's Four Jeff Hardy comments on his WWE status.
Network to promote the WWE shows over there in September. He confirmed that he hasn't signed a contract extension and when asked if he would, he said: "I don't know... I am 31-years-old now, and I don't like making plans for the future. I can wrestle until I am 40, but I don't want to make plans, I don't like thinking about what could happen between now and the next five years."
On his health after a recent string of brutal matches, he said: "My shoulder is fine, but his finger still hurts. I am a lucky guy, I have good bones, it helps that the injuries are not serious."
He said his best friends in the locker room were Rey Mysterio and Chris Jericho, and said if he could wrestle anyone he wants at Wrestlemania it would be Shawn Michaels. "He [Michaels] has inspired me a lot throughout the years and has proven to be one of the best wrestlers there is; for his technique, style, things he does. I take my hat off to him. He is the one who inspires me."
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.
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..
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. Dialing on my phone...the number of your phone. I can't press send...so no I'm...going home. Walking to me car...I want to kill myself. You make me feel 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 to each others 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.
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?
When the time is yours... The time is gone. When it feels so right... It's on the way to wrong. When you love so much... Can you always be sure? That your love is a touch... That your love is a cure? When you feel as if you're hated... Will you make it through? This unpredictable life... These unappreciated dues. When you say what you feel... Will they look at you and laugh? When you know what you've learned... Will they stab you in the back? If you fall from where you're standing... Will they try to make the save? When you stand on what you're saying... Will they listen as the road you pave? When the time is yours... The future's waiting. The person you become... The people you're creating.
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 emptyness 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.
Jeff Hardy's Poems: Our Respects We Should Send To Her
Our Respects We Should Send To Her
By: Jeff Hardy
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. She 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.
It happened again... I said hello and I heard no hey. It's happened again... There's nothing to say. Maybe the old man thought I was Stupid, ignorant, mad, or insane. Maybe the old man didn't want Me on this plane. Who really knows? Who really cares? Who really studies? Who just stares? At freaks like me...at people like you. At old men like he...at sickness that grew. The old man might not have hated me... He might have just said... "I don't know about this boy... He looks messed in the head."
