Poem for Owen
by Christopher Kellerman
f0leyisg0d@aol.com
You made me smile
When I was blue
Your funny quotes,
Your energetic "WOO!!!"
"Good Guy" or "Bad Guy",
You were still cool
Anyone that denied your greatness,
Was truly a fool
We know that you were different
From your Bad Guy acts
And we felt so many emotions
When JR gave the facts
We'll miss you Owen
You've given us so much
We'll remember you forever
For our heart, you've truly touched.
Rest In Peace
Owen Hart
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One day we will see you again
Under starry skies
One day we will love again
Love that never dies
Oh the road will be hard
Without you
But we will go on
forever changed
Happy to have known
Your shining star
That burned so bright
Yet way to short
God Bless You Owen- Amen
by Scott Baanrud
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we build up the stage, and we watch them, placing them on pedestals
they are our hopes and dreams come true.
strong, and full of a will power.
some say they are immortal.
we build up the stage, and we watch them, placing them on pedestals
they dance, sweat, and add smiles to our faces.
we live a live apart of their lives, through a picture, called the t.v.
we role play, and even try to fulfill what they have done.
But we sit...and watch them from our living room
we build up the stage, and we watch them, placing them on pedestals
they put forth effort, courage, and their entire physical being.
And we often forget that they too have weaknesses.
"THEY ARE THE BEST," so we say.
"Did you see that?" screams the kids form all around.
we build up the stage, and we watch them, placing them on pedestals
and once upon the stars, the brightest seem to fall.
our souls tear apart
and tears fill our eyes.
when their strengths fail
we build up the stage, and we watch them, placing them on pedestals
we see the indestructible crash, and the undefeatable...stumble.
we forget that they are made up of the same flesh and bone that we call
our own.
this cannot be, runs through our minds, and they are stripped of their
powers we have installed with them.
comprehension is eliminated as we wait for them to "kick-out"
we build up the stage, and we watch them, placing them on pedestals
no movement form the mat, no adrenaline from the empty body that has
lost the biggest match, no title can ever compare to
the match of life
the hardest of them all, the test with out forgive ness
and yet we label them to be the perfect, and they go-on
we build up the stage, and we watch them, placing them on pedestals
and we see the center of attention, the light is shinning at the floor
and we realize that the 3 count has long (since) time out.
"GET UP," the crowd trembles...
"C'mon you can do it," the little boy with the OWEN poster yells.
but the lights have dimmed and you hear the commotion
we build up the stage, and we watch them, placing them on pedestals
and tears form on faces, and the floor begins to fill with a fear
our hero has been conquered.
and we try to realize how we assumed too much.
we want, expect too much.
We build up the stage, and we watch them, placing them on pedestals.
Another name in the wall of fame, and a memoir on the ring posts
another year of the stars that shown in our skies
another dedication of life for our entertainment.
Another family lost their beloved.
...We build up the stage, and we watch them, placing them on pedestals.
5-24-99
"dedication to owen."
we will miss you.
