Irreverent Existence
By: Jason Byrd
06/10/08
Walk with less irreverence
Talk with less distain
If you knew you had me
You’d hurt me once again
If you’ve read my memoir
If you’ve heard the cries
Then why the soothing Poison
That’s hollowed out my eyes
Words are loud when written
They sneak between the ears
When rearranged correctly
They amplify our fears
Try to paint my picture
The colors swirl about
You painted yourself in here
So bleed your own way out
Meter with no rhythm
A poem without a rhyme
A beat that’s always thumping
While never keeping time
Mounds of wilted flowers
A rose without a thorn
My head was hanging proudly
That day when I was born
By: Jason Byrd
06/10/08
Walk with less irreverence
Talk with less distain
If you knew you had me
You’d hurt me once again
If you’ve read my memoir
If you’ve heard the cries
Then why the soothing Poison
That’s hollowed out my eyes
Words are loud when written
They sneak between the ears
When rearranged correctly
They amplify our fears
Try to paint my picture
The colors swirl about
You painted yourself in here
So bleed your own way out
Meter with no rhythm
A poem without a rhyme
A beat that’s always thumping
While never keeping time
Mounds of wilted flowers
A rose without a thorn
My head was hanging proudly
That day when I was born
© 2008 Jason Byrd – All rights reserved
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