Proud Daddy

Proud Daddy
I am truly the luckiest father in the entire world. I have the most intelligent and loving little boy ever. I do not find it easy to put in to words how I feel about that little boy. I am truly blessed to have a son who does everything to make me happy. At 4 he was learning to read, play the guitar, drums and piano and he draws some of the most interesting abstract pictures ever.
I remember when he was about 9 months old I was driving him to the sitter before work. It was about 5:45a so we were both very tired. I decided to put on some relaxing music to inspire him to go to sleep during the 1 hour drive. I played the only cd in my truck, the second disc in Ben Harper’s Live from Mars 2 disc set. If anyone is familiar with this particular cd you will note that this is the disc containing mostly acoustic songs. I always play that disc in random mode because it has been the only cd in my truck since I bought it. The second song that played was called,”Like a King/I Rise” and to my surprise he began singing the song like he wrote it. He knew all of the words, inflections in the melody, everything. The funny thing was that at the time he pronounced the sound of an “L” as if it were a “Y”. I almost cried when I heard from a tiny voice coming from behind me softly singing, “Yike a King”. Geez I love him so much.
I could go on forever about my little man, but at the risk of making you all sick I will not. Today I missed him too much to handle. Weekend at mom’s house can be a hard time for me so I just took out my favorite photo of him and I was overwhelmed with emotion and words that were beating in my head. I grabbed my notebook and began to write this little poem for him.
Gavyn,
Daddy loves you and can not wait for you to come back home. I am so proud of you I cry every time I think of you, all you can do, and all you have to accomplish in your future.

Angel
By: Jason Byrd

When I look into your eyes
I see myself in you
But most of all I see you conquer
The things I could not do

My heart is filled with so much pride
Each time I watch you play
And hear those bright insightful things
You always seem to say

The warm smiles that you give to me
Can set my heart at ease
And the pedestal that you hold me on
Has brought me to my knees

All the visions that I had of you
Were more than I expected
And as long as air is in my lungs
You will always be protected

© 2008 Jason Byrd – All rights reserved

Muse

Muse

I have often thought of myself as a self reliant individual who had taken his life into his own hands. For years I depended only upon myself in times of need. From a very young age I was taught that dependence upon another may lead me into a future uncertain. I was reminded daily of the festering wounds that are left when a loved one has cleaved the trust out of your heart.
It was not until recently that I realized the error in my ways. About two years ago I stumbled upon the muse that my soul had long been calling for. Since that time I have learned so many valuable lessons. I have since come to the conclusion that it is far more difficult to rely on the goodness of others than to rely on the determination of one’s self. During many times of reflection I realized that during my so called self reliance, I had lost out on so many essential occurrences. I had spent so much time loving myself that I had never experienced the feeling of love, dependence, trust, and faith.
Since that time my life has taken some unexpected turns. Despite the fact that the individual of yesterday would have never allowed these turns to detour me from the road ahead; I have never felt more at home on this road and focused on the ultimate destination at the end of the road.
To my muse,
You have taught me more about life and love than any single person or event in my life. You have found a way to open the door to most sacred places and allowed me the freedom to express freely all of my own creativity. You have taught me that allowing myself to truly love another has enabled me to truly love myself.

She
By: Jason Byrd
05/08

She’s standing so lonely and free
Living vicariously
Through the hopes and the dreams
That someday she’ll finally be
All she never thought that I’d need

Time will answer her cries
Or prove the deception of lies
When will the torture subside
From a heart that once was denied
Despite the ways it thought it tried

Take time to open your ears
Allow me to wipe up you tears
Let me silence your questions and fears
With your love my heart has been seared
And my future is finally clear

© 2008 Jason Byrd – All rights reserved

Irreverent Existence

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

© 2008 Jason Byrd – All rights reserved

Ode to Friends Lost

Ode to Friends Lost

It is fairly safe to say that we have all experienced some sort of loss in our lives. Whether it was a friend or family member, it certainly leaves the very same emotional sting. A year ago I lost a very close friend. The loss was very hard for me to take. I had a ton of unanswered questions. The 1 year anniversary of her passing was a few days ago and I know nothing more today than I did then. I do know that she is on my mind all the time. At times I really feel like she is out there. I shot a photograph of the clouds and began to let my mind dance with pencil across my page and at the end I was left with a poem dedicated to a very important person in my life. So to all who have experienced loss and have wondered of loved ones passed i remind you that all who have passed live on in us. Through our thoughts and memories we help keep them with us always.
To Erinn,
You will never be forgotten. I don't believe I could forget you if I tried. Your vibrance and beauty will be missed always.

Lady in Red
By: Jason Byrd

Lady oh Lady
How are you up there
Your soft, subtle curves
Your flowing red hair

Lady oh Lady
Do you dream of me
Or slumber so softly
So soundly carefree

Lady oh Lady
Who knew that a storm
Contained such a beauty
So vibrant and warm

Lady oh Lady
Please wait for me there
Until I may join you
And bask in your glare

Lady oh lady
Embodies a dream
Infiltrated my mind
And forced me to see
That…..

Lady oh lady
I’m under your spell
Your glorious secrets
I never shall tell

© 2008 Jason Byrd – All rights reserved