About Me... A Tale of Two Personalities.

About Me... A Tale of Two Personalities.

As I sat and read my blog, I realized that I did not have anything in the "About Me" page nor did I have anything describing myself in any way. To this point I have only written when I was emotional, so I thought I would write something I thought myself. I have never done a reflective piece. As it turns out, I really enjoyed it a lot. In all honesty, I will most likely do another similar piece soon as I did enjoy it. Perhaps I could write about others in a similar manner. At any rate.. here I am as a poem, I hope you enjoy.

High Octane Emotion
By: Jason Byrd

I am burning high octane as
The friction builds and the temperatures rise

With a roar I accelerate from 0 to 60 with
Such quickness I am startled and surprised

The soundtrack of my life has been randomly cycled from
A Brushfire Fairytale to the fierceness of Pennywise

A fresh coat of Black embraces a Blood red set
Of numbers that becomes the haunting face of my disguise

At extreme speeds I begin to shake and loose control
While the glare of passing lights is blinding my eyes

After pushing the red line my fuel has been emptied and
As I spin out of control I calmly refocus my attention to the prize

© 2008 Jason Byrd – All rights reserved

The Wrong Side of the Bed?

The Wrong Side of the Bed?
As it turns out, I tend to wake up on the wrong side of the bed most days. I can’t seem to place whether or not it has something to do with the my 3 wonderful and overwhelmingly loud boys who always seem to be awake and at full speed well before any rooster can be heard; or if it just has to do with the fact that I don’t suppose I mind waking up on the wrong side of the bed. In fact, at times I welcome the gloomy cloud as it always seems to give me the best excuse to not speak to anyone; which in all honesty is sometimes ok with me. Don’t get me wrong, I have long been a supporter of companionship; but let’s face it sometimes a moment to yourself is just what the doctor ordered.
If any of you are anything like me, a day swirling of grumpy and careless fast food drive-through attendants, grumpy and increasingly geriatric local postal service assistants, grumpy and painfully pushy super market shoppers, and of course the average grumpy and carelessly distracted motorist, you may need a moment of silence to reflect on the events that Pissed You Off!! As a father of three growing boys, patience was something I have to display All the time. The question here is when do I get to be grumpy for a minute. Everyone else gets that second to be grumpy and it always seems to be when they are helping me? Is it me?
So to all… Remember, it is ok and arguably healthy to be grumpy on occasion. Furthermore, I recommend it. For me it always inspires a stronger sense of reflection as to what things are actually making me so grumpy after which I usually realize the oversensitivity in my ways. The larger challenge lye within the balance between not affecting the happiness that may be going on despite my grumpiness and having the grumpy moment I may deserve. I did this poem after a recent grumpy day. It was not created directed at one individual as it may seem; it is simply a collaboration of interesting words that I related to being upset. I enjoyed the way the words fit with each other.
I present my ode to grumpy days everywhere:

The Making of Hate
By: Jason Byrd
04\08

Oh I sit here thinking
Of all the things you’ve done
Your lies, dishonesty, and hate
And that thing that you’ve become

You told me once that you loved me
That you’d never do me wrong
And when I realize your lies
I’ve seen them all along

Sick and twisted melodies
Are swirling in my brain
And when my pain returns to you
You’ll never be the same

If once or twice you’ve thought of me
In your disconnected mind
Just realize my thoughts of you
Have since become unkind

When in fact the dust has cleared
And you see what’s in your path
Your lies, dishonesty and hate
Are things you can’t ever take back

© 2008 Jason Byrd – All rights reserved