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

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