Looking at a painting
I’ve been studying for a year
When suddenly a hidden detail
Flips the painting on its ear.
It teaches me a lesson
I’ll forever hold dear
Never cease to question
For things are rarely as they first appear.
© Daniel Breslin
She’s young and in control
Little more fashion than soul
Got her eyes fixed on a goal
Lot of guys want to play a role.
She can take them or leave them
She’s young she doesn’t need them
She’s content enjoying her freedom
It’s the very essence of her reason.
She’s got focus she knows what she wants
Won’t be noticed in local haunts
She’s got a body one she flaunts
And it helps achieve those wants.
But she won’t be tied down
Fall in love then you’re a clown
There’s more than a few around
Walking wounded all over town.
The girl knows how to dress
And only ever does to impress
She’s obsessed on being a success
Get in her way she’s coming off best.
She’s such a vibrant pretty thing
And everything in her life’s a fling
That’s the kind of feeling she bring
Enters a room, commands all within.
Eyes are fixed from both the sexes
Women envy, men become restless
She’s desire cloaked in dresses
Some perspire from mere caresses.
Men are so willing to give
For just the promise of a taste
She gives reason for some to live
But she’s always on the take.
Beware of the pain if you enter the game
Because for many, the pain is too great
When she takes their offers empties their coffers
And progresses from them post haste.
© Daniel Breslin
Now she’s been his
Since they were kids
Don’t speak on this
That’s how it is.
But they’re growing up
And things are changing
He sees it all
But he’s not complaining
He keeps it in
As they creep in
Hopes she keeps him
She’s developing
As they take notice
He keeps his focus
But it’s hard to hold it
When you can’t control it
Many souls destroyed
By older boys
Their better toys
And pressured ploys.
But she’s his jewel
But is he her fool
When seen at school
Maybe they seem cool
It’s youths burden
This thing called learning
Hormones yearning
As they itch to further
But she’s been his
Since they were kids
Don’t speak on this
That’s how it is.
© Daniel Breslin
I love her in a selfish way
Is there any other I don’t know
I love her in a helpless way
For her love is not mine to control.
Surely it isn’t healthy
To love as I do
When she can just empty me
And leave when she is through.
I love her, I know it
That’s honest, I feel it undeniably true
But do we only love
As long as that love is serving you.
Would I love her if she hated me
If she wasn’t as beautiful too
What love is frustrates me
For I feel it, but see the stupidity of it too.
© Daniel Breslin
I’m coming back to me
That’s got me happy man
I was living my life
For my family man.
I don’t regret a thing
I do it all again
But my heart’s started to swing
Towards freedom again.
I’m coming at the world
Got that passion in my veins
And the only thing I love
Is being free of chains.
Gave love its chance
Love ran away
So now all I love
Is chasing dreams everyday.
My head ain’t in the clouds
It’s been buried in them books
Working with them ploughs
For that little bit of luck.
And that luck going to come
One way or another
I’ll be dancing in the rain
Laughing loud through the thunder.
Got that passion in my veins
That crazy lust for life
I feel no shame
And I’m feeling alright.
You want to come and join me
I’ll be dancing late tonight
Got that freedom in my soul
And so many goals in sight.
Let me hit the town
Let us celebrate
For the first time in a very long time
I’m feeling free of weight.
© Daniel Breslin
You who watched over us
Always offered a shoulder to us
Always offered love and such trust
Lifted hearts when hearts were crushed
You who had raised us
Lectured and forgave us
Did us endless favours
And never betrayed us.
You who had guided
To whom we confided
With us always sided
And on us often prided.
So quick to love us
So slow to judge us
Together no one could budge us
The greatest of all mothers.
Now your spirit has passed
Having done more than was asked
In our hearts you will last.
Our mother, A master in her craft.
© Daniel Breslin
If you lived it
You lived it
Did it you did it
Spit it they spin it
You’re in it
To win it
You’re legit
Same shit
Plain shit
They playing it
Money comes
Obeying it
Creates a message
You’re relaying it
Yourself
Slipping away from it
But you’re on the shelf
So you ain’t saying shit.
© Daniel Breslin