Our broken homes
Our broken lives
Our broken dreams
Our open lies.

Our choked back tears
Our forced smiles
As we live our years
In unforced denials.

© Daniel Breslin

Will I end up like those other guys?
Those other eyes?
I despise
I despise.

© Daniel Breslin

The one who sees the good in you
The one who sees the love in you
The one who encourages you in what you should do.
The one.

The one who makes you want to be a better man
The one you want to make a partner in plans
The one who makes you give a damn.
The one.

The one you can picture in your mind
In numerous instances, numerous times
In their own unique bodies design.
The one.

The one who puts a smile on your face
When you’re full of stress or in a tough place
By simply smiling or laughing in chaste.
The one.

The one you want to wake up to
Tell your dreams, fears, and hear theirs too
The one who makes you feel something new.
The one.

The one you find and may try and run from
Because you fear your heart and the change to come
Or if you give too much and damage is done.
The one.

The one who makes you forget the rest
For compared to them they now seem less
The one who makes you want to take the greatest test.
The one.

But for the one to be
Now it takes two
So before you give your heart
Make sure the one you see
Sees, some one 
In you.

Or just let it all go
Go with the flow
For one to taste the greatest high
One must face, the greatest low.

© Daniel Breslin

One step back
To take two forward
But I fell on my back
And got glued to the floorboard.

Everyone’s laughing at my collapse
As they point in cue at the scoreboard
Seeing humour in the fact
I tried to attack and got no reward.

They can laugh today
But I will rise again
And they can clap or laugh away
As they’ll be behind my back by then.

© Daniel Breslin

It’s a lonely unheralded blues
Walking alone as a one man ruse
I look down on my pair of shoes
And think there’s a lot of things better in twos.

© Daniel Breslin

On the mend, my old friend
It’s good to find you with a smile
You’ve been on a bend, caught in a blend
That never suited your style.

It’s good to see you smiling
I think it will not be much longer
Till I will find you laughing 
For I can see you looking stronger.

© Daniel Breslin

I miss the old days
When rap was more than just a craze
It meant something
It wasn’t just cash in pop
So many rappers rap nothing
They trying to thrash hip hop.

Very few
Coming out with something new
Same shit
About chains and cars
Another hit
Different names now stars.

© Daniel Breslin