Human companionship
The ignorant abandon it
The wise grasp command of it
To me preferable, when a lady has a hand in it.
Life?
Its purpose?
A thing to me unknown
But while I have the first
A main purpose
Is not to experience it alone.
© Daniel Breslin
She’s not your property
Treat her properly
She’ll be off you see
Just like she’s off on me.
But if ever she caves
To a better mans ways
That man will be made
For the rest of his days.
And he’ll better his ways
To make sure she stays
For no matter how it played
When that girls choice is made
She’ll be a woman to save.
For now though the girl
Will make her own waves
Do as she craves
Play where she plays
Stay where she stays
And if you make her an offer
Just for you
She’ll make very long days.
© Daniel Breslin
We travel often
So far apart
We change direction
In our hearts
We change our minds
But not our parts
As we make new finds
We can make new starts.
It can change our vision
When we see something new
We can change our living
Change what it is we do
We are not imprisoned
To being what they view
Never be afraid to embrace new found wisdom
Even if it means, embracing a new you.
© Daniel Breslin
‘’It’s a new dawn
It’s a new day
It’s a new life
For me.’’
Sing Nina,
To this dreamer
Who believes
There is somewhere else that he should be
Something else for him to see
There’s got to be something else for me.
Look in this picture
Don’t like what I see
Give me new hope
I’ll paint new strokes
Break the frame
Create a new pane
As I travel the plane of creativity.
© Daniel Breslin
Other guys see her as a geek
Other eyes don’t see whats underneath
She’s my intellectual freak
At her sexual peak.
Our minds can meet on a higher level
She’s kind and deep but can be devil
They think she’s quiet and reserved
So don’t try it with the nerd.
Not that I mind
It’s their loss
She’s my find
At no cost.
© Daniel Breslin
I see your eyes look like their moving on
It’ll be no surprise, when they are gone.
Might not be wise but I do hang on
For I’ll miss them eyes when they are gone.
Life is good, but it can be cruel
Not a game love, though it can have rules
It can hit with a thud, make smart people fools
When the people you love, make it a game on you.
© Daniel Breslin
The very things that I conceal
Are often the very things in me most real
Seems only love or a drug can make me feel
Comfortable or good enough to reveal.
It can be strange and quite unnerving
One can be so estranged from their own person
Who I am? I’m forever learning
I’ve got no plan, just a hunger burning.
© Daniel Breslin