I have been touched
By your kindness
Your willingness to give.
I have been touched
And reminded
Of the beauty in which we live.
I have been touched
Seen a spleandour
In such a simple act of giving.
I have been touched
Helped to remember
Every soul’s not dead who claims a living.
© Daniel Breslin
I am gazing on the bay
Can you see me?
I am searching for words to say
They all seem unseemly
If I raised my voice an octave
Could you even hear me?
No one could be further away
Yet at times, you feel so near me.
I am searching for a path
I see no trail
It’s like somethings unsettled the track
To shake my tail
It’s like water off a ducks back
Can’t take the wind from my sail
I am never afraid to take a step back
And reassess the detail.
I am trying to guide others
As I guide myself
Free my mind from what can cover it
From itself
I recognize at times
I am unrecognizable to even myself
So how can I guide
That would be unadvisable to someone else.
I am trying to reach
What just isn’t here
So I let my mind think deep
Help me see things clear
The more clarity I seek
The more I pull you near
There are no words we speak
Though your message, is ever clear.
© Daniel Breslin
I am nothing
If not a sap
I am nothing
If not deep.
I am nothing
If not a mad man
But a mad man
One should keep.
I am nothing
If not delirious
Little more heart
Than brain.
I am nothing
If not deadly serious
Though I laugh
Through highs and pain.
I am nothing
If not a fighter
And I fight everything
With love.
If I am nothing
You desire
Don’t ever feel bad
Feel good.
I am nothing
To be expected
I am nothing
To think plain.
I am nothing
Till accepted
Then I’m everything
I claim.
I am nothing
But full of love
I’ve got so much
Of that to give.
So if I’m nothing
To you love
Tell it straight, feeling great
Allow no waste, and let me, let me live.
© Daniel Breslin
I am looking at the stars
I am staring into space
I have never felt so large
Or more at home among this place.
As I gaze into the Universe
And know the Universe resides in me
It makes me feel I’m a note come alive
Playing my part, in histories, greatest symphony.
© Daniel Breslin
The heaviest load
The honourable path
Grudgingly exposed
The most futile of grafts.
The fruits of your labour
The will of your soul
Leave little to savour
But the chill of the old.
Efforts seem vain
Energy misplaced
Losing the most vital of ‘games’
In which no ‘victor’ can place.
Hang in too long
Could damage self great
Leave it too soon
Fear what the left have in wait.
The real race is not here
The real race is on hold
Though it’s steadily edging near
And this game, is a heavy, as it is old.
© Daniel Breslin
My hearts too big
To love just one
But then my hearts too big
To break her one.
© Daniel Breslin
You got hate in your eyes
I can see it
So much hate in your eyes
I can feel it
Too much hate in your eyes
For me to deal with
You let so much hate in your life
You’ve come to be it.
© Daniel Breslin