When they knock and mock
Like some clichéd jock
Don’t rise, be wise
For there is few will sympathise.

Show your nerve, hold your word
And well it will serve.
For if you burst, you show your worst
And you become, what they called you first.

© Daniel Breslin

When doom and gloom
Would oft consume
I inhale the fumes
Off your toxic perfume
And the darkness lifts
Or in the very least shifts
And the doom that looms
Hums different tunes.

My fair city
My fair town
A city often pitied
Yet there is no city in the world
You can have as much fun feeling down.

City lives in the grey
Few things here are black and white
Many brood through the day
Laugh and drink through the night.

An artists dream
A drinkers haven
Where souls get lost
With little want for saving.

© Daniel Breslin

On the open road
Driving through my thoughts
Slowly letting them unfold
Thinking of my gain and loss.

Yesterday I gained hope
Day before I had less
Though still a long road
Feel joy in a little success.

That which ties us down
Can also set us free
Help us find solid ground
We might not otherwise see.

What is it we value?
What do we really need?
If one can answer both
Then I believe one freed.

© Daniel Breslin

Yeah we’re down on our luck
But I know it’s going to pick up
Yeah for now all doors seem shut
But I know it’s going to pick up.

I’ve been down on my luck lately
But I ain’t been looking for no one to save me
No I’ve been handling the shit bravely
Trying to make the best of the gifts life gave me.

Same can be said of you
So I know we are going to pull through
All we need’s our cue
And together we’ll breeze on through.

© Daniel Breslin

Don’t let them get you down
Don’t let them beat you up
Don’t let them push you around
Or let their insults eat your gut.

Don’t let them in your head
Or anywhere near your heart
Don’t pay heed to one word said
Allowing bite to their bark.

Don’t let others break you
A sure sign that they’re weak
Strong people try and make you
Even when hurting underneath.

Weak try manipulate you
With most every word they speak
Only so far their act can take you
Before it forces them to cut you deep.

The strong can suffer pain
The weak mostly inflict
When in pain try make you the same
Don’t get caught in that bullshit.

The strong are not for show
May even allow themselves look weak
Whatever they think will help you grow
The strengths they know you have beneath.

The weak are full of bark
Full of anger, curse, and pain
They thrive on being low
Want you to worship it the same.

The strong have suffered too
But they do not point and blame
The decision lies with you
What role do you wish to claim?

Strength is not in numbers
You build it on your own
But it is an effort filled with wonders
Bringing the right numbers in your zone.

If you take the first step
No telling where you’ll take your last
But if you never swim outside your depth
The future is sure to echo the past.

Do not fear the act
Or telling from where you’ve come
You can not change the fact
But in an act, leave another act done.

And in a little time
If your battle has been won
You may find a weak and troubled mind
As they do, a strong and helpful one.

© Daniel Breslin

Disregard those things he said
He was just letting off some steam
Just words of a wounded man
Most of which, he did not mean.

The man was hurting deep inside
Suffering from an aching heart
Foolishly hoping to regain some pride
Or just make the bite less sharp.

Man had never been so sure
Proved to never be more wrong
And that’s tough for any man to endure
Even ones that think they’re strong.

Disregard those things he said
He had one too many in the pub
Just returning alone to his bed
Wishing instead, he was returning to love.

© Daniel Breslin

You are such a head banger
Hard person not to love
Don’t ever change your manner
For you are such a damn buzz.

Don’t lose who you are
And all that makes you it
Cause baby you’re a star
And to the world you’re a gift.

You got the magic in you
Don’t ever let it die
For the gifts you have within you
Are so very hard to find.

Don’t lose what makes you you
For you were made to rise
You are a shooting star
Born to bright the skies.

© Daniel Breslin