I remember being a kid
How creative were our minds?
In every object something lived
New worlds could be created at any time.

Left alone with our toys
New worlds would come alive
Soldiers sent to battle by the boys
Some girls making Kens take Barbies as wives.

I remember when given next to nothing
How much fun a child could make
When just the world and its restructuring
Made any normal day, a potential play date.

When simple games of hide and seek
Could make any day so thrilling
Playing cops and robbers in the street
Made us all actors, at dying and killing.

I remember how many smiles and laughs
Were had in these simple games
Just the thoughts bring the smiles back
As I take trips down my memories lanes.

What it is to be young?
Of course we can never know at the time
For our lives have only begun
And this is how it will always be, to our young minds.

© Daniel Breslin

Lonely girl doesn’t know what to do
All these boys do
Is take advantage of you
Because you cling to
Any man that passes and shows interest
Says he’ll treat you like a Princess
They come over smooth and slick
But disappear pretty quick
Once they satisfy their dick
They treat you like a thick
Alone you often wonder
Why every relationship you have falls asunder
All these men do is plunder
Take what isn’t theirs
You pray God will hear your prayers
And send you someone who cares
But you’ve got a name now
You only get horny stares
They look at you like you’re meat
You can’t escape your past on this street
So with a different face often retreat in defeat
Then when they’re gone often weep
Echoing in her head is their laughter
Bragging bout how they pass her
Love and stability is all she’s after
But every man she meets spells disaster
She wants a shoulder to cry on
The world’s colder, she wants someone to rely on
But nothing is happening for her here
Another year, another tear
Another weekend, more beer
Another Prince lying here
The morning sun causes him to disappear
Cause once you take away the ale
So ends the fairy tale
Doesn’t even really crave the sex
She just wants someone lying next
To her, at night
Someone to hold her tight
And whisper everything will be alright.

Behind the door the teardrops fall
Unbeknown to those who surround that wall
Eyes judge but never know
Because some things, we never show.

Made her mistakes when she was younger
They call her cheap tart
Nearly breaks and falls asunder
But manages to keep heart
On her own, stakes a call of wonder
Will she find a sweet heart?
Maybe I was dumb
I regret ‘some’ things I did
Can’t they see I was young?
I was just a kid
But now no one wants me
They taunt me
Their laughter haunts me
She’s scared
So unprepared
For what lies in store
Wants to be seen as a lady
But they treat her like a whore
They tease her
She wishes they would leave her
Alone,
They act as if her heart is made of stone
But it’s not, it is tender
Her heart craves a contender
She’s got no one to defend her
So she prays heaven will send her
A Prince
To sweep her off her feet
It makes her wince
Their words cut so deep
She wants them to love her
For what’s in her chest
But when they see her chest
They only see her breast
Will her heart ever be at rest
She hears them jest
Under their breath
She dies a death
But tries her best
To keep composure
Let their insults roll over
Just fly right by her head
But at night she cries while she’s in bed.

They see her as a possession
But she rarely offers rejection
Cause she sees these as offers of affection
Which poses the question
Will she ever learn her lesson?
The thought turns her to depression
She’s in despair
As she sees them stare
Her heart begins to tear
Life can be so unfair
Life can be so cruel
They play her for a fool
As they trample on her
Barely ample honour
Her pride is fading
Inside she’s craving
A human touch
She needs a touch of luck
She’s feeling stuck
Her heart’s reeling cut
She’s tired of being the butt
Of all the local blokes jokes
Say she’s the local bike with spokes
But she’s just a lonely girl with hopes
She’s against the ropes
She’s feeling bruised
Another bloke has her feeling used
His lies leave her confused
They laugh but she’s not amused
It’s hard to chew
She’s living to rue
All the foolish things the youth do
You can laugh but this could easily be you
She feels she’s fighting a battle she’s destined to lose
She feels frightened so sets in the blues
She wishes if for one day, they could wear her shoes
Maybe that day, they would cease to stare and abuse
But it’s just a wish, so still their venom spews.

Behind the door the teardrops fall
Unbeknown to those who surround that wall
Eyes judge but never know
Because some things, we never show.

© Daniel Breslin

Make time for things you care about
Drop time for things you don’t
In turn life will better fare out
Trust in yourself when others won’t.

Don’t waste your blessed time
For time is all we have
Give it when it’s needed
Take it back when it’s been had.

Don’t waste much time on others
Don’t let others waste time on you
That’s a sign of weakness
Not something real people do.

Be real with your heart
Be real with your talk
Be true to your word
Try your best to walk the walk.

If others treat you poorly
Do your best to rise above
Don’t lower yourself to their standards
Keep your standards, increase self love.

Not saying turn the other cheek
We’ve to do what we have to do
Just in my experience focusing on self
Is the better option of two.

When others let you down
As they inevitably will
Revert your focus on you
Progress, let time heal and kill.

Be real with yourself
But don’t be too hard
Don’t expect too much from others
Sometimes it’s best to accept or discard.

Try not take much advice from me
Only the advice to listen to you
And while doing right by yourself
Try to do right by others too.

We are all in a sinking ship
On the greatest ship to ever sail
When you’re struggling to deal with your shit
You might need some friends to fight the gale.

In life we work better together
Times we need help, so try help others too
For life is something to treasure
So much pleasure is out waiting for you.

Go out and do your thing
Sing and dance through the rain
Savour and drink in the Sun
Encouraging others to do the same.

Laugh yourself to death
Be real, be real, be real
And may you leave this world with little regret
Knowing you kept, your part of the deal.

© Daniel Breslin

Be good to yourself
Even when others aren’t
Be good to yourself
Even when others harm.

Be good to yourself
Try maintain a charm
Be good to yourself
However they try to disarm.

Be good to yourself
In a world that can be cruel
Be good to yourself
Or be a greater fool.

Be good to yourself
Or little good will come to you
For if one can’t respect oneself
How can one expect others to?

© Daniel Breslin

The battle’s at the door
Eager to enter my domain
It screams in lust for war
Demands I acknowledge its pain.

It screams with wounded pride
Vengeance is its game
It dares me not to hide
While slightly scared, I’ll hear its claim.

© Daniel Breslin

I’d love peace in my soul
That girl by my side
But she can kill me quick
With just a look of eyes.

For if I looked for love
And love not there
That’s not a look
I much could bare.

I ain’t scared of much
She scares me through
Running into my fears
Is what I always do.

And if I looked for love
And love looked back
Well, I’m not sure this world
Could get much better than that.

But if I looked for love
And love not there
Well, that’s not a look
I much could bare.

© Daniel Breslin

I entered the amusement park
With an enthused heart
I was amused at the start
But got confused in the dark.

Started on this ride
With eyes well wide
Now them eyes well tied
And I feel hell by my side.

Something whispers in my ear
What were you thinking coming in here?
Its breath is stinking reeking of fear
Yet curiosity insists on dragging me near.

I ignore my minds defenses
For this darkness is quite relentless
This park offers certain adventures
While hiding a lot of expenses.

Once you’re on, it’s hard getting off
Having too much fun, or the rides made you soft
So you stay consumed on a feeling of being lost
Merely hoping the thrills been worth it, when the wheels come off.

© Daniel Breslin