Tag Archives: Daniel Breslin Poetry

You Can Call Him Al

I will never forget you
I will never sacrifice you to time
As with most who met you
The privilege was always mine.

I remember instances
That showed to me your depth
Acts of kindness seen in the simplest
Are the very acts I will never forget.

I remember our conversations
Where we shared similarities in our goals
And no matter how grave the topic or situations
Somehow always ended, laughing uncontrolled.

I have never met anyone more thoughtful
In how they may help the ones they love
Or as willing to sacrifice as much of themselves
If they thought it may do those loved good.

I will always mention your name
Sometimes I still hear your laughter
Your loss has already brought enough pain
Not to talk of your life would be a greater disaster.

When someone great is gone
We can often lose them in our speak
For their life made us all that more strong
And their loss makes us all that more weak.

I will never forget you
Or ever fear to bring up your name
For it’s the people who never met you
My eyes see as the ones in more pain.

Your name will still bring laughter
Your life will still give people joy
As we try lessen the pain on those poor bastards
Who never had the privilege of the man to enjoy.

You can call him Al
A lucky few can call him friend
And typical of our pal Al
He’ll somehow have us all laughing at the end.

I will never forget you
Nor ever sacrifice you to time
And as with most who met you
The privilege, shall forever, remain mine.

(In Memory Of Alan Cummins)

© Daniel Breslin

Words Can Be So Lonely

Words can be so lonely
Words can be so cold
When words are your only
Things to touch, things to hold.

This world can be so hard
As beautiful as it is
When the one you love is barred
And will always be one of his.

Words can offer such little comfort
Even when offered from the heart
When it’s not the words you want to comfort
It’s the purest of all hearts.

It’s so hard to do the right thing
When to your heart it’s just so wrong
When to do either is just so frightening
And to do either one must be so strong.

It’s an Irony this life
At the very best of times
I began to see your vision
As you began to draw your lines.

It’s hard to sit here lonely
When I could be loving you
And I hate to think if only
As it only turns me blue.

You’re a soul to cherish
And if it’s your wish you can walk away
But our love will never perish
It kills me everyday.

© Daniel Breslin

World Is What You Make It

The world is what you make it
Can cover you up from naked
Don’t ever feel intimidated
To feeling obligated and regulated.

What you see as the norm
Because you’ve seen it since you were born
Can be a closure like a dorm
Stopping you perform.

To open a mind
One must first be willing
To leave the old behind
For something more thrilling.

We are not blind
Always risk in the milling
But if you do you may find
A life more fulfilling.

© Daniel Breslin

Work In Progress

I am far from perfect
Work in progress if ever one
I believe the work would be worth it
Though it would surely never be done.

Far from desperate for love
Though love is everything I am
Won’t ever settle for less than I should
Though when I do I’ll better the man.

I am full of flaws
Make them obvious as can be
For one of my biggest flaws
Is I am always me.

Don’t like wasting time on small things
Have a distaste for most things fake
For I learned the value of real things
Not long after I learnt to tie my lace.

I am far from perfect
Work in progress if ever one
I believe the work would be worth it
Though it would surely never be done.

© Daniel Breslin

Words Of Beauty

Words of beauty words of grace
I feel a duty to yield with haste
Words you impart from the depth of your heart
Words so sharp they prep to start
Urge to start something so wrong
Served from the heart these words are so strong
So strong they shatter what matters in life
They long they natter mad hatters delight
In the night in the darkness most dreams are started
In the light discarded most dreams seem arduous
From free hearts now slaves mad hatters are made
When dreams held grave get caught in the shade.

© Daniel Breslin