I love the way she teases
Before she pleases
Has you near screaming out to Jesus
Before she decides to relieve you
She’s classy
And still sassy
She shakes her hips
Bites her lips
While making eyes with
You
Daring you to pursue
What she knows you want to
It’s getting hot, I’m getting horny
She goes then she stops, she does nothing for me
She backs off and cracks a smile
Holds my gaze awhile
And she knows what I’m thinking
She leaves me looking
Then smiles back winking
She plays a seductive game
Till I nearly burst a vein
This is torture it’s inhumane
But what else would I be playing.

© Daniel Breslin

I’ve had moments of tremendous fear
Where I’m scared to take a step
But I whisper in my own ear
Breathe and pump out your chest.

May the first man move
And the last man fry
For the bravest never lose
In my God forsaken eye.

I wish the last to step
A life so very long
When they leave their living death
No one miss them when they’re gone.

I’ve had moments of tremendous fear
Where I’m scared to take a step
But I whisper in my own ear
Breathe, move, and pump out your fuckin’ chest.

© Daniel Breslin

Today I let die
An idea of what I was
And at the very same time
An idea of something I loved.

Today I let go
Today I became free
As I lost something I loved
And found that something in me.

Today I lost something
I kept grip of in my very core
By accepting at best it must of been nothing
To then accept to think nothing of something no more.

Today I let die
Something inside of me
Losing an idea of love
And with it an idea of me.

Today I lost a fight
To my fright gained something more
That in killing your own love for something
Something more thrilling might then lie in store.

Love does not die
It just gains new direction
But it does kill something inside
To admit its misplaced affection.

Today I lost something
An idea of something I loved
For something has given me nothing
And now of something nothing feels good.

Today I let go
Today I became free
As I let go of something
And found that something in me.

© Daniel Breslin

The gifts we give
To recieve no thanks
The gifts we give
To relieve ones angst.

The gifts we give
The reciever don’t know
The gifts we give
Just to see them grow.

© Daniel Breslin

Sunshine blinds the eye
Laughter drowns the cry.
Never down in search of a high
Maybe a clown it all passes me by.

Always searching, looking for a place
Feel a thirsting to taste every taste
All the while deserting all in close space
It would seem my searching has mostly found waste .

While always hunting
Something that’s new
I keep jumping
Everything in my view.

© Daniel Breslin

Sanity in madness
Is a truth I often find
When on all too rare occasions
I find solace, in the midst of losing our minds.

When friends unite to delight in each other
Laughing anew as we do remiss
I am brought back to humanity
Shaken alive, from what can be, a mere exist.

In the unrestrained madness
Experienced in endless jest
I find and save my sanity
By losing my mind in a much welcome mess.

Times to me so perfect
My body wants to laugh as it cries
Instead I let it do neither
Selfishly savouring the moment behind the veil of a smile.

For our time is oh so brief
Too often we forget to savour our improbable chance
Letting ourselves get caught in trivialities, a thief
Truly lost, steal our own thoughts, away from the beauty, of this wicked romance.

So moments of madness I selfishly savour
For they always give as they make real my part
For I feel so free in our outrageous behavior
As we laugh unforgiving, enjoying our participance , in the worlds greatest, dying art.

© Daniel Breslin

Madness lives in cracks and creaks
Where sadness is hid, and silently speaks
Together they waltz in a slow creeping dance
Invading the minds vaults, in a loveless romance.

Happiness evades their treacherous offering
As two knights of the shade vie to dethrone a king
A dance is formed, its steps put in place
A soul is torn forgets its old shape.

A mind at ease, pleased by two movers
The blind deceived, receives the two losers
The dance is slow, its finale is chilling
A king hath been slain, with no witness to the killing.

© Daniel Breslin