Why don’t you dance for me
Softly, and slowly
And why can’t we just be
Our eyes unafraid to see.
I won’t run from you
And you won’t run from me
Why can’t we be free
From everything we have come to be.
Why don’t you dance for me
Softly, and slowly
And I will dance for you
If you dance and want me to too.
And we will be free
From everything we have come to be
And you won’t run from you
And I won’t run from me.
© Daniel Breslin
When words can’t say enough
No more can be said in touch
There is a feeling in your gut
You convey it in a look.
When there is a debt you can’t repay
You will never forget, yet struggle to say
Something in your chest, bundled away
You exhale a breath, as words just wouldn’t convey.
Your eyes meet
A feeling is shared
You might weep
But wouldn’t dare.
Something deep
Passes the air
A moment two keep
Forever in air.
© Daniel Breslin
When the woman that you love
Is loving someone else
For she may not love you
And she is a separate self.
If the woman that you care for
And once swore she cared for thee
Shatters you and makes you bare more
As actions kill a lie you chose to believe.
As you realise you gave your heart to fiction
Knowing it’s YOU who refused to give it to truth
Acknowledge your foolish position
Move on fast, try hold no grudges, and just accept
The woman got you with a beaut!
© Daniel Breslin
Give them the power
Watch how they use it
The good ones will care for it
The less will abuse it.
Sit back and take it
Watch their decisions
They only have power
For as long as it’s given.
Accepting a lie
That you don’t believe
Doesn’t make you a fool
Only the liar’s deceived.
Let them play little games
You stick to the big ones
They don’t see it yet
But there is a difference.
They might get what they want
You might not like what you see
But what you liked you won’t want
And you’ll get what you need.
They might think they know it all
But one thing they don’t know.
Is they will remain small
It’s the givers that grow.
© Daniel Breslin
When I enter the club I ain’t in V.I.P
I’m on the DAN-C-E FLOOR
Shaking- my- ass
Like a god damn whore.
Fuck your V.I.P
Over priced champagne
Gimme a Dance floor, whiskey
And the house of pain.
Give me ‘Sky and Sand’-And I’ll own that floor
Give me ‘Dockyard’-And I’ll own some more.
I ain’t up top- Like a posing tosser
I’m in the boiling pot- Like a death proof lobster.
Turn it up- BANG THAT SHIT
Let this whore- Shake his hips.
Pump his fists
Big box, Little Box, All that shit.
Shit I feed the fish- Deal the cards
Jump around-Trying to feel the stars.
Tone it down- I’ll match that vibe
Do ANything- to make me come alive.
See a girl I like- Now that’s me buzz
What’s the story?- How’ya love?
Maybe not much game- But the intent is plain
You never know- Might even ASK her name.
And if she ASK the same-Then the game is on
Wait a minute love-Now that’s me song.
Be back in a sec -Don’t go nowhere
But it’s her song too-She’s already elsewhere.
Off with her friends-Going buck wild
I like this one-Now that’s me style.
What would I DO up top?- All on the act?
Same jacket, slacks- And chat to match?
What’s up with that?- Fuck that crap
Down the lobster pot – I got the buzz on tap.
But if the girl come back
Then it’s time to chat.
See how that go
Tell her all the things a girl don’t wanna know.
Got no job- Car the same
Got no dreams – Or goals to attain.
If she can play like that-Have the buzz
Then I’ve found me match -And it might be love.
Take her number down- She might take mine too
And we’ll bounce around – Till the night is through.
Lot of these places- Just comparing jackets
Girls run around – Trying to suss wage packets.
Feck that racket- That chat’s not real
Got my goals too – But tell me how you feel.
What’s your character?
What’s your buzz?
What’s your interests?
What’s your loves?
What’s your hobbies?
What’s your view?
How you spend weekends?
Reveal the real you.
If passions match your work
Then NOW we’re talkin’
But if that’s not the story
Tell a different one, or that one walkin’.
The world is filled
With so much noise
Heads forever drilled
With status, symbols, and other decoys.
But I’m about the living
I’m about the joys
When I’m with my girls
And I’m with me boys.
Might chase those things-Like the living HAve to
But when I’m in the club-It’s just LOve I pursue.
So if we are going to chat
Make it a laugh or real
For- IN- the club
Love’s the only buzz I feel.
Growing old, is for the young- Got that done
So I’ve a lot of my fun- When I’m acting young.
Don’t even need the drink-Just a BANGIN’ beat
Anything- that gets me on my feet- and out my seat
When I enter the club- I ain’t in V.I.P
I’m on the DAN-C-E FLOOR
SHAKING- MY- ASS
LIKE- A-GOD-DAMN-WHORE.
© Daniel Breslin
When darkness comes upon us
Demons try to run us
Sun chooses to shun us
And all we’ve got is dumb luck.
When shadows creep beneath us
The grim try and reap us
And we look for something to keep us
From bowing down to weakness.
Times we are most likely to fail
Hardest times for what we are to prevail
Shadows creep, seeking a chink in the mail
Is when we must reach deep, for our strongest detail.
When surrounded in darkness, it is easy to suffer fright
Easiest time to get disheartened, start questioning our will to fight
Shadows seek the weakest target, look to drain you of all your might
Though, it’s when we are surrounded in darkness, we can shine our brightest light.
© Daniel Breslin
You are such a crazy child
When will you ever learn?
Your problems can be rectified
You show them little concern.
You repeat your foolish actions
When will you ever bore?
They are meaningless distractions
And you’re meant for so much more.
© Daniel Breslin