Tag Archives: Irish Poet

Walls

I am sorry for my demeanor
If you found me to be rude
Just walls built over many years
I’m trying hard to lose.

I don’t open up to many
I’m not one to linger on blues
Much rather expending energy
On present and future moves.

If I am somehow dismissive
Or seem almost arrogant in my ways
May be likely my heart fears it wishes
To destroy the walls it built to save.

I am sorry for my demeanor
If you found me to be rude
Just walls built over many years
For you, I’m trying hard to lose.

© Daniel Breslin

Unknown Streams

Uneasy thoughts, have put me at ease with myself
I feel more like a man for reaching out for help
The man in a constant jam has been left upon the shelf
I’ve freed the man I am by looking outside of the self.

My mind gets caught in constant battles
As It questions all I do
Gets angry at my bodies actions
When they are repetitive and rarely new.

Same old problems fluff the tackle
Nothing learned, a fool
Mind capsizing, it’s demoralising, realising
It can’t even count on you.

The more I keep it bottled up
The more it eats and haunts my dreams.
The more I deny and hide the problem
The more I die in silent screams.

Thinking I’m a man on my own I’ll solve them
When the time comes I’ll find the means.
Knowing the right time is now, afraid of the how
Scared of the water, in unknown streams.

© Daniel Breslin

Not Another Minute

I ain’t wasting one more minute
On those who only think of themselves
I’ve had it man I’m finished
Y’all be selfish somewhere else.

I ain’t your punch bags
And I sure ain’t your stepping stones
Y’all treat other people like that
Y’all going end up on your own.

How many chances can you have?
How many chances do you need?
Before you see you only hurt yourselves
With your own greed.

I ain’t wasting one more minute
On those who only think of themselves
Y’all spin it, how you want to spin it
But y’all go spin it, somewhere else.

© Daniel Breslin

Torn

I’m torn between two of me
One’s torn between two of you
One of me just wants to be free
Other one cannot see or be without one of you.

You’re torn between two of you
One’s torn between two of me
One of me makes you so happy
The other one you see makes you want to flee

Half of you
Just wants to run
Our two halves
Make a half decent One.

© Daniel Breslin