Tag Archives: Irish Poetry

Realistic Man

Be realistic man
That’s what they say
You be living with your head
In the clouds today.

Be realistic man
Don’t get lost in hope
That’s how the damned
Get their hearts broke.

Be realistic man
That’s what they say
You be living with your head
In the clouds today.

Be realistic man
Don’t be the joke
Trust me man
You seem a decent bloke.

Be realistic man
Take a step back
Stop putting your heart out
For another attack.

Be realistic man
Be like me
I take things
The way I see.

Be realistic man
Don’t be that dope
Remember the last time
You got your heart broke?

Realistic man
Please go away
I’m an idealist man
Until my dying day.

Realistic man
There’s truth in what you say
My heart breaks, it do, it’s true
But you break yours, most everyday.

© Daniel Breslin

You Know It

They’re coming for your rights
They’re coming for your rights
You ready for a fight?
They’re coming for your rights.

You know it
You feel it
You sense it
You see it.

You ignore it
You leave it
For someone else 
To deal with.

It scares you
You fear it
Not prepared
To be near it.

Feel powerless
Hopeless
Give something else
Your focus.

But you know that
You’re in it
Just scared
To admit it.

That’s what they want
That’s what they do
Spend fortunes
Controlling you.

They’re coming for your rights
Taking them when they like
They are the parasites
Hiding in plain sight.

© Daniel Breslin

Tired

I’m tired of going out
I’m tired of sitting in
I’m tired of what’s on offer
I’m tired of what’s been.

I’m tired of all these people
I’m even tiring of myself
I’m tired of this world’s evil
And I’m tired of everything else.

I’m tired of playing games
The ups and downs of love
I’m tired of racking my brain
About what’s wrong and what is good.

I’m tired of doing what I shouldn’t
Ignoring the things I should
I’m tired of ignoring good loving
Then being ignored by love.

I’m tired and disillusioned
A slightly beaten broken man
I’m tired in a ball of confusion
So please don’t ask me how I am.

Eventually I’ll be fine
Eventually I’ll pull through
I’m just living in a darkened state of mind
For there’s just so much darkness in my view.

I’m tired of looking for light
Tired of fighting to be a light too
I’m just tired a little tonight
Tomorrow we start anew.

© Daniel Breslin

Those Who Diss It

Those who diss it
Often wish it
Hide that they miss it
Deny they solicit.

It seems here
There streams a fear
In which dreams appear
To seem insincere.

Those who doubt love
Are not those without good
Might embrace it if they could
Who’s to say if they should.

For some who doubt it
Merely fear it
That they might love
And get nowhere near it.

For there is nothing more uninvited
Than a burning love unrequited
Nothing more entirely fearsome
To make the heart grow tired and wearisome.

Though when returned, there’s nothing more exciting
As refreshing as it can be blinding
Though when the time is right, it’s so enlightening
The kind of love, surely not worth fighting.

© Daniel Breslin