In this room of rolled notes
Lies a room of old hopes
Should we pull over are we all dopes?
Is the party over should we get our coats?
My mind floats
In this room full of dreamers
Full of misdemeanours
Our dealer takes us to the cleaners
With uppers, downers, and inbetweeners
Having fun, we are all young
Adult life has just begun
A new age is only starting
Packed our cases all set for embarking
On the journey of life
Our dreams spiral the wind like a kite
Will they stray left or sway right?
Will they leave the string and take flight?
Will they run riot in a gust?
Or will they become quiet and combust?
The dreams we lust float high
But will they just float by?
Will the fountain run dry?
As the pressure’s mounting
Will we become too shy?
The thought revolves
Around the walls
Will we evolve
When opportunity calls.

When opportunity knocks
Will we pull up our socks
And move the blocks
That aim to stop
For we are reaching that age
Where we have to progress a stage
Can we write the page
If we stand up and engage
Life, can we create and dictate
The way our fate shape?
Should we accept the food on our plate
Even though we don’t like the taste?
Remain still
And let time kill our will
Or look beyond the windowsill
And see the life we want to fulfil
Take action
For these notes aren’t adding
They’re subtracting
Might of strayed a fraction
Judge us on our reaction
Will we be reborn
Brew up a storm
Escape the norm
And outperform
Everyone’s expectations
Combine our imaginations
And achieve our aspirations
With blind dedication.

When life presents a groove
Will we find our strength and move
With those who are driven
Make a decision
To better our living
And start bidding
Farewell
To our enclosing shell
And begin to tell
Of the hopes that fell
Voice your dreams
Voice with screams
Voice your core
Voice with roar
And let hopes soar
Like they did before
Let them resurface
Regain their purpose
Let our life have meaning
Cause I can’t help feeling
Sometimes
As we pump our systems full of lines
We’ve fallen victim to the times
And in so doing fallen a little behind
But now we’ve told our hopes
We unfold our notes
Grab our coats
Stand at the door
Unaware
Of what lies in store
Though you can see in our stare
We know there’s more
And if we dare
We might just soar.
Now’s the time.

© Daniel Breslin

Thank you for your time
May time be good to you
If I seem passive or blind
Know it’s out of love for you.

Go do what’s right for you
That’s how life should be
Just because I don’t speak as others do
Doesn’t mean that I don’t see.

Love yourself as you should
Love and live without regret
It’s good to see you doing good
I always knew, you’d not reached your best.

Chase your goals
Chase your dreams
Feed your soul
And let it be seen.

© Daniel Breslin

You used to tell me all your dreams
From the night before
They might of never made sense
But mine never made more.

Shared your most private of thoughts
Showed so many emotions
No matter how cross
Always managed to remain open.

Now as time ticks on
And feelings disappear
I realise the value of what is gone
To which the cost seems ever dear.

© Daniel Breslin

The traps we set ourselves
That we don’t always see
Till snared in need of help
No one to blame or set you free.

© Daniel Breslin

Another side
A wilder side
A side
Some may hate to know.

A selfish side
On a pleasure ride
A side
With no pride to show.

A side that breathes
It has its needs
Which leads
Where it probably shouldn’t go.

A side that feeds
On selfish deeds
Sets its greed
On what it doesn’t know.

Though it lacks in charm
It means no harm
As it thrives
On base and low.

It needs to act
Despite the impact
Rarely thinks
Just needs to know.

Ignoring reason
Justifies treason
Embracing a heathen
Leaving guilty feeling it’s pleased to know.

Now everything else
Preventing expression of self
Become jailers
It thinks the lowest of low.

For life is its right
It’ll do what it likes
In the end
It will be better to go.

When it’s released
And pleasure is seeked
It looks to feast
Among similar beasts.

© Daniel Breslin

Georgie Best
Now your soul’s at rest
We’ll remember you were blessed
With a footballing finesse.
It was a terrible sad day
When we heard you passed away
We know how you loved to play
We watched you fade away
It’s true to say
We would love to have you here today
Love to hear what you have to say
When you fell ill, many began to pray.
Such a shame
But we’ll never forget your name
We watched and felt your pain
When it’s addiction, it’s harder to blame.
You brought such happiness to the masses
‘That’s Georgie Best he’ll whip your asses’
Watch you fly down the wing
No regular guy, you were a King
Made so many people proud
When they say your name
Best believe they say it loud
Still proud
Hear the thanks from the crowd
Thanks for all you gave
Georgie Best, George the brave
Watch you skip past defenders
And all other contenders
That’s what everyone remembers
Will outlast all your benders.
Such a taste for living
All errors willed forgiven
A troubled soul
Put in a role
Lost control
But you stole
Many a person’s heart
Made football a living art
We all mourned when you had to part
So adored I shouldn’t start.

There’s so much to say
Say a little if I may
Nineteen forty-six
Produced a whole bag of tricks
We get so many kicks
From watching old Georgie flicks.
Filled us all with pride
When we watched you slide
And glide
The envy of every side.
A whole world adored ya
We’re never going to get bored of
Watching all your magic
Made football fans addicts
Made a whole world believe
With Georgie on your side
There was nothing you could’t achieve.
Put you on the field
Watch opponents getting peeled
Skinned
Move to the right and skip back in
Leave defenders staring at the wind.
Destined
To be a champion
Georgie, you can bank on him
‘We’d chant for him
As they’d try and stamp on him.’
But you were too quick
One trick, one flick
Two skip
One kick
Magic
You had it.
One goal
‘He’s on a roll’
See you score
Hear them roar
Another score
They’d roar for more.
‘Watch him twist and turn you’
George, you’re missed, we mourn you.

Through this sad bereavement
We’ll remember your achievements
What a great career
European footballer of the year
Played the game with a unique veneer
Created the atmosphere
They were screaming in the tiers
Screaming your name for years
The fifth Beatle
An idol to the people
Strong in the tackle
Bestie’s hard to rattle
Never shied from a battle
In many an eye, you were the apple.
Glued to the TV in anticipation
You were truly an inspiration
That cheeky smile that would cross your lips
Dressed in style, dined with the rich
So agile on the pitch
If a little fragile off of it.
But we look between the lines
The drinking came with the times
And addiction is a kind of disease
Almost like watching you bending your knees
Skipping past defenders as you’d please
And you did it with such ease.
Many who sympathised
Were more often mesmerised
Let it be recognised
How you synchronised
Pace, skill, and passion
And you did it all while laughing.
Such a blend, all compact
Must recommend you don’t turn your back
George can defend and George can attack
Now it’s the end, I tip my hat.
And from amongst the crowd
As Georgie takes a rest
We want you to know you did us proud
We’ll always remember ‘The Best’.

© Daniel Breslin

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