by Danny Ballan | Mar 21, 2016 | Poetry
Whispers from the days long gone come back;no more than a friend preserved for old agedwindling toward the height of youth to returna giant near the end of life— when all realities fade,all of who you are is no match to one lost dream—that little child chasing a kite...
by Danny Ballan | Mar 16, 2016 | Archive
The painting by Caravaggio is about a beautiful widow named Judith decapitating the head of Holofernes. The story in short is that she tried to do what her countrymen could never do. She used her charms to get close to General Holofernes, and one night when she was...
by Danny Ballan | Mar 14, 2016 | Archive
If you can keep your head when all about youAre losing theirs and blaming it on you,If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,But make allowance for their doubting too;If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,Or being...
by Danny Ballan | Mar 14, 2016 | Archive
One day they woke up naked, broke and desperate with nothing left to fight or die for, so they led the way back to the heart of the city flaming every corner with the things they learned from war: giving speeches, selling dreams and harvesting the wind. When they...
by Danny Ballan | Mar 9, 2016 | Poetry
Too deep like an iceberg I see nothing but the tip—the truth well hides, the part well seen means nothingI haven’t been told more than anybody else.I, a flower, hold but a little root for who I am,all your eyes can see is my entirety verbatim—the fragrance, the sweet...
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