by Danny Ballan | Feb 9, 2016 | Poetry
Stumbling around upon some friends of late and ones once lived in the distant pastwatching them go by like ghosts or angels, mere heart-chewing animals and fiery demonsno one can touch mine; I’ve too much preserved who it is—the world cannot touch what’s mineI walk...
by Danny Ballan | Feb 1, 2016 | Poetry
The crowd, the street was full,all gathered around that green manlike a Christmas Turkey,seemingly weak,they were all readyto stab him with their knives,and victory to the human race—survived another alien attack;the rest were in the books,this one was so real.I...
by Danny Ballan | Jan 26, 2016 | Archive
What is that you already know about the creation of Adam? Is it that he was the father of man, and indeed the first human in this world? Is it that he was the first man with a message from God? Is it the first symbol of religion that we have in history?What is the...
by Danny Ballan | Jan 26, 2016 | Archive
Is death always watching and waiting for the right time to claim our lives? Are we always in its shadow from the moment we are born to the last moment?There are all sorts of people in the face of death as it knows no age or gender? Is it the ultimate just player in...
by Danny Ballan | Jan 26, 2016 | Archive
Who is this woman in the picture? Why is she lying on the grass looking at that house in the horizon? Her name was Christina and her story might be different from what you thought, but it does not matter what the real story was; it only matters what you think it is.Is...
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