by Danny Ballan | Oct 25, 2016 | Poetry
To become, to bewhat else does it takebut a strong will makesway to a coming hurricanewho else does it takein a world full of toolsamong those fools but meTo take a journey or whineand a drink poured dryin a bottomless glassto fill the memory with mistalas like...
by Danny Ballan | Sep 20, 2016 | Poetry
The world is full of woo–everybody knows who they want to bebut nobody knows who’s who;the world is full of heartsyet few are beating straight and true;the nose of Cruzthe Kidman’s arms, the Jolie’s legs,somebody’s breast and butt and lips,someone...
by Danny Ballan | Aug 10, 2016 | Poetry
Running off the course of time–I dream so high, so big that flamescould not burn a heart made of steel,nerves breaking to nothing, and a frownlooking at the future ahead enduringall the misguided slings and broken rhymes,I hold the course anyhow, eyes ahead–I’m...
by Danny Ballan | Aug 9, 2016 | Poetry
Who am I?I am the wind cutting through treesso gently, they call me a breeze–so sweet, they bow to meand I go my way,but they stay;eternal like the light of day–I blow and they sway.Who am I?I am the voice you hear in the deep–when the end seems to creepto judge you...
by Danny Ballan | Aug 8, 2016 | Poetry
She rests her head, so heavy, so wearied on her fistlooking at her screen or way beyond the wordsshe tries to translate, or should she translate the signs–That paper copy as plan B when too long have the eyesbeen fixed on inkless words till no longer the eyes can seea...
by Danny Ballan | Aug 8, 2016 | Poetry
Crazy, like God–everyone believes in me,yet everyone does not give a damnabout whence I came,they all but hold a guaranteethat I never leave.So sure so securewhen they have me–coins in their pockets,a raging river with endless uproara body melting towards the...
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