by Danny Ballan | Aug 8, 2016 | Poetry
Sitting, daydreaming, flyingto the endless boundariesof a silver screen—the world is all at handwaiting yet to be seen,and hearts are up and running—desire inside so keento get by day by day—the world is all at hand,yet what does that wide world mean?Sitting,...
by Danny Ballan | Jun 27, 2016 | Poetry
The world is finally unitedto bring the champion down—no other will can fight itor take away a crown.To put the meat and feedthose little chicks appalledat a world of all they need;quenching is forever stalled.Sweating a day in and a day outon the face all left is but...
by Danny Ballan | Jun 22, 2016 | Poetry
I am the world—who are you?a god of some sorttrying to penetrate mewith your arduous sportand never-ending money?I am the world—what you’re offeringis already in me.Forgot my legs with your fancy cars,nature outside, I see now on your TV;enchained to my...
by Danny Ballan | Jun 9, 2016 | Poetry
What is today if not a bridge for tomorrow?They told us so to suck in all the painto promise a better day will come,a better sun will shinetomorrow which never comes—today will always be today.No conspiracy theory,you are writing now your history—no aliens, no secret...
by Danny Ballan | May 25, 2016 | Poetry
You devour me with every look—eyes blazing in a desertglimpsing a fleeting mirage;no matter how my lips moveyou see them revolving,no matter where I sitmy bottom’s the sun—you seek no other light;my legs are a crime so obviousto move left or rightor hold them tight to...
by Danny Ballan | May 24, 2016 | Poetry
They never needed mewhen they killed for fruit,flesh and sex and sustenance—proud were the days of manwhen he hunted his own mealmade love to his wife without the aidcrafted his own weapons, yet thatwasn’t so profitable for someto kill the world one by onewas too slow...
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