by Danny Ballan | Nov 29, 2017 | 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 | Nov 27, 2017 | Poetry
I belong to no countryyou may war against,and tomorrow’s placeI find, for my head,under your military boots,and the roaring thunderof your steel shaking my ground.I belong to no race,where a color mismatchcan take your reason away,and all your eyes can seeis but a...
by Danny Ballan | Nov 25, 2017 | Poetry
I’m running naked as the skythe fields, the crops overgrownsweat beads no more deliberately formedon a wrinkled forehead so tiredof looking to see the road aheadhaving abided by every law, I’ve been marchingfor days and nights, one by one like leaves of fallthey fell...
by Danny Ballan | Nov 22, 2017 | 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 right or hold them tight...
by Danny Ballan | Nov 20, 2017 | Poetry
You have bolted the moonand the sun;in the darkness of my room,I’ll rekindle hope.You have exiled abroadall fledgling dreams;I will fetch the lost sheepin my hometown.You have claimed the land,divided into farms—like tearing the robes of Christ,crucified to death;Just...
by Danny Ballan | Nov 17, 2017 | Poetry
Spotted in no man’s landsearching the dead picturing a future junkyardwith him in the middle an everlasting elementsomething to sell and perhaps something edibleno sell-by date can frighten that old hungerin this young skinny belly, a monster terrified moreI skipped...
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