Poetry by

Jeff Ballas

Country : Spain/UK

Deliverance



Face to face down the barrel of a gun
A flash of your past rushes by
Who is he ,who was he
He was but a lone gunner like you

Just a number in a book
Issued with a killing machine
Photos in his pocket
Just like you

My legs feel warm my heart is pounding
I feel at ease , as one
What is this feeling
DEATH.................................LoStbOy....................................2003ste

 

Jeff Balas

 

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The Dark Room









Walk into my Darkest Nightmare
Please be welcome , except my humblest blessings
For you have stepped over the mark of your last day
Tread wearily my friend

Feel the warm death upon your face
Except it , except no substitutes
Enter with your own free will
Do'nt hold back, you aren`t it

Its like a wave of emotion
Like what you always wanted
Lying there thinking was no good
To do was always the thoughts

Now upon your shoulder
That guilt of depression has lifted
Walk hand in hand with your maker
Live Die Live Die Live Die

The choice is yours.................... LoStbOy......................



Jeff Balas


just for today

My day has come, was on a card
Written long ago, face down
On a table of spilt beer
Cigarette ends and mud are near

Why does he look at me that way
Squint eyes and sad or mad
Leave me alone I want the daylight
Tomorrow I need to see my love
She awaits my return or will it be heaven

Please be an ace, I need to win
Just one more color, please
The squeak of leather on jeans
Its getting close to that time

I think its my time to win
God the foul stench of cigars
The dry taste of whisky
Please be it, please, click

The rush of blood, I feel it
My ears pound ,my heart is racing
Its too warm, my chest aches
my light is fading ,I lost the draw

Lostboy

 

My Life Her Life


An American dream she was to be mine
Typing thru` the early hours
Love at first type
Could she be mine, was this her

Canadian girl seemed to be alone
Left with all her life intact but me
Now she knew me from British land
Intrigued we hope she will be mine

Can we fool her to be alone
Believe the hype and foolish needs
Like what has gone before and worse
Here we again and again

Is there ever love here abounds a fool
Believe a clown in a mask
You are forever doomed

Lostboy
 

Look Cross-eyed I

Can only say I followed her, in a dream
Asleep so out of it, way gone in some where
She was so old, like 50 or more, why was she so attractive
I wanted to love her, in her misery, like a lowlife
We walked, well I followed her,
they looked from above on the old floors of a disused factory
They spat on us, I think in desperation
Were they jealous, I think so
 went to her flat, a shambles, filthy squall or
We made love, didn’t want to be there long
My train was waiting, I felt lost, didn’t know my own life
Follow me, please be patient for me
I walked for miles,
lost never knowing where I was, scared to be honest
For it was just part of my on going dream
An occurring nightmare, who is she, what does she want
She’ll be back, what do I know, haunting me for ever,
Can’t sleep no more, for the thought of her gaunt face
Pulling me to her bosom, who is she, just wish she was on her own
She is just a lie, my imagination, for sure a dream ,

Lostboy

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