Madrason writer

Bronze Star - 2,610 Points (24-07-1967 / waalwijk netherlands)

Madrason writer Poems

1. A (D) Just Crime 3/24/2015
2. A Barker In Disguise 6/23/2014
3. A Big Black Why 4/21/2013
4. A Broken Vein 5/31/2013
5. A Cartier Clocked Career 1/9/2014
6. A Christmas Song Of Long And Olden 12/20/2013
7. A Fool In Despair 8/8/2013
8. A Maybe Baby 4/13/2014
9. A New Toots 11/7/2013
10. A Novel 9/30/2013
11. A Poem Born From Nakedness 1/1/2015
12. A Sufi Forgave 1/3/2014
13. A Sufi Wished 8/6/2014
14. A Touch Of We 4/28/2009
15. A Universe Of Sadness -new- 4/19/2015
16. A Wishful Guru Thinking 4/1/2015
17. A Woodpecker Pecked Wood. 9/30/2010
18. Aan Het Einder 8/8/2013
19. Aan Lesbos'Voeten 5/30/2014
20. Aan Vakantie Toe 2/8/2014
21. Aards 8/13/2013
22. Abraço Flamenco And Fado 5/13/2013
23. Abyss? 7/26/2013
24. Account For 7/26/2014
25. Ach Hippocrates 1/21/2015
26. Ach, Man En Vrouw 4/16/2014
27. Ach, Mannen Toch! 11/1/2014
28. Achter De Lens Zat Nog Een Glaasje 10/18/2014
29. Advocaat Dat Lepelt Geil! 11/13/2014
30. Afrikaans Kind 12/6/2013
31. Aisha Leeft 7/22/2013
32. Al Hun Wensen Vrij 5/14/2013
33. Algemeen Beschaamd Nederlands 3/29/2015
34. All Ears 12/6/2014
35. All In A Cell 12/8/2014
36. All Ready 9/30/2013
37. Alles Dat Ik Heb Geleerd 6/26/2014
38. Already There -new- 4/19/2015
39. Als De Poëzie Sterft 3/30/2015
40. Als Een Anker Zijn 12/21/2013
Best Poem of Madrason writer

At Lampedusa The Lights Went Down

Were guilty
touched the devil's skin
and sinned against
humanity
at Lampedusa
the lights went down
by Medusa
all those who frown
in heartbreak and despair
the water-tide
the dikes of human flesh
the stench is fresh
its turning floods
with corpses
drained from blood
we stained our soul
our whole community
Europa, Eureka we
Were guilty
touched the devil's skin
and sinned against
humanity
so let us show
some dignity! !
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03-10-2013

Madrason for the victims
now and in the past,
refugees which died ...

Read the full of At Lampedusa The Lights Went Down

They Crave Love

They Crave Love



If love is but a mere repeatedly frustration
there comes a time when things don't rhyme;
a curse such as this feeds automutilation,
a knife cuts fine fibers untíll life will chime
and escapes this impregnate........damnation



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