Madrason writer

Gold Star - 18,091 Points (24-07-1967 / waalwijk netherlands)

Madrason writer Poems

561. Niet 'Alleen' Het Kindje Droegen 6/4/2014
562. Recalcitrantaliteit 6/4/2014
563. Stomverbaasd Europa 6/6/2014
564. Love-Olution 6/9/2014
565. Big Mother Cares 6/9/2014
566. Gebedskleedje 6/11/2014
567. Welfare 6/11/2014
568. To Try Forever Justify 6/16/2014
569. How To Become Facemous 6/18/2014
570. It Ain'T So Wrong Song 6/21/2014
571. Van Zeeën & Woestijnen 6/23/2014
572. Leave Out All Surprise 6/23/2014
573. Soon To Be Ramified 6/23/2014
574. A Barker In Disguise 6/23/2014
575. God Bless All Gravity 6/23/2014
576. Just What I'Ll Settle For 6/23/2014
577. Alles Dat Ik Heb Geleerd 6/26/2014
578. Er Is Geen Dood 6/26/2014
579. Soefi Gezocht 6/26/2014
580. Moment Supreme 6/27/2014
581. Bernardo's Campagna 6/28/2014
582. Kom Dans Nu Maar Met Mij 6/28/2014
583. Oorlogsfotograaf 7/8/2014
584. Noriko En Ushio 7/10/2014
585. Gone... 7/10/2014
586. Feminine-Tijd 7/10/2014
587. Casa Vitae 7/10/2014
588. We Are 7/12/2014
589. Ruik De Rijkdom 7/12/2014
590. To Nuke The Mirror 7/12/2014
591. I Am A Slave 7/12/2014
592. De Wereld Kwijnde 7/19/2014
593. Boven De Mens'Lijkheid 7/25/2014
594. Noemer Bepaald 7/26/2014
595. Account For 7/26/2014
596. When One Falls To Fallacy 8/2/2014
597. Sensible 8/6/2014
598. A Sufi Wished 8/6/2014
599. Pacific 8/6/2014
600. Pneuma From My Breath 8/6/2014

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  • Zoila T. Flores Zoila T. Flores (7/12/2014 3:11:00 PM)

    Nice flaw of words about repentance.

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Best Poem of Madrason writer

Where The Future Has No Name

Voices from forests
move in to the cities
the Metropolitan blues
gets his voice
from strangers with
no choice
like Ghosts
they go back
just like they came
to where the future
has no name. M

for all the great forest people, C Turnbull,
G Schweinfurth and L Sarno and P Julien.

Read the full of Where The Future Has No Name

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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