Madrason writer

Gold Star - 28,680 Points (24-07-1967 / waalwijk netherlands)

Madrason writer Poems

641. No Indulgence 9/21/2018
642. De Ander Gunnen 9/21/2018
643. Hoger 9/21/2018
644. Geen Tijd Te Verliezen 9/21/2018
645. Little Door 9/21/2018
646. Holim 9/21/2018
647. Vilein 9/22/2018
648. Liefde.... 9/22/2018
649. Winst 9/22/2018
650. Geweld 9/22/2018
651. Duivels 9/22/2018
652. Lach 9/22/2018
653. Mystiek 9/22/2018
654. Nooit Gedacht 9/22/2018
655. Flora 9/22/2018
656. Warsheid 9/22/2018
657. Moeders 9/22/2018
658. Being 9/23/2018
659. Zoekend 9/26/2018
660. Kent Zijn Tijd 9/26/2018
661. Ofkip 9/26/2018
662. Wat Wil Je Nu Echt 9/26/2018
663. Surprised Myself 9/26/2018
664. Perfect Timing 9/26/2018
665. Perspectief.. 9/26/2018
666. Kunstzin 9/26/2018
667. Bezinning 9/27/2018
668. Stilte 9/27/2018
669. Silence 9/27/2018
670. De Lijn 9/27/2018
671. Luchtig 9/27/2018
672. Voor Alle Berthes 9/29/2018
673. Die Ene Kus 9/29/2018
674. Memory Stuff 10/3/2018
675. Van Dingen Die.. 10/3/2018
676. Sparrendaal / Scheut.. 10/3/2018
677. Brilletje Nodig 10/4/2018
678. De Pendule 10/6/2018
679. Commercie 10/7/2018
680. Slimme Foontje 10/7/2018

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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

Homo Universalensis

Homo universalensis


I do not look at thee
as if upon a honeybee
afraid if thy might sting
but rather as a cherrytree
that blossoms in the spring
you are not man nor woman
but of them all first human
a flower to be admired
a light desiring to be fired
your heart is beating at my door
in room 3, four or five
you jumped into my life
and pumped your virtues through
a Golden Bough to do
it is my deepest plight
here on my knees I might
bow seven times for
je t'aime and je t'adore
you and you, yes you.........

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Value Of Life

They say I am special
have to work the 12 a day
for I am special they say
the bullet missed me
like I missed my self
could it set me free
of my condemned half
the bullet missed again
it isn't even war, just rain

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