Madrason writer

Gold Star - 22,813 Points (24-07-1967 / waalwijk netherlands)

Madrason writer Poems

1161. Meestercirkel 10/16/2014
1162. Inkeer 10/16/2014
1163. Onthechten 10/16/2014
1164. Zwevende Struisvogel 10/16/2014
1165. Kietelbaar 10/16/2014
1166. Voor Sarah 10/18/2014
1167. Ik Draag Het Graag 10/18/2014
1168. Speciaal Voor Jou 10/18/2014
1169. Achter De Lens Zat Nog Een Glaasje 10/18/2014
1170. For-Given 10/19/2014
1171. The Perfect Rose 10/19/2014
1172. Wholeheartedness 10/19/2014
1173. At Nights 10/21/2014
1174. Sla Me, Verblindt Me. 10/22/2014
1175. Momentum.. 10/26/2014
1176. Human & Mens 10/27/2014
1177. Beauty Passes Bye 10/26/2014
1178. Schuurt Zo Aan Je Oren 11/1/2014
1179. Herfsttij Der Millennia 11/1/2014
1180. Starend Uit Het Raam 11/1/2014
1181. Wandeling 11/1/2014
1182. Dakloos En Ontheemd 11/3/2014
1183. We Wont Accept 11/3/2014
1184. Awareness 11/3/2014
1185. Child Forever 11/3/2014
1186. Hope We Learn! ! 11/3/2014
1187. Het Schreeuwen Moe 11/3/2014
1188. Ze Is 11/5/2014
1189. Knipoog Naar Open Geesten! ! 11/8/2014
1190. Potjes Breken 11/10/2014
1191. Mighty Soul 11/10/2014
1192. Hayku's: Bezielde 11/10/2014
1193. Stof Van Je Vleugels 11/10/2014
1194. Where I' Were There 11/10/2014
1195. I'Ll Duck Hopefully 11/10/2014
1196. She's Ready... 11/10/2014
1197. Sinned... 11/12/2014
1198. Featured 11/12/2014
1199. Geen Probleem 11/13/2014
1200. Not To Walk Away 11/13/2014

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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.

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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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