Poems of Jean-Philippe Lesage Pier Roekeloos family matters
Pharisees keep your mouths closed. Discarded keys and locks of your gates. Sick skeletons with long necks stretched, hidden family matters in your soul's dark places
Let them sing, love, live and laugh. Everyday experience as Grace, a beautiful sunny day. Give them the dignity and pride of not only exists, but fully free living in their own life trajectory Live and let live
Who lies buried in the tomb? Who's thirsty watered? Whose name is on the stone? Who was loaned to us? Where will his tracks go? He laughed or he wept? and ... Now he just through the earth smarts but ... What led him here? What have we learned from? Nothing ...
Sluipers behind veils murmured words of pleasure from dark corners of small rooms where the truth lies and rotten! .. Seeds of weeds are planted in each ear and pantries of the head, the end product is stored! .. Slaves of the norm with cunning lies infected and are satisfied with the leftovers because the feast is prohibited! .. As thinking beings family matters are defenseless and believed others without hesitation or pause any fool would want the same!
There was a woman. Her name? dragqueenwitjie - as dull as a faded gecko. Har skin was pale, her face was red and she was honestly not nice. She tried - yes, a hundred times with Max Factor make-up.
However, sjympies yet, as far as I know, nothing ever wanted to help her eaten. family matters Yet she looked into the mirror's side: "Who is the most beautiful in the country?" And broke the mirror into seven pieces and gives the seven queer sobbing choose.
Written by petroleum. citizen | August 7, 2013, 11:49
Pharisees keep your mouths closed. Discarded keys and locks of your gates. Sick skeletons with long necks stretched, hidden family matters in your soul's dark places
Let them sing, love, live and laugh. Everyday experience as Grace, a beautiful sunny day. Give them the dignity and pride of not only exists, but fully free living in their own life trajectory Live and let live
Who lies buried in the tomb? Who's thirsty watered? Whose name is on the stone? Who was loaned to us? Where will his tracks go? He laughed or he wept? and ... Now he just through the earth smarts but ... What led him here? What have we learned from? Nothing ...
Sluipers behind veils murmured words of pleasure from dark corners of small rooms where the truth lies and rotten! .. Seeds of weeds are planted in each ear and pantries of the head, the end product is stored! .. Slaves of the norm with cunning lies infected and are satisfied with the leftovers because the feast is prohibited! .. As thinking beings family matters are defenseless and believed others without hesitation or pause any fool would want the same!
There was a woman. Her name? dragqueenwitjie - as dull as a faded gecko. Har skin was pale, her face was red and she was honestly not nice. She tried - yes, a hundred times with Max Factor make-up.
However, sjympies yet, as far as I know, nothing ever wanted to help her eaten. family matters Yet she looked into the mirror's side: "Who is the most beautiful in the country?" And broke the mirror into seven pieces and gives the seven queer sobbing choose.
Written by petroleum. citizen | August 7, 2013, 11:49
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