Wednesday, September 19, 2012
LIBERTINE
LIBERTINE
Only this life a libertine
That both surrendered without measure
And now when your life ends,
Truly looking for another destination?
In such a scenario as in me hallucinate
Missing an exit of the maze,
Because who does not doubt enters,
How the lens becomes cloudy.
Rather different direction where the meeting
And it every step the mismatch
Forging new day, same ages,
Do you not see how this superb emotion
And segues without thinking toward
Where in gentle stops, I see the beasts...
MARCOS LOURES
Orgasmic madness
Orgasmic madness
The prostitute, the old, this boy
The sums of the voids among many
And when they had covered themselves with such robes
Rather than you thought folly
Experiencing so a diamond
Delirium between flares, more charms,
And the more mistakes leftovers
Louder this hell I hear a hymn.
The depths of dreams, there is nothing
Otherwise this sad scenario of
It has no shade but diverse
And I see between desires, naked muses
And the more wishes, the more you abuse,
Orgasmic moment, and immersed in it.
MARCOS LOURES
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Against the fury
Against the
fury
Nothing can
rage against
Who tries a chance?
And if I see
in such a whimper
The path where
to go
Unaware of
such negligence
The path while
bid
Always
bringing the harsh insult
What indeed
reach us?
Summarizing
this hope
And in which cannot
be tamed
Reducing all
dream.
I pretend
nothing, or even mourning
As time
shrewdest
Brings how
decompose.
MARCOS LOURES
THE EMPIRE OF SENSE
THE EMPIRE OF SENSE
Heir of this Kingdom demonic
Satan, in a sovereign joy and celebration,
So when thinking about baleful
Surely another face aphrodisiac
And with this truth to be manic
Where is any thought of crack
Enters the heart and thus lends
Hedonic portal, heavenly.
While ruling the Empire of sense
Taken by pangs of libido,
Eclectic sir, said the power,
And thus prove to be naked
Horrible serpent? Silly mistake
It is beautiful and tempting as sovereign.
MARCOS LOURES
Monday, September 17, 2012
CAROUSEL
CAROUSEL
Sipping every drop of this gall
Where my life is done,
And as much as can more acidic,
Denying any light, killing the sky.
And I see this scenario crueler,
The door had thought destroyed,
The risk of dreaming, no longer doubt
Diving in this huge carousel
Offish in the past, today venial,
How should prove unequal
Way translated into pain and death,
I could not conceive of any encouragement,
And so when delivered to suffering,
Only the rot now comforts me.
MARCOS LOURES
Sipping every drop of this gall
Where my life is done,
And as much as can more acidic,
Denying any light, killing the sky.
And I see this scenario crueler,
The door had thought destroyed,
The risk of dreaming, no longer doubt
Diving in this huge carousel
Offish in the past, today venial,
How should prove unequal
Way translated into pain and death,
I could not conceive of any encouragement,
And so when delivered to suffering,
Only the rot now comforts me.
MARCOS LOURES
NEST OF SNAKES
NEST OF SNAKES
A nest of snakes showing
Where one day wanted quieter
The day serene and peaceful strut,
Trying to be less well milder
But from what I gather, where and when
The weather does not appear in this style,
And when folly, and finally distill
I get poison, returning
I translate the reality of this world
Where I delve with terror
And I see my portrait mirror.
Because they could be serene
Gradually I also lose direction
Drinking which certainly gave the luck.
MARCOS LOURES
A nest of snakes showing
Where one day wanted quieter
The day serene and peaceful strut,
Trying to be less well milder
But from what I gather, where and when
The weather does not appear in this style,
And when folly, and finally distill
I get poison, returning
I translate the reality of this world
Where I delve with terror
And I see my portrait mirror.
Because they could be serene
Gradually I also lose direction
Drinking which certainly gave the luck.
MARCOS LOURES
MAJESTIC SCENERY
MAJESTIC SCENERY
Where in fact nothing theme,
The weight of the overhanging live in fury,
I cannot even whimper with fear
My soul does not support some handcuffs
And whenever fiercer blasphemous
Knowing this only as neglect
The lot is now demonstrates spurious
And discern different gem.
Nuggets from fake jewels
Thus each time longer delay
Estates that brought in hearty enjoyment,
My world does not even see it
How much within me ever collapse
Once a majestic setting...
MARCOS LOURES
Where in fact nothing theme,
The weight of the overhanging live in fury,
I cannot even whimper with fear
My soul does not support some handcuffs
And whenever fiercer blasphemous
Knowing this only as neglect
The lot is now demonstrates spurious
And discern different gem.
Nuggets from fake jewels
Thus each time longer delay
Estates that brought in hearty enjoyment,
My world does not even see it
How much within me ever collapse
Once a majestic setting...
MARCOS LOURES
My adventurous soul
My adventurous soul
Bored try some voice
That can transcend life itself
And who knows how much longer doubt
The pitch is spent in fierce tone,
And none of what was once executioner
Let’s see if another output
And being thus death away
In perhaps fortunate to be atrocious.
Heard any hymn in praise such
And with each day more horror
Recorded within the adventurous soul,
Immersed in this immense pandemonium,
The end is truly worth
I leave to those who still want me...
MARCOS LOURES
Bored try some voice
That can transcend life itself
And who knows how much longer doubt
The pitch is spent in fierce tone,
And none of what was once executioner
Let’s see if another output
And being thus death away
In perhaps fortunate to be atrocious.
Heard any hymn in praise such
And with each day more horror
Recorded within the adventurous soul,
Immersed in this immense pandemonium,
The end is truly worth
I leave to those who still want me...
MARCOS LOURES
MOVING FORWARD
MOVING FORWARD
Already regretting not move on
And once in a while I try new bait,
The life taking me to the same mud
And each day it presents itself,
Where could be the whole
Surely even half presents itself,
Luck was certainly went missing
The dream every gloomy I do not prune,
And I plot plots in this putrid
That while I could view both misleading
Experiencing the clumsy misappropriation,
Now in gruesome scene diversion
The fleeting direction of an old river
On the banks of this hell, I meet.
MARCOS LOURES
Already regretting not move on
And once in a while I try new bait,
The life taking me to the same mud
And each day it presents itself,
Where could be the whole
Surely even half presents itself,
Luck was certainly went missing
The dream every gloomy I do not prune,
And I plot plots in this putrid
That while I could view both misleading
Experiencing the clumsy misappropriation,
Now in gruesome scene diversion
The fleeting direction of an old river
On the banks of this hell, I meet.
MARCOS LOURES
LOST HIGHWAY
LOST HIGHWAY
Pleasures that lead to empty
Delivered in triumphant moments,
I see only the posts as
The weather became much colder.
And when this ghost, I finally recreate,
Touched by the joys of the crystals,
Where would show in masterly
Moments, which both challenge.
Rereading every page of life
The road that I realize now lost,
Leads to the most terrible folly,
But how can I be so diverse,
If walking scrotum immersed in this world,
A rough traveler, a clandestine...
MARCOS LOURES
ME AND YOU
ME AND YOU
United by love, same placenta
What unites both in designing and in?
Presence as equal, diverse hedge,
And when in time, already giving encouragement.
Beaten by the fury of the storm
Where every joy insane drinks
The body is perceived extolling
And even peace still holds.
Bearing my mistakes, do not proceed
And occasionally I try, I'm with you
Know of another happiest moment.
But to lose myself in the path excuse,
The fury of empty seduce me
And what makes me well wanted.
MARCOS LOURES
United by love, same placenta
What unites both in designing and in?
Presence as equal, diverse hedge,
And when in time, already giving encouragement.
Beaten by the fury of the storm
Where every joy insane drinks
The body is perceived extolling
And even peace still holds.
Bearing my mistakes, do not proceed
And occasionally I try, I'm with you
Know of another happiest moment.
But to lose myself in the path excuse,
The fury of empty seduce me
And what makes me well wanted.
MARCOS LOURES
DAGGERS
DAGGERS
Daggers riveted everyone in my chest,
Words you said in the past,
And as far as I dismembered
Living the insane warmth of bed,
Now when I lie down at last in death,
Fleeting, I try even new destination
But my path demarcated
Not accepting more spurious claim,
Rather nefarious life who tries
Winning in meekness any storm
And you know dissonant emotions
So to perpetrate this way,
I know I actually am alone,
And nothing, not forgiveness now exposes ...
MARCOS LOURES
Arachnids
Arachnids
Scorpions, spiders and snakes,
Hideous exposed face; thereof that
You spoke so often and see if
Several of you had shown me that both
Always bringing the knife between your teeth
The all promised? Not believed
In burden and try to live where is it?
The lots were never sighted...
Inheriting legacy which this arachnid
Unfortunate moment in such bargaining
Carries death in life and nothing brings
Otherwise this emptiness you gave me,
Generating terror within me and plague,
In most atrocious face, hard and biting...
MARCOS LOURES
Scorpions, spiders and snakes,
Hideous exposed face; thereof that
You spoke so often and see if
Several of you had shown me that both
Always bringing the knife between your teeth
The all promised? Not believed
In burden and try to live where is it?
The lots were never sighted...
Inheriting legacy which this arachnid
Unfortunate moment in such bargaining
Carries death in life and nothing brings
Otherwise this emptiness you gave me,
Generating terror within me and plague,
In most atrocious face, hard and biting...
MARCOS LOURES
LOOK...
LOOK...
Down waterfalls and cascades
Resist time when it had been able to
Generate within me immense beast
And therein discounting such bravado
The hours could unwise
Drink than a day in spring
Thought and when I saw despairs
While our ties, unties you
Resist the most terrible moments
And I know how likely suffering
I'll have to make me different from you,
And the more I fight and I cannot,
Planting every no, my loneliness,
In look, I know feared and so perverse.
MARCOS LOURES
Down waterfalls and cascades
Resist time when it had been able to
Generate within me immense beast
And therein discounting such bravado
The hours could unwise
Drink than a day in spring
Thought and when I saw despairs
While our ties, unties you
Resist the most terrible moments
And I know how likely suffering
I'll have to make me different from you,
And the more I fight and I cannot,
Planting every no, my loneliness,
In look, I know feared and so perverse.
MARCOS LOURES
MY FUTURE
MY FUTURE
Death is entering me in tracing
Every day another new wear
And without being able to rely on both the rod
The world is slowly collapsing,
And I know that my future is so nefarious
During that lived outside a fret,
And now with the shit you brought,
What little I have left shattering.
Sparks do not allow sick forge
Where the flame finally empties
Blazing withheld, order unclean,
In both plots than I challenge
Life unfolds is so bitter
And this immense insanity I delve...
MARCOS LOURES
Death is entering me in tracing
Every day another new wear
And without being able to rely on both the rod
The world is slowly collapsing,
And I know that my future is so nefarious
During that lived outside a fret,
And now with the shit you brought,
What little I have left shattering.
Sparks do not allow sick forge
Where the flame finally empties
Blazing withheld, order unclean,
In both plots than I challenge
Life unfolds is so bitter
And this immense insanity I delve...
MARCOS LOURES
HAND THAT YOU BLESS
HAND THAT YOU BLESS
How is this stealing juice
In which the show is ecstatic,
Maybe you already seem some sin,
The enjoyment that I want and always assume,
On being happy as I get used,
And I know that many times frantic,
The world concealing a message,
Wilds of more profane me perfume.
Where one could know who and change,
having no more shame, even virtue,
Yearning for orgasm and nothing but,
the fury of tempestas? Transient,
The hand that blesses you, treacherous
Hell, it actually contains.
MARCOS LOURES
THE SOURCE OF ILLUSIONS
THE SOURCE OF ILLUSIONS
As the remains of a soul so stupid
The source of endless illusions
And it exposes me each day you
In so subtle and sometimes tender.
But to be realizing the chrysalis
That one day will become libertarian,
How unveil now
Leaving my face now pale,
Calms me know the end of the game,
And both can defeat even in such
Change out that old route,
Never heard so request and pray,
It seduces me what I could and could not,
But nothing is better than fantasy...
MARCOS LOURES
DELIVERED TO THE BEASTS
DELIVERED TO THE BEASTS
The world delivered to the beasts and here I am
Taking my ice cream calmly
And as time becomes hot
Greater certainty than this saw,
The rotten feeling which I sipped
As much as you may still submit
The death of another fact, happier,
Bringing maybe not met,
Wears me the terror being and nothing,
Just past some addendum
Inside the wilds of this will,
And both could have on me,
Still any flower, orchard, garden,
But as I see no irrigation?
MARCOS LOURES
Degraded
Degraded
Decrees to terror every look
And occasionally try some disguise
Because life itself destroys us
Not having tempesta after another moonlight
How much is needed to get used
With all the fake made this place
Transcends what could imagine
While not sneaky noted
The fury that produced both
Even with terror and being the crosshairs
Death I look at every instant,
The thug marionette on a dive
Playing defense without the boulder,
I become in such a degrading beast...
MARCOS LOURES
Decrees to terror every look
And occasionally try some disguise
Because life itself destroys us
Not having tempesta after another moonlight
How much is needed to get used
With all the fake made this place
Transcends what could imagine
While not sneaky noted
The fury that produced both
Even with terror and being the crosshairs
Death I look at every instant,
The thug marionette on a dive
Playing defense without the boulder,
I become in such a degrading beast...
MARCOS LOURES
Monstrously
Monstrously
A delicate monster, terrible beast,
That dwells within me and naked
At the same luck and desired changes
Transformation that life itself generates
I have always been under this panther
And it certainly much helps
While one realizes more girl
The face that this time degenerates.
I reside in these dens, hordes
And when you see new days and you approach
Do not try to disguise reality.
Because each step dictates otherwise,
Where is thought toward,
Every con I feel degrades.
MARCOS LOURES
IN THE HANDS OF FRIENDSHIP
IN THE HANDS OF FRIENDSHIP
It is always necessary confidence
Step that would enable strong
Changing our north in a second
It is a basis for hope in life.
And so the soft hands of friendship
Against the reality of a love,
Based on expectations of equality,
In a fabulous time to compose.
The dream of a better life,
Bringing whom so much faith battle
Knowing this history has color,
Fighting all the time, I go to
Be able take into my arms rare linden
What shape is the love of a family...?
MARCOS LOURES
Herculean strength
Herculean strength
My eyes filled with terror,
Bearing size prejudice
And often being more concise,
I cannot compose new either,
If it were me beyond horror
What certainly lost all wisdom?
Sail against the force of inaccurate
Ocean without knowing what they propose.
Herculean strength dictates this demon
And as much as you can each hormone
Dictating my future since
In paths of pleasure, so many orgasms
After losing to me in disenchantment,
I freeze, even in me being summer.
MARCOS LOURES
My eyes filled with terror,
Bearing size prejudice
And often being more concise,
I cannot compose new either,
If it were me beyond horror
What certainly lost all wisdom?
Sail against the force of inaccurate
Ocean without knowing what they propose.
Herculean strength dictates this demon
And as much as you can each hormone
Dictating my future since
In paths of pleasure, so many orgasms
After losing to me in disenchantment,
I freeze, even in me being summer.
MARCOS LOURES
Remains
Remains
Remains that looting of the past
Bringing a new cut for me,
Where takes my death,
And just leave it where legacy
Corpse that cultivation with boredom,
Having no one to really behave,
Surely transcends to their fate
Surely your way, Unlimited.
Perish when I see my portrait
And as much as I can myself tract
I usually commit the errors,
If I bring pure damage within the soul,
Certainty of calms me now empty,
Death to finalize its opinion...
MARCOS LOURES
Remains that looting of the past
Bringing a new cut for me,
Where takes my death,
And just leave it where legacy
Corpse that cultivation with boredom,
Having no one to really behave,
Surely transcends to their fate
Surely your way, Unlimited.
Perish when I see my portrait
And as much as I can myself tract
I usually commit the errors,
If I bring pure damage within the soul,
Certainty of calms me now empty,
Death to finalize its opinion...
MARCOS LOURES
BITTERSWEET
BITTERSWEET
I see caricatured face when
I recognize myself in the mirror every wrinkle,
And having actually like flight
Moment thought that turning
In the hands of this demon demonstrating
Where takes luck or even rent,
My soul every farce more wrinkles
Portrait shaping up so nefarious.
And I'm always good company,
Never walked alone and could not
Know of heresies were it not
Life partner of misfortunes
And when you believe in other directions
Do not you see where you are demon bittersweet...?
MARCOS LOURES
I see caricatured face when
I recognize myself in the mirror every wrinkle,
And having actually like flight
Moment thought that turning
In the hands of this demon demonstrating
Where takes luck or even rent,
My soul every farce more wrinkles
Portrait shaping up so nefarious.
And I'm always good company,
Never walked alone and could not
Know of heresies were it not
Life partner of misfortunes
And when you believe in other directions
Do not you see where you are demon bittersweet...?
MARCOS LOURES
Inconsistencies
Inconsistencies
Saved this cage, inconsistencies
Hideous look taking this horizon
Well before my step disappoint
I do not want or need more clemencies
Woven by the hands of innocence
Taking huge pollution source,
I cannot and perhaps even point
The deaths that I carry on bullying.
I welcome my ghosts and avenge me
Though he knows well every Sunday
The weight of the week to come,
Accrued pain and discord
I do not want nor intend for such shenanigans
Reap what they planted here or there.
MARCOS LOURES
PIER
PIER
Among feral jackals in ambush
The path I follow is shown
In the absence of hope more loved,
While loneliness thus spreads,
I still see the distance, sand and beach
During the lifetime sailed
Seeking any pier, but nothing sustains
Just me asking me to go in vain.
I am reluctant to even realize the chance
And as much as raging already moving forward
In grasping this delusion shipwreck
But life mistreats and as I know,
So it is that makes your law
And certainly always this immense goodwill.
But nothing is better than fantasy...
MARCOS LOURES
Among feral jackals in ambush
The path I follow is shown
In the absence of hope more loved,
While loneliness thus spreads,
I still see the distance, sand and beach
During the lifetime sailed
Seeking any pier, but nothing sustains
Just me asking me to go in vain.
I am reluctant to even realize the chance
And as much as raging already moving forward
In grasping this delusion shipwreck
But life mistreats and as I know,
So it is that makes your law
And certainly always this immense goodwill.
But nothing is better than fantasy...
MARCOS LOURES
Fickle heart
Fickle heart
Terrible fate, what to do?
Only walking and nothing else,
I watch the landslides ancestors
And I say, have to some pleasure,
But when dipping into my being
Longings and desires animals
Bearing demons without ever
Power to grant such wishes.
I'm being fickle heart
And it is perceived direction
Unusual that so often dictates
The direction of those who try and by a whisker
Already having a scar tattooed,
Condemns is certainly in vain misery...
MARCOS LOURES
Terrible fate, what to do?
Only walking and nothing else,
I watch the landslides ancestors
And I say, have to some pleasure,
But when dipping into my being
Longings and desires animals
Bearing demons without ever
Power to grant such wishes.
I'm being fickle heart
And it is perceived direction
Unusual that so often dictates
The direction of those who try and by a whisker
Already having a scar tattooed,
Condemns is certainly in vain misery...
MARCOS LOURES
TRANSFORM INTO
TRANSFORM INTO
Lying on the shadows of what was
Meeting this satanic figure,
And when one realizes so tenderly,
Death in my veins follows and flows.
The devil as always this influence
In step that truly transforms
Although you seem crazy,
Reveals what certainly envision and falls
I could not force against the most insane
And as often as unholy soul
Hedonic demon touched me,
So when cure loneliness
In the wilds of this hell the solution
Non-healing, painful bedsore...
MARCOS LOURES
Lying on the shadows of what was
Meeting this satanic figure,
And when one realizes so tenderly,
Death in my veins follows and flows.
The devil as always this influence
In step that truly transforms
Although you seem crazy,
Reveals what certainly envision and falls
I could not force against the most insane
And as often as unholy soul
Hedonic demon touched me,
So when cure loneliness
In the wilds of this hell the solution
Non-healing, painful bedsore...
MARCOS LOURES
THE WEBS OF FRIENDSHIP
THE WEBS OF FRIENDSHIP
A soul needs this support
And go your way when you come
Bringing joy rare goods
Making the most sublime gentle stream,
And the life that makes being a train
Wandering among the various spans sneers
Find the expression that you have in peace
Just hearty wheat without chaff,
Amiga thank you each sentence.
And even when life is secure in pain
You bring solace in that fact
Supersedes any fear, desire or boredom,
And it now conceive this remedy
In webs of friendship so divine!
MARCOS LOURES
Pities
Pities
Washing my sins with pities
That bring both sad and bitter end
The situation would be so happy
The world done in error, vacancies tears
And so often atrocious tone dash
The table woven meekness
If I want to love and even damnation
This is where it becomes a firm voice,
Auguries between dreams, vile path,
Reviews customary and journeys
Indeed among many ill-fated,
So maybe make me happier.
Repair the shadow of this excuse mist,
And all this in vain hope fades away...
MARCOS LOURES
Washing my sins with pities
That bring both sad and bitter end
The situation would be so happy
The world done in error, vacancies tears
And so often atrocious tone dash
The table woven meekness
If I want to love and even damnation
This is where it becomes a firm voice,
Auguries between dreams, vile path,
Reviews customary and journeys
Indeed among many ill-fated,
So maybe make me happier.
Repair the shadow of this excuse mist,
And all this in vain hope fades away...
MARCOS LOURES
Sunday, September 16, 2012
EMPIRICAL
EMPIRICAL
Takes care of the pain my meager mind
And both sailing in filthy water,
Luck in the void deepens
Erratic and satanic behold the empirical
Way I do in tone ethyl
And vacant by the hordes most fearsome,
The dreams if I had; essential
Famished figure, a so idyllic
I cannot ignore this chimera
For her to absorb every breath,
In this as in abyss shoot me now
Only loneliness still waiting
Who had wanted some peace,
And only a shroud meets...
MARCOS LOURES
MOVING FORWARD
MOVING FORWARD
Already regretting not move on
And once in a while I try new bait,
The life taking me to the same mud
And each day it presents itself,
Where could be the whole?
Surely even half presents itself,
Luck was certainly went missing
The dream every gloomy I do not prune,
And I plot plots in this putrid
That while I could view both misleading
Experiencing the clumsy misappropriation,
Now in gruesome scene diversion
The fleeting direction of an old river
On the banks of this hell, I meet.
MARCOS LOURES
SINS
SINS
My confessions, errors, sins
He never allowed me to salvation
While life traces the breeze
Turning to my various spans and illusions,
Do not let even more mere scraps,
Not try new days, they will come
Only these failures without summer
Winters every day in these meadows.
Churches and polluting demons
How much could be endless
Scenario decomposed without tenderness.
Way without even having a moment
Where could without torment,
Left much bitterness for me ...
MARCOS LOURES
TO SATAN
TO SATAN
Inside fortunately this way
This leads to my dear Satan
And I have this rage, the overwhelming peace
Which I did and why harmful,
Raising a toast to the Devil, go alone
And although it actually does,
How I became rude and even scathing,
Bleeding every verse, trace the nest.
I do not want your forgiveness nor precise,
If life always draws a prejudice
What good is thus mercy
The fiercest step that still give
Turns anything without that
In most sublime yearning of discord ...
MARCOS LOURES
Inside fortunately this way
This leads to my dear Satan
And I have this rage, the overwhelming peace
Which I did and why harmful,
Raising a toast to the Devil, go alone
And although it actually does,
How I became rude and even scathing,
Bleeding every verse, trace the nest.
I do not want your forgiveness nor precise,
If life always draws a prejudice
What good is thus mercy
The fiercest step that still give
Turns anything without that
In most sublime yearning of discord ...
MARCOS LOURES
VACANCY
VACANCY
I do not want a misanthrope, begging
Generated by the insanity of those who know
How every day more collapse
The world without tenderness for such vacancy
Marked by the claws of greed
Well before had lived what does not fit,
And I assume it's over
What elapse in discrepancy.
Stupid heart of a being without peace
Knowing how the end is necessary
A pariah getting involved in any plot,
I feel truly be more urgent
How much need and penitent
The voice of the demon has me crying.
MARCOS LOURES
I do not want a misanthrope, begging
Generated by the insanity of those who know
How every day more collapse
The world without tenderness for such vacancy
Marked by the claws of greed
Well before had lived what does not fit,
And I assume it's over
What elapse in discrepancy.
Stupid heart of a being without peace
Knowing how the end is necessary
A pariah getting involved in any plot,
I feel truly be more urgent
How much need and penitent
The voice of the demon has me crying.
MARCOS LOURES
MY DEMONS
MY DEMONS
I keep my demons with the fury
That often dictates the day to day
When is nevertheless fret
Luck is perceived in such neglect,
And how can I resist this dark
Picture denying any light,
Death, I'm sincere, seduces me,
And nothing but the end, the soul searching.
Ominous reality of who says
Always lived in the shadow and nothing out,
In fetid illusion so tempting
My mourner laugh contains,
Any opium to dull suits
Who mattered: a life averse ...
MARCOS LOURES
I keep my demons with the fury
That often dictates the day to day
When is nevertheless fret
Luck is perceived in such neglect,
And how can I resist this dark
Picture denying any light,
Death, I'm sincere, seduces me,
And nothing but the end, the soul searching.
Ominous reality of who says
Always lived in the shadow and nothing out,
In fetid illusion so tempting
My mourner laugh contains,
Any opium to dull suits
Who mattered: a life averse ...
MARCOS LOURES
A WEAK HEART
A WEAK HEART
I have heard nothing more of what I said
The weak heart insists that both
And when this truth tames and burns
Luck turns into fucking complexion,
Could even dream of such misery
And nothing that schism is dainty,
Love turns inside out and becomes insists
While not repair and death comes.
Smoky night scene blank
Sometimes it's better for me to be frank,
And by leaps and bounds take life,
Falling once in a while I get up,
And when I hurt, without astonishment,
Meeting in solitude, an exit ...
MARCOS LOURES
I have heard nothing more of what I said
The weak heart insists that both
And when this truth tames and burns
Luck turns into fucking complexion,
Could even dream of such misery
And nothing that schism is dainty,
Love turns inside out and becomes insists
While not repair and death comes.
Smoky night scene blank
Sometimes it's better for me to be frank,
And by leaps and bounds take life,
Falling once in a while I get up,
And when I hurt, without astonishment,
Meeting in solitude, an exit ...
MARCOS LOURES
HAPPINESS?
HAPPINESS?
Who says happiness knows no
Life even minimal part
And when it did so dispose
The whole does not deserve any prayer
Gradually hope ever dies
It leaves in place a mistake,
Stubborn rider allocating
Harvest that really does not deserve.
My question unanswered and move on
As much as I actually still try
Escape from my mirror, I'm so
Hideous face exposed in the present,
How much of the past still missing
No spring nor dictates the garden ...
MARCOS LOURES
Who says happiness knows no
Life even minimal part
And when it did so dispose
The whole does not deserve any prayer
Gradually hope ever dies
It leaves in place a mistake,
Stubborn rider allocating
Harvest that really does not deserve.
My question unanswered and move on
As much as I actually still try
Escape from my mirror, I'm so
Hideous face exposed in the present,
How much of the past still missing
No spring nor dictates the garden ...
MARCOS LOURES
LOVE WHAT I WANTED
LOVE WHAT I WANTED
Where they could have the pinnacle
Just a terrible abyss,
The love we both wanted phenomenal
Reflects the reality of a new Icarus
One mistake after another, and I follow thus
Played against the stones, worth nothing,
How naughty this work gives
After a certain time reaches the end,
And back again to solitude,
What wave on the sand beach never let
The quicksand lucky me fire,
But time dictates the breeze,
The wings melted, new fall
But I'll pay: same coin.
MARCOS LOURES
Where they could have the pinnacle
Just a terrible abyss,
The love we both wanted phenomenal
Reflects the reality of a new Icarus
One mistake after another, and I follow thus
Played against the stones, worth nothing,
How naughty this work gives
After a certain time reaches the end,
And back again to solitude,
What wave on the sand beach never let
The quicksand lucky me fire,
But time dictates the breeze,
The wings melted, new fall
But I'll pay: same coin.
MARCOS LOURES
DOUBT
Doubt
Run by the vain need
The time is perceived villainy
And when plunging excuse hedge
The storm indeed degrade us
And this generates terror with anxiety
Where peace ever conceived alive
And all that is certainly gets
No traces but pain and falsehood.
Erroneous days, I wander without direction
And everything was lost in hunger and boredom,
Knowing some remedy so far
Even of life now doubt
Comment demonic I predict,
Marking each note of a desire
Tracing sewage in clumsy poetry ...
MARCOS LOURES
Run by the vain need
The time is perceived villainy
And when plunging excuse hedge
The storm indeed degrade us
And this generates terror with anxiety
Where peace ever conceived alive
And all that is certainly gets
No traces but pain and falsehood.
Erroneous days, I wander without direction
And everything was lost in hunger and boredom,
Knowing some remedy so far
Even of life now doubt
Comment demonic I predict,
Marking each note of a desire
Tracing sewage in clumsy poetry ...
MARCOS LOURES
EVERY STEP
EVERY STEP
Shaping each step a new building
Where could have peace,
Truth is that asking, I always quit,
I do not see any dream, and die in boredom
Love always making fool harassment,
I do not want and do not deserve more attachment
Have not stood this ghost
Anemic delirium or remedy.
But when this brunette is presented,
The mouth is showing thirstier
And it all starts again,
The crack that opened already love,
After some time without anyone
And this idiot here ... always stumbles
MARCOS LOURES
AN OUTPUT
An OUTPUT
Seeking a way out and did not realize
Anytime I even welcome,
Love in a rough and autumnal leaf
With each new day will conceive,
And thus this life placebo
That every dream then already gathering
And deny the song, childishly
And how much could drink no more.
Lifting the old crystal bowl,
Even though made of a simple glass
Love for being so old finish
Do not leave any sign thereafter,
And so the mystery unravels
In the absence of judgment or discretion ...
MARCOS LOURES
EXCHANGE
Exchange
Trying to finally follow through with meekness
Where so many times I cannot resist
And I still insist that they will indeed
Just take the empty
The world is meaningless or even go
Love turning into nasty cyst
And even when rest and not give up,
Hideous face I see: exposure
The most common mistakes that both did,
And I know certainly an unfortunate
Looking for now it can still
Knowing that there's solace comes,
Every day the dream, but nobody,
The charm that had lived? Simple fun ...
MARCOS LOURES
JOYS
JOYS
Where poetry became path
Diversity dictates that no trace
And I know how much I lose each space
Without even the light that still meets
The enjoyment is showing under the mask
And it is not seen even a trace
How much already and could undo,
Love had become foolish legend,
I stress with my verses direction
The tilting moment lived
Nothing remains woefully,
And try to disguise a fake smile,
My step toward as if undecided
Transcends the mere would crack.
MARCOS LOURES
GOOD MOMENTS
GOOD MOMENTS
How could in good times
Making the verses traces of joy,
But I know when I photograph
Transmits only as discouragements,
Seeking keeps the old illusion
And the more fierce, more bleeding
And all this delirium is strife
Face with fear, many winds,
And I believe I have this slave house
The voice that is not listening, not more talks
And let it take the current,
Where did milder scenario
Life became hard obstacle,
Leaving me so much uncertainty ...
MARCOS LOURES
How could in good times
Making the verses traces of joy,
But I know when I photograph
Transmits only as discouragements,
Seeking keeps the old illusion
And the more fierce, more bleeding
And all this delirium is strife
Face with fear, many winds,
And I believe I have this slave house
The voice that is not listening, not more talks
And let it take the current,
Where did milder scenario
Life became hard obstacle,
Leaving me so much uncertainty ...
MARCOS LOURES
NO!
NO!
Time to bring us wisdom
Prevents the collapse of hope
But when life moves on empty
What really drives me still in pain
Only storm and gale
Absent from my chest temperance
The feel of this fierce revenge
That not every new; life was lost,
I realize every dream be useless
And as much as I am opposed to
By Thug ghost illusion
And dead long before I see nothing,
And when some light still desire
The chest more silent cries: no!
MARCOS LOURES
Time to bring us wisdom
Prevents the collapse of hope
But when life moves on empty
What really drives me still in pain
Only storm and gale
Absent from my chest temperance
The feel of this fierce revenge
That not every new; life was lost,
I realize every dream be useless
And as much as I am opposed to
By Thug ghost illusion
And dead long before I see nothing,
And when some light still desire
The chest more silent cries: no!
MARCOS LOURES
MOMENTS OF JOY?
MOMENTS OF JOY?
Live with moments of joy,
While it is always a mistake
And when new time, I still realize
Shroud recreates itself again,
And both can or could even
Living without meaning any harm
Who became truly sovereign,
But rightly fear their day to day
Nefarious bring every image not
And even when I try to breeze
Winning the gales, but I cannot,
And both could believe
In derogatory luck to guide me,
But only the nothingness still chase ...
MARCOS LOURES
Live with moments of joy,
While it is always a mistake
And when new time, I still realize
Shroud recreates itself again,
And both can or could even
Living without meaning any harm
Who became truly sovereign,
But rightly fear their day to day
Nefarious bring every image not
And even when I try to breeze
Winning the gales, but I cannot,
And both could believe
In derogatory luck to guide me,
But only the nothingness still chase ...
MARCOS LOURES
BETWEEN MISTS
BETWEEN MISTS
Where there had been a dreamer for so
Now even a shadow of whom both
Suffering every step disenchantment
Reborn within itself, superb beast,
And when imagined new hopes
Death is overflowing and cloudy mantle
Generating who sees me utter amazement,
Luck has degenerated into a terror.
The sharp claws, my fangs,
Where would show with surprises
Suppress any more human
Among many fogs, thick skinned
The shattered forehead and head
The senseless fury, sovereign ...
MARCOS LOURES
LOVE
LOVE
Love without deceit imagine
Absence neither here nor there
And know this truth and now
Only a delusional lose acumen,
Tired of this fight, my destiny
Never in new lights shine
And all my longing show
How living alone, and do not dominate
Even my way up and through it,
Surely not conceive anymore, I quit
And all I thought so right
Now we cannot see if guesses
Luck has not been done ever since, my
I hope so desert ...
MARCOS LOURES
Love without deceit imagine
Absence neither here nor there
And know this truth and now
Only a delusional lose acumen,
Tired of this fight, my destiny
Never in new lights shine
And all my longing show
How living alone, and do not dominate
Even my way up and through it,
Surely not conceive anymore, I quit
And all I thought so right
Now we cannot see if guesses
Luck has not been done ever since, my
I hope so desert ...
MARCOS LOURES
IF LIFE PERMIT
IF LIFE PERMIT
If life allowed the full love
Who gave up too much and never seen
Even an emotion, a trail and sights
Perhaps nothing without reprimand propose
And everything you thought to decompose,
The charm increasingly withdraws,
And although new time is preferred,
Death is what I have left, which favor.
And both could be different
There was so hurt each verse
I try to voice tired and hopeless,
Diving within me and not find
Even any delirium and having nothing,
The time to live, only dark ...
MARCOS LOURES
If life allowed the full love
Who gave up too much and never seen
Even an emotion, a trail and sights
Perhaps nothing without reprimand propose
And everything you thought to decompose,
The charm increasingly withdraws,
And although new time is preferred,
Death is what I have left, which favor.
And both could be different
There was so hurt each verse
I try to voice tired and hopeless,
Diving within me and not find
Even any delirium and having nothing,
The time to live, only dark ...
MARCOS LOURES
SHADOWS OF THE PAST
SHADOWS OF THE PAST
Shrouded by shadows of the past
No more outgoing and try though
A time so bitter is what it feels like,
The death cry echoes strong on high,
Resides within me a hard fate,
And when another path if present
The chest pain and revolves so frequent
I do not see any trace illuminated.
Could see in the eyes of this sun,
The clear feeling, rare lighthouse
But all withholding fantasy,
Only I still have the shroud,
The scene that sees harsh and baleful
Happiness never been seen ...
MARCOS LOURES
WHERE RAISIN
WHERE RAISIN
Where raisins cues demarcated
Way to chase every moment
The world is so fascinating
Where is this message shown
Let each step, side by side
How could stun
Scenario that is degrading to thee,
But always mesmerized me.
I could not know happiness,
Just any dream satisfies
And let fall asleep in order for peace
Because this illusion while invades
Floods the heart of a poet will,
The life even if not already filled ...
MARCOS LOURES
Where raisins cues demarcated
Way to chase every moment
The world is so fascinating
Where is this message shown
Let each step, side by side
How could stun
Scenario that is degrading to thee,
But always mesmerized me.
I could not know happiness,
Just any dream satisfies
And let fall asleep in order for peace
Because this illusion while invades
Floods the heart of a poet will,
The life even if not already filled ...
MARCOS LOURES
THE SUN AND THE WIND
THE SUN AND THE WIND
The tracks you left finally chase
And try to conceive your presence,
Will becoming so intense,
Although it envision any danger,
The much wanted to be with you,
And I know that look in your indifference
Dictating a painful and futile sentence
And I condemn her to homelessness.
But even so, I no longer fear the luck,
And finally when approaching death,
I'll make sure this one moment
Where I was happy and knew
The rare morning that comes from you
And at this moment at least, loose in the wind ...
MARCOS LOURES
The tracks you left finally chase
And try to conceive your presence,
Will becoming so intense,
Although it envision any danger,
The much wanted to be with you,
And I know that look in your indifference
Dictating a painful and futile sentence
And I condemn her to homelessness.
But even so, I no longer fear the luck,
And finally when approaching death,
I'll make sure this one moment
Where I was happy and knew
The rare morning that comes from you
And at this moment at least, loose in the wind ...
MARCOS LOURES
FULL MOON
FULL MOON
What was a beautiful sunset, a full moon
Dominates the night immersed in solitude
And indeed printing and thus
Of life that wanders into madness
The voice in how one perceives others
Beauty furthest denial
And I always bring new days
The singing mermaid in this bolder
Where imbuing me of wills
Losing the right direction and freedoms,
I could no longer follow their lives in peace,
And when the moon invades immense sea,
Will also have diving,
But nothing, not boredom, brings a wave ...
MARCOS LOURES
What was a beautiful sunset, a full moon
Dominates the night immersed in solitude
And indeed printing and thus
Of life that wanders into madness
The voice in how one perceives others
Beauty furthest denial
And I always bring new days
The singing mermaid in this bolder
Where imbuing me of wills
Losing the right direction and freedoms,
I could no longer follow their lives in peace,
And when the moon invades immense sea,
Will also have diving,
But nothing, not boredom, brings a wave ...
MARCOS LOURES
FEAR AND WONDER
FEAR AND WONDER
The moon bathes the turbid sea with silver
And try to see how clear traces
Life could have the charm,
But I know that every moment is unleashed
Path still atrocious, the scene ungrateful
Even in clear coats and silvery mantle
Charting merely fear and astonishment,
Where wanted most sensible
The lucky indeed unknown
And so new common stumbling
Finally there remains nothing, die in life.
Still looking for some peace,
Even this empty satisfies
Preparation merely the farewell ...
MARCOS LOURES
MEANINGLESS
MEANINGLESS
Immersed in ways more fortunate
The days we spent together with you
Speaking of this dream that I lived,
Moments often pleasurable,
But my ways are capricious
And everything had finally lost,
And nothing that would keep here
My eyes follow torn and tattered,
Eagerly I hope another chance,
But nothing that I love so much scope
Step meaningless, direction and connection,
Love became absent and thus,
How could the said order,
The fact of living, hard and complex ...
MARCOS LOURES
RARE STAR
The rare shining star in heaven
Both searching and not heard
Exposed to each day, rough beast,
Now I can finally see it,
And when I propose to receive it
Have not withdrawn from my eyes spring
In the autumn coldness is what is expected,
And so I will never be able to contain it.
The early star said luck
Who imagined himself much stronger,
And sit in fragile lights fade,
Lucerne step, firefly
And when I dive in my dreams,
Only glows dull, you bring me.
MARCOS LOURES
CLIFFS
My direction was lost among the cliffs
Bluffs and cliffs, ridges,
Sorts proving treacherous
Loves are; of dreams, vile executioners,
And when you realize other bottles
Joys that judged true
Gradually my eyes you disappear
And I feel your terror, fears, and pains
I could not be happy and that's enough,
Ungrateful reality contrasts
With the entire huge dream in which I lived,
And when I find myself in so much pain,
Because I could be a dreamer
Only a ghost I see here ...
MARCOS LOURES
My direction was lost among the cliffs
Bluffs and cliffs, ridges,
Sorts proving treacherous
Loves are; of dreams, vile executioners,
And when you realize other bottles
Joys that judged true
Gradually my eyes you disappear
And I feel your terror, fears, and pains
I could not be happy and that's enough,
Ungrateful reality contrasts
With the entire huge dream in which I lived,
And when I find myself in so much pain,
Because I could be a dreamer
Only a ghost I see here ...
MARCOS LOURES
Go with the flow
I walk paths are morbid,
In the absence of any light even trace
Of a better world, image, face
Only in the poem I help,
And when one realizes every hill
The fight turns into new deadlock
For every step finally trespass
Gradually, lonely, and die sooner.
Empty life dictates my luck,
And only when leaving now death,
Having no solution, what to do?
Go with the flow and be one more,
Looking around and see, then no
Moment that can still give pleasure ...
MARCOS LOURES
I walk paths are morbid,
In the absence of any light even trace
Of a better world, image, face
Only in the poem I help,
And when one realizes every hill
The fight turns into new deadlock
For every step finally trespass
Gradually, lonely, and die sooner.
Empty life dictates my luck,
And only when leaving now death,
Having no solution, what to do?
Go with the flow and be one more,
Looking around and see, then no
Moment that can still give pleasure ...
MARCOS LOURES
SONGS
The songs a soul translate
Whose voice is gone and does not return
Fierce storm already spilled
And life returns to have this sameness,
Talking so much love out superstition,
Luck is now furious warm
Only adorns this atrocious memory,
The life that they will indeed denied
And so it was, perhaps, on another day
The charm that certainly was lost
As you left the door.
Life relived every night,
Reality cuts made scourge,
A hope for so nearly dead
MARCOS LOURES
The songs a soul translate
Whose voice is gone and does not return
Fierce storm already spilled
And life returns to have this sameness,
Talking so much love out superstition,
Luck is now furious warm
Only adorns this atrocious memory,
The life that they will indeed denied
And so it was, perhaps, on another day
The charm that certainly was lost
As you left the door.
Life relived every night,
Reality cuts made scourge,
A hope for so nearly dead
MARCOS LOURES
The brightness of your eyes
Wandering comets which, through the night,
The brightness of your eyes my headlights
What were therefore pretty nocturnal suns
Will you have, devours
And if so when poetry arises
Master the harshness of this scenario
Two bodies isolates, two atolls
United in one body without delay.
The moon sees everything tenderly
The sea sings a hymn their sounds
And when such beauty fascinate me,
Life is replaced by some that
After much love, so much pleasure,
Naked seeing the dawn ...
MARCOS LOURES
Wandering comets which, through the night,
The brightness of your eyes my headlights
What were therefore pretty nocturnal suns
Will you have, devours
And if so when poetry arises
Master the harshness of this scenario
Two bodies isolates, two atolls
United in one body without delay.
The moon sees everything tenderly
The sea sings a hymn their sounds
And when such beauty fascinate me,
Life is replaced by some that
After much love, so much pleasure,
Naked seeing the dawn ...
MARCOS LOURES
CHORDS FATAL
Fatal chord melodies bring
Where not hear any breath,
The weight of living turns torment,
The dark and lonely nights
Diverse than much you promised me,
Still there remains even wind
While still try to breathe
Winning hands where terrible guides
Erratic paths by nothing
And as much as I could imagine
I could never find
Knowing the road as well as diverse
And the inn made of illusion
This is only my spectra in a summer.
MARCOS LOURES
Fatal chord melodies bring
Where not hear any breath,
The weight of living turns torment,
The dark and lonely nights
Diverse than much you promised me,
Still there remains even wind
While still try to breathe
Winning hands where terrible guides
Erratic paths by nothing
And as much as I could imagine
I could never find
Knowing the road as well as diverse
And the inn made of illusion
This is only my spectra in a summer.
MARCOS LOURES
DARK NIGHTS
Misty nights bring silence
And it took me totally,
Without any relief in my mind
The darkness each day oncoming
Allows you to believe in empty
And this has nothing to my heritage
Where one could hope for
Just not me principle
And I try to smile once in a while some,
Although more nefarious that could,
Awaits me with the dull fury beast
And so my journey without judgment
Terrible step toward going
Trace the immense loneliness...
MARCOS LOURES
Misty nights bring silence
And it took me totally,
Without any relief in my mind
The darkness each day oncoming
Allows you to believe in empty
And this has nothing to my heritage
Where one could hope for
Just not me principle
And I try to smile once in a while some,
Although more nefarious that could,
Awaits me with the dull fury beast
And so my journey without judgment
Terrible step toward going
Trace the immense loneliness...
MARCOS LOURES
Enchanters
Where enchanters, sacrifices
Dictated my days in misery,
Still looking at each emotion
Several crafts and ghastly gaps
Delivered to the profusion of various addictions
And one really know when and how much
I deserve every fall and get up,
Bones are eaves of cliffs
Mechanical life is translated
In the absence of any light terminal,
The land overlying the hard bones,
And so I dreamed, I verses, believed,
And now behold what was left
Hideous and ridiculous, vague, nothing...
MARCOS LOURES
Where enchanters, sacrifices
Dictated my days in misery,
Still looking at each emotion
Several crafts and ghastly gaps
Delivered to the profusion of various addictions
And one really know when and how much
I deserve every fall and get up,
Bones are eaves of cliffs
Mechanical life is translated
In the absence of any light terminal,
The land overlying the hard bones,
And so I dreamed, I verses, believed,
And now behold what was left
Hideous and ridiculous, vague, nothing...
MARCOS LOURES
FACE THE TRUTH
The bloodied face of truth
Resists what could be a dream,
And when I propose a new time
Surely every fact displease,
And I know how much reality says
Unlike this world and go laughing
And so that really does not lay back
Way meaningless, or freedom.
To die is to have truly my pier
Tired of so many storms
Could rest eternally
But when the pain remakes old stay
I try to seduce the dawn
But this only shroud mind...
MARCOS LOURES
The bloodied face of truth
Resists what could be a dream,
And when I propose a new time
Surely every fact displease,
And I know how much reality says
Unlike this world and go laughing
And so that really does not lay back
Way meaningless, or freedom.
To die is to have truly my pier
Tired of so many storms
Could rest eternally
But when the pain remakes old stay
I try to seduce the dawn
But this only shroud mind...
MARCOS LOURES
Saturday, September 15, 2012
COLD
As you exhale one last time
I see the dissonance of a lifetime
There is so much more done if lost
Generated in the unfortunate dismay
Hope I do not want more wind,
Not even perpetrate any output
If all that thought brings farewell
And indeed nothing can stand.
Not perish every which thou hast given me,
And how am fearful and even harsh
Mirrors of my soul in fetid water
Just this wrinkled face that
Translates and just shows nothing
Figure apathetic always lies cold...
MARCOS LOURES
As you exhale one last time
I see the dissonance of a lifetime
There is so much more done if lost
Generated in the unfortunate dismay
Hope I do not want more wind,
Not even perpetrate any output
If all that thought brings farewell
And indeed nothing can stand.
Not perish every which thou hast given me,
And how am fearful and even harsh
Mirrors of my soul in fetid water
Just this wrinkled face that
Translates and just shows nothing
Figure apathetic always lies cold...
MARCOS LOURES
BLESSING
My body being exhausted from battle
Both unnecessary and rather inglorious
Could reverse my story
And it firmly entrench this razor
The court every day slashes more
The body image in such a melancholy,
And none of what I bring to memory
Yet even worth anything.
I am nothing and nothing this reproduce
A step towards the end, crude and confused,
Only old fret complexion filthy,
Listening always denial, old answer
The face indeed already decomposed
Death finally blessed me floods...
MARCOS LOURES
My body being exhausted from battle
Both unnecessary and rather inglorious
Could reverse my story
And it firmly entrench this razor
The court every day slashes more
The body image in such a melancholy,
And none of what I bring to memory
Yet even worth anything.
I am nothing and nothing this reproduce
A step towards the end, crude and confused,
Only old fret complexion filthy,
Listening always denial, old answer
The face indeed already decomposed
Death finally blessed me floods...
MARCOS LOURES
Sunday, June 10, 2012
ABANDONADO
Já não me caberia outro momento
Nem mesmo o que pudesse presumir
O tempo se fazendo sem porvir
O quase demonstrando algum tormento,
Não quero e tampouco me alimento
Do que deveras deva presumir,
Errático cometa que há de vir
Disfarço o mesmo engano em desalento.
Mergulho nos preâmbulos de outra era
E sei do sentimento que me espera
Após cada segundo sem premissa,
A vida por si só tanto cobiça
E gera o mesmo engano de um passado
Quem dera pela vida, abandonado...
Marcos Loures
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