Poem By Sirlanio Jorge Dias Gomes
You are my indelible being.
Re-searching the resolute world
Insisting on tiny knowledge
May the pain in me be eerie.
May heaven allow death to be mild,
And from the deleterious vice cure me,
Infernal destiny of vile inconveniences,
Hurting the descent of the unpolluted man.
From torn robes descends to the bottom,
Pouring out regret,
Bitter puff in pain
Sentence of bastard children.
From the first to the last look,
The infused images are carried away,
Bitter exile of hateful spirits;
Goodbye perennial of the rebels in march.
From the blind battle to insane martyrdom,
They run the blood of the libertines,
Slaughtered by the dagger of ignorance;
Stuck in your cold hearts.
From certainty to oblivion,
Jaz in the tomb of darkness,
Anonymous heroes in their distractions;
Follies of profane knowledge.
In his now muted memories,
The numbed dreams,
Having as a company the hungry worms,
Chains of indifferent gaze;
To the miserable miserable.
The unbelievers shall drink of the cup,
On the fine side of his delinquency,
Dementias of insane minds;
Devoured in their abysses.