Sonnet 154 ~ Love's Inferno Be Ablaze

Sonnet 154 ~ Love's Inferno Be Ablaze

While Seraph lie asleep

Nearer to love’s potent light,

Naiad’s promised untainted ones

Pass in presence among the realm and

Beauty’s cherished one seized love’s flame,

That had ignited great verve in abundance of faithful amour;

Seraph’s rule thus defused

By innocence’s lovely hand while dreaming.

Diluting love’s fury in cool waters,

Springing fourth warm tides

Pools of warm water awake and rejuvenate the meek;

But, I, prisoner to the object of my affection,

Seek the shallow warm waves of renewal, to learn only:

Love’s flame stirs water; but water doth not calm love’s inferno.

~ j. marshon
adaptation w. shakespeare sonnet 154

Sonnet 40 ~ Your Perfect Eyes; They're All I Can See

Sonnet 40 ~ Your Perfect Eyes; They're All I Can See


Abundant love spawns confidence in mine own true love.

What are you searching for, that you don’t already possess?

My sweet love, you know not what true love is… because my love for you is pure, and was yours from the start.

You take my love and use it against me in search of something more.

What is it you hope to find when undeniably my heart is yours for the taking.

But, you turn away, using my heart’s own beauty ignited in pursuit of love unknown.

And I can’t blame you, it it’s my heart that lights the fuse of loves pursuit, for it multiplies in vigorous force

Still, never satisfied; as you risk deceiving me, by neglect of thought and self.

Indulging in adulterated nonreciprocal notions; without pursuit of all of me in truth and realm.

I forgive you for taking my heart alongside… my beautiful thief… though you’re taking all that I am.

It is so much more heart-wrenching to be hurt by my own love’s ignition, than by the hand of the enemy.

You, my wonderful and beautiful light, easily persuaded by everything bright and luminous—even in death of your infliction; you are never my adversary.

~ j. marshon
adaptation w. shakespeare sonnet 40

Sonnet 22 ~ One Love

Sonnet 22 ~ One Love

There is no apparent sign of aging as I look in the mirror,

Through your eyes, I relish in life’s beauty;

But, as time carries on three-fold, and inflicts you alongside,

Then I’ll know time’s toll quavers near.

For as beautiful silk gracefully adorns my body

Your beauty envelops my heart,

Two hearts beating as one… your heart lives within mine;

So if this is truth… how can I be perceivably older than you?

Take care of yourself my love

As I take care of myself, not so much for I, than for you;

You live within me… your heart the most precious notion

I protect it as a carefully as a mother heeds her child.

Your heart remains with me beating beyond the end of mine own.

Your greatest gift to me… your heart residing amid mine forever.

~ j. marshon
adaptation w. shakespeare sonnet 22

Sonnet 35 - The Dark Side of the Moon

Sonnet 35 - The Dark Side of the Moon

Grief besieges thou actions… but let not:

For even the most beautiful rose has its thorn and most breathtaking waterfall’s end is mud;

Clouds block the radiance of sunshine and eclipses blacken the night’s most radiant moon,

And repugnant bug, worm and insect invade the sweetest flower and fruit.

Everyone makes mistakes; and I am no exception to the rule,

In pleading, professing and attempts to make it right and true,

I fail to desperate fault,

Seeking and searching forgiveness for sins past, present and indefinite;

Amiss you’re beauty and inappropriate transgression; I stand in unison -

Advocating alongside adversary -

Everything I ever thought true and right; I turn against and seek lawful plea:

My warring heart is torn apart by crippling love and hate for you

An accomplice to you in this pain

My heart cries in thought of you - in grief of your selfish unfaithfulness to love me alike.

~ j. marshon
adaptation of w. shakespeare sonnet 35

Sonnet 15 – All Things New

Sonnet 15 – All Things New

All the world's a stage; and all the men and women are merely players.

In awe of all things new

There is but one single moment of perfection,

On the turning away, all the world is only a stage

That great energy and stars cast unseen influence and direct life’s grand time line:

Notice how man grows in likeness to foliage.

Applauded, blessed, cultivated and nurtured by great heavenly sky’s wizardry.

Alive in youthful splendor; bewilderment following one’s prime,

Memories fade to Grey;

Selfishness falls victim to life’s inevitable end

I envision your beautiful glow in constant sight

Untouchable to father time’s cosmic hand,

Who shall inevitably change your brilliance of youth to endless night.

I love you; and by such love declare war on time’s deafening silence,

And as his grasp takes you ever more; I bring into the wild life anew.

~ j. marshon
adaptation of w. shakespeare sonnet 15

Sonnet 144 ~ Angel of Light; Angel of Nigh

Sonnet 144 ~ Angel of Light; Angel of Nigh

In love’s trinity; one of simplicity and one of dejection, confront mind’s eye,

As two opposing apparitions tearing at my soul:

Angel of sunshine brightens my every waking hour,

Angel inferior, delves into deepest thought, piercing my heart; love fades to grey.

Such love soon to cast shadows, daggers and harsh cries of judgment upon me

Sends tempturous’ sweet love to the fore,

Berates my angel of light; casting devilish fabrication

Pursuing his purity by wretched pride.

If friendly acceptance and exoneration were to be had

I’ll never know, but no ill intentions exist;

As both are in distance place, peace envelops thought

But still, one angel is another’s devil:

Never to be defined in word, thought or deed; I will live in doubt of allied intentions,

As jaded angel impels and berates the grace and love of my sunshine’s angelic light.

~ j. marshon
adaptation of w. shakespeare sonnet 144

Sonnet 29 ~ I Miss You

Sonnet 29 ~ I Miss You

You are My Sunshine

Disgrace reflects from faces frowning upon me; my fate so uncertain.

My heart cries; my own inimitability, I am an outcast, I am so alone.

I reach to heaven with no reprise,

And look upon myself with dispraise, dwelling on ill-fated unknown,

Wishing there was something left to hope for, something to believe in,

Wishing I was more beautiful and that I had a friend to call mine own,

Wishing I was more successful and had more prospects,

Completely unhappy and indifferent with those things I enjoy most.

Yet, amongst drowning in self pity and surrendering to complete berating of thyself; I think of you,

And my heart begins to smile;

Like the sun awaking to shine upon the new day,

Rising from the depths of earth’s obscurity, extolling Godly light.

For when I think of you, and remember your sweet face and affable love,

I want for nothing more; and I wouldn’t trade that beauty—your love—for anything!

~ j. marshon
adaptation of w. shakespeare sonnet 29