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

Sonnet 12 ~ Carry You Home

Sonnet 12 ~ Carry You Home

I awake at dusk to the constant notion of time’s passing

and watch beautiful day descend into dreadful night;

when violet and white rose fades

and adoring bright russet curls fade to grey;

when the leaves on trees that line the drive fly away

leaving no shelter for those resting underway,

and summer’s abundance now bundled in transit

as if summer were the old farmer himself; carried to grave.

I question the fate of your beauty bequest,

For you too will expire amongst the hands of time,

the beautiful ones do not stay forever young.

They breath last breath and wither as swiftly as they witness new youths’ blossom;

There is no defense against time’s disparaging decree,

With the exception of a child, a sentinel as Father Time carries you home.

~ j. marshon
adaptation of w. shakespeare sonnet 12

Sonnet 10 ~ Love; Present Among All Things

Sonnet 10 ~ Love; Present Among All Things

You’ve no love in your heart for any other;

Shameless in this regard

So it is; even though love covers you abundantly;

Clearly, you love none other but yourself.

But, you only hurt yourself in this tyranny

Destroying your chance for home, hearth and life thereafter,

As you close the door of legacy’s gate.

When your hands and heart should be fixated to prop the gates open wide.

Amend your indignation; and set free the sentinel barriers that blockade my hearts scrutiny.

Wherein should hate try succeed; where only love can win?

Be alive and lovely as thy beautiful face,

At the very least be benign to yourself

By having a child out of love for me,

Beloved life carries on in bequest; where love is present among all things.

~ j. marshon
adaptation of w. shakespeare sonnet 10