Affliction with Affection

Just for a moment…let’s forget the world and its horrid illusions…
Everything is coming to a halt and not of our faults but humans secrete ideal of seclusion…
Not for us! Ours is such a petite tale of romantics, which their love leaves dreams, so static.
The beginning is so Anti-climatic, so why don’t we insert and affix on to the melodramatics.

The heart is akin to a jigsaw, once broken it’s ever so arduous to put back,
And the more it’s disembodied, the more the enshrinement will lack.
Far to long have we fallen frantically for a love scene.
Marveled with mystery, veracity is up to mischievous schemes.

Fantasies crashes against oceans of a forceful firth
The oddities happens to no one but us, because our dreams are not what its worth
Awake me form this dream for the clouds are losing my sanity’s rashes
The lucid rain runs rapidly down the ripe of amorosity…the ecstasy of light comes to a crash

The sun dims but our shadows come to rise
And the darkest deeds cover your eyes…You have beauty, poisoned by the world’s prize.
With all these inconclusive diversion, you tend to lose clarity
And such a pose could be invited by verity

Oh Anomie, Dear, Dear Amelia, feel thy rapture…
Upon her louver, hopefully, you’ll find my venerations on the advent of you’re capture!
The candle is lit…it sit aflame within the night’s meliorate
Such an aesthetic should be saturated with full intentions…but by any rate, our love will tie all of the land’s fate…


Marquis A. Thurman
July 9th, 2008