Pop Sonnet #71
In the hazy dew of hypnotic memories
When I went away it all got worse
I learned to take a day or two for enjoyable hobbies
Now you take the time to rehearse
When battles aren't meant to be fought
Responsibilities take their toll on me
Understand there's more people to be bought
It is not clever for me to see
Not my battle is what they say
Godfather Ross is never impressed
Fire with fire makes it worse anyway
Cultural elitism is maybe the best
The dawn will come another day
Nervousness makes me lose sleep anyway
Pop Sonnet #72
Toughen up or sensitivity
Rigid or extreme the coercion war
A child's dream or memory
Don't think women are all whores
Maybe the gaze won't need an elective
Unless it is time to send more copies
Hopefully these words will one day be effective
To the kings and queens of remedies
Is it a day off or is it ineffective
Do we bring our own order reason
To die from too much dreary perspective
Is thought crime a 1984 treason
Then again I may be nervous
When I'm happy--it may not get worse
Pop Sonnet #73
So many hormones surging through my mind
Mages come in many forms
Maybe we all should just go blind
Freedom is secret for the days start to warm
Slippery slopes of rhyming quattrains
And never again will I return to the place
A chance to explain the sting of the disdain
Anywhere I go my heart starts to race
Respect in my own community
No one really has to change
Is all that is urgent for me
Sometimes it is good to be out of range
Clearly the death found in greed
Is not a simpler culture of need
Pop Sonnet #74
All of the pressure of a Lord's given day
And then when I run off in different directions
Will work themselves out, maybe by May
Don't know what to do, or where there's protection
Gemini has split me right down the middle
If we all work together, maybe we'll see
Maybe the devil is the man with the fiddle
Idealism might end violence but it might wotk for me
A day is lost but there's so many more
WOrking for nothing creates paranoia
Maybe my own verse should not be a chore
Unless karma returns to be bought and sold won't ignore you
Finish the game and keep on moving forward
When enough is enough there's no reward
Pop Sonnet #75
Underground and way under cover
Will Aliens cease the fear of the Earth
Cold as ice in the land of the hover
Or could this be a new type of birth
Options in art are all around us
Unless we imagined too much
Despite the coarseness of all this rust
And thought Atlantis was Dutch
After a couple of pints of absinthe and liquor
Unless it wears off after a time
It does not help me to think a lot quicker
And feels like we're locked in the grime
Maybe when we clean up our faces
But then there's still demons that chase us
Pop Sonnet #76
Fear of my home is no longer an option when
And if creates bedlam in myself and not others
We seek the day where happiness begins
We'll all be true to our sisters and brothers
Meaningless vanity is too rigid for me
Walk too far, or not far enough
Unless the echoes create a golden plea
Things might get crazy if I don't get gruff
Call my bluff it is enjoyable to dream
Pressures not on, it is not a forceful drive
Except when the dream all ends in a dream
What do we do to all feel alive?
Slow down so we can catch up
Or speed up to find a drop from a cup
Pop Sonnet #77
Willard maybe floats round the room
Pushing himself to be too correct
When push comes to shove it still looms
When calmness still makes me erect
And then there is J. Wagner the great
Realizes the audience is much wider now
Never does he ever show up late
If the audience is not there still take a bow
The rules of the game is corrosive when
Renoir in a painting at the Museum de Orsay
Nazis should not have censored him
In France peril lurks when frustration is in the day
Inertia, impetus is colliding for peace
Unless I just wither to be in the least
Pop Sonnet #78
Times come and they go
And repetition or loops and excerpts forgive us
Sometimes I want sunlight, sometimes there is snow
Unless dreams are made to teach us
Fast or slow it is just a matter of time
Slowing down is what I'm doing
Folks get frustrated when there's no words to mime
Unless too much speed is what is stewing
The poet is in pain for nothing is certain
Without a feeling of frustration
It is like I open and close the curtain
I am not sure if there is an explanation
You said some things, and I said some things
Those days are over--or is this what death brings
Pop Sonnet #79
Happier times, they still might exist
The mentor is rising, but his coiffure is charming
But there's so many things that we all have missed
Why do I still feel so alarming
We're only in it for the money Frank Zappa says
And boxes were all meant to be popped out of
Unless it is his opinion for the ancient of days
Unless there's preferable isms to shoose from
The flames of destiny will find a dawn of eternity
It is still expensive to live comfortably
There's room here for everybody
Unless we have everything already
Depending upon that in which we take part in
There's nothing wrong with free art then!
Pop Sonnet #80
The Royal Rangers once said to be prepared
It is impolite to stare, unless we get pumped
And I do think that the whole world cared
I'll admit it, I'm totally stumped
Keep secrets, it's healthy and not even kidding
Charity is perilous but it is karmic
Unless God spoiled us by too much giving
Until the light burns out it's last week
Do negative thoughts bring about a catharsis
A purging of frightening days of Thanksgiving
Seasonal problems are about the rehearsals
Don't make much, but it's a living
If I can stop stirring up trouble
There's still time to fix the bubble
Friday, January 17, 2014
Thursday, January 16, 2014
POP SONNETS CONTINUED
Pop Sonnet #61
In the haze of memories night
Hypnotic transformation rings
Underneath the candlelight
An empty rack of blistering
In the community I'll be damned
Start again to laugh at all
Unless I dropped the piece of land
Which wasn't for my gift to call
The dreams I have---My head is swimming
Unless there is a power source
The eleven's that are trimming
I was kind of late of course
And the hour has arrived to beat the system
All my friends, I really missed them
Pop Sonnet #62
When an artist goes to far
Rotten smells were swelling round
Ditching the apples in my car
I could eat a half a pound
Anxiety is it contagious
Shortened lengths are longer still
Could have typed this in my pages
Maybe it is too hard my will
Will I pass or will I fail
Against the odds of my safe place
I fell off the old rail
And barely left without a trace
When I pray to God it sometimes fears
My mind to spin and nose to cheers
Pop Sonnet #63
Writing fast will burn calories quick
When I fell down in the shower
Unless it isn't just a trick
Broke my back, but it's an hour
To write a song and have a dance
Addictive chemicals were bringing
Could I just be taking a chance?
One last chance for all my singing
Analog abacus--Owl of Minerva
Wander down the Street of Shame
I am but a pawn and servant
Don't want to turn this to a game
The slower I write the longer time goes on
There's still a little snow on the lawn
Pop Sonnet #64
Slowing down and catching up
Until I drop the days old fence
And then the animals are pup
Watching that there's no offense
Here today and gone tomorrow
Is there a problem with my madness
Ringing true of all my sorrow
Sometimes fills my heart with gladness
If religion is banned from psychology
Or Angels swing through massive paintings
Then the Last Supper's just a bad movie
And Pierre was nervous daintings
What's a movie, know one knows
Unless the author found his flows
Pop Sonnet #65
Sting ray in the aquarium
Have a holiday at the beach
Touch it and it burns the rum
And in the past we all will reach
The Royal You, the lonely one
Or mumble total loss of schedule
Are we having any fun
The cornerstone is fearful gruel
And make old Hegel sit for hours
Empty thoughts are now repairing
Mocking us he had no showers
Probably should be always staring
Balance brings the sides together
No one know who controls the weather
Pop Sonnet #66
Once was glib and may always will be
Losing weight from brain waves flowing
Routine check ups in my tea
Wish I still could be a' growing
Feverous nerves when there's a program
Hoax us all and fearful fun
Handed down from the old sham
Dinner time is almost done
When my system is not working
Rewards for easier and simple
Ghosts seems to be always lurking
I don't even have a dimple
Cute to me and scary too
Probably should slow down and chew
Pop Sonnet #67
Lyrics don't have to follow patterns
Shaky hands from all my pain
Smoking can be lit by lanterns
Weather's good, I see no rain
And the majority of my own power
Afraid for me--compatibility
Wiles away the hypnotic hour
Late for dinner--Lare for tea
Talked about with the poem
Will we live to see tomorrow
Underground where I am known
Lines of thought that are great sorrow
Other writers write all day too
No one has to catch the flu
Pop Sonnet #68
The Acropolis is a land of giants
Not the kind that are quite mean
Delusions are a afraid of lying
Less that is the jealous lean
Take all my sins away from form
Either art or either ethics
A formless matter in the dorm
God will still conform in breathless
Wearing out my bleeding brain
Scary to think there's good in me
Found my Joy in the old train
Of course, the Quarters were for me
Unless immorality suggests
Nothing's left, an empty nest
Pop Sonnet #69
Poems are hobbies, they can be addictive things
Vote to last longer---wait in line
Relinquish the crowns of all the kings
The Candyman is doing fine
Temptations keep on shouting round
Hatching just an egg or two
Counselors live on the ground
Going bad from lack of true
Stream of conscious, string me along
Unless the chorus is afraid
And write a hundred thousand songs
We'll end at ten and see what's made
A mountain from a mole hill they say
Change the words, it is time to play
Pop Sonnet #70
Bring back the metric system here
One thing leads into another
Let us go to dinner and have a beer
Good fucking grief, oh my brother
Elliptical we went too far
But there's no need to leave this place
Start again, I have no car
It might be too cold in the race
In the night there's over abundance
Now with everything I need
Maybe I am taking a chance
It seems there is a lot of greed
When plots unhatch to stop my madness
I reach for help, and receive gladness
Pop Sonnet #61
In the haze of memories night
Hypnotic transformation rings
Underneath the candlelight
An empty rack of blistering
In the community I'll be damned
Start again to laugh at all
Unless I dropped the piece of land
Which wasn't for my gift to call
The dreams I have---My head is swimming
Unless there is a power source
The eleven's that are trimming
I was kind of late of course
And the hour has arrived to beat the system
All my friends, I really missed them
Pop Sonnet #62
When an artist goes to far
Rotten smells were swelling round
Ditching the apples in my car
I could eat a half a pound
Anxiety is it contagious
Shortened lengths are longer still
Could have typed this in my pages
Maybe it is too hard my will
Will I pass or will I fail
Against the odds of my safe place
I fell off the old rail
And barely left without a trace
When I pray to God it sometimes fears
My mind to spin and nose to cheers
Pop Sonnet #63
Writing fast will burn calories quick
When I fell down in the shower
Unless it isn't just a trick
Broke my back, but it's an hour
To write a song and have a dance
Addictive chemicals were bringing
Could I just be taking a chance?
One last chance for all my singing
Analog abacus--Owl of Minerva
Wander down the Street of Shame
I am but a pawn and servant
Don't want to turn this to a game
The slower I write the longer time goes on
There's still a little snow on the lawn
Pop Sonnet #64
Slowing down and catching up
Until I drop the days old fence
And then the animals are pup
Watching that there's no offense
Here today and gone tomorrow
Is there a problem with my madness
Ringing true of all my sorrow
Sometimes fills my heart with gladness
If religion is banned from psychology
Or Angels swing through massive paintings
Then the Last Supper's just a bad movie
And Pierre was nervous daintings
What's a movie, know one knows
Unless the author found his flows
Pop Sonnet #65
Sting ray in the aquarium
Have a holiday at the beach
Touch it and it burns the rum
And in the past we all will reach
The Royal You, the lonely one
Or mumble total loss of schedule
Are we having any fun
The cornerstone is fearful gruel
And make old Hegel sit for hours
Empty thoughts are now repairing
Mocking us he had no showers
Probably should be always staring
Balance brings the sides together
No one know who controls the weather
Pop Sonnet #66
Once was glib and may always will be
Losing weight from brain waves flowing
Routine check ups in my tea
Wish I still could be a' growing
Feverous nerves when there's a program
Hoax us all and fearful fun
Handed down from the old sham
Dinner time is almost done
When my system is not working
Rewards for easier and simple
Ghosts seems to be always lurking
I don't even have a dimple
Cute to me and scary too
Probably should slow down and chew
Pop Sonnet #67
Lyrics don't have to follow patterns
Shaky hands from all my pain
Smoking can be lit by lanterns
Weather's good, I see no rain
And the majority of my own power
Afraid for me--compatibility
Wiles away the hypnotic hour
Late for dinner--Lare for tea
Talked about with the poem
Will we live to see tomorrow
Underground where I am known
Lines of thought that are great sorrow
Other writers write all day too
No one has to catch the flu
Pop Sonnet #68
The Acropolis is a land of giants
Not the kind that are quite mean
Delusions are a afraid of lying
Less that is the jealous lean
Take all my sins away from form
Either art or either ethics
A formless matter in the dorm
God will still conform in breathless
Wearing out my bleeding brain
Scary to think there's good in me
Found my Joy in the old train
Of course, the Quarters were for me
Unless immorality suggests
Nothing's left, an empty nest
Pop Sonnet #69
Poems are hobbies, they can be addictive things
Vote to last longer---wait in line
Relinquish the crowns of all the kings
The Candyman is doing fine
Temptations keep on shouting round
Hatching just an egg or two
Counselors live on the ground
Going bad from lack of true
Stream of conscious, string me along
Unless the chorus is afraid
And write a hundred thousand songs
We'll end at ten and see what's made
A mountain from a mole hill they say
Change the words, it is time to play
Pop Sonnet #70
Bring back the metric system here
One thing leads into another
Let us go to dinner and have a beer
Good fucking grief, oh my brother
Elliptical we went too far
But there's no need to leave this place
Start again, I have no car
It might be too cold in the race
In the night there's over abundance
Now with everything I need
Maybe I am taking a chance
It seems there is a lot of greed
When plots unhatch to stop my madness
I reach for help, and receive gladness
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
POP SONNETS CONTINUED
Further Poetry Readings
Pop Sonnet #31
The dreams of endless pain and riches
And now we receive a simpler fate
Steal forms of reason from the glitches
Why is there venom at the gate
Commonly the poet knows
And empties all my favorite toys
Unless the Light Bright starts to glow
There's nowhere I can be employed
What is a house, a car, a dream
I'll run away or take me there
A hand me down from broken seams
Some of us just stop and stare
Unless this importance is scaled back a bit
There isn't much more to be split
Pop Sonnet #32
Laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh
There is another way to go
Until we thank the kind steam bath
I've got everything to show
Thank my girls for their kindness and kiss
Object lessons fill my heading
It's a road trip that I should wait to miss
Friendship is the key to sledding
Bread is taken away from here
Replace my fouled up circuitry
Staring down the time of years
Before the anger devours me
And then there's more clarity
Maybe I'm not done with charity
Pop Sonnet #33
Happiness my fleeting state
When do the shadows flee from time
Any voice commiserate
Purgation in my beat up dime
Can't drop a dime cause I don't have one
Until the clan comes raging back
Poor folks they just have way more fun
And prophecy is a mean spirited tack
I feel ugly and lied to by
But there's just a few believers
My consciousness is all bone dry
Everyone hears thoughts that linger
Where are we going, where have we been
The drool that spills down off my chin
Pop Sonnet #34
Return to me, please come back
I am still here, it gives us hope
Never left and that's a fact
Until the hangman unleashes rope
Where is there peace on this great planet
Lack of confidence is fair
So worn out, I should shit can it
But there's a feeling in the air
Be careful not to piss them off
Smoking days were good but over
Lest I develop a real bad cough
Which spirits here can now uncover
Lesson learned I'll copy and paste this repetition
Life is nothing but a mission
Pop Sonnet #35
When love feels like it has gone away
The road is paved, the trail is dusty
The circus is a place to play
My lovers are only slightly busty
Clean up my act and fall as well
For wanting too much and I got it
Unless I'm already in jail
Maybe there is a way to spot it
Overarching candlelight in the night
Of evening morning time stretch
After a few more lit up spites
Never been that good at catch
Frustrating that I'm all worn down
Don't know which ways up and which ways round
Pop Sonnet #36
Take a chance on populist liners places
Chances thin and chances lost
It's a day at the old races
Nothing that can pay the cost
Where is my karma when I need it
Chemicals are all depleted
This brain surgery won't hurt a bit
I'll admit I am defeated
I know when I have been licked
Animate the bleeding mass
There's a note that couldn't stick
Words are flying out my ass
Then again its just a practice of words
Probably have to side with the nerds
Pop Sonnet #37
He is a legend of tomes
Then again where are we now
Can he make my brain from foam
Next year there is another plow
God is dead and God's alive
Run away from all that's certain
Stung us when we stepped on hive
Make sure that you close the curtain
Roads of life are cold and heartless when
We all go through it all in life
Misery has yet to even begin
Wish I never had a wife
Maybe a Tiger Striped Pajama will leave behind
A tiny card I tried to find
Pop Sonnet #38
What happens when all joy is lost
And fly for me, I cannot fly
It seems worse than Holocaust
Did Icarus really die
In Valhalla returns the Gods
To fix a nightmare kicking me
And then they can be reshod
And to Christ I make this plea
I've made this plea many times again
The Lord knows better what I want
There's nothing left for me to win
What I need and to use which font
But computers can be really scary
When they lock up I find I'm wary
Pop Sonnet #39
Too much too soon, cannot be brave
But when the stolen opiodes drain
Think to return back to my cave
Feels like a hole inside my brain
Shiver shake withdrawal or trembling
And now its over and I'm afraid
An ecstasy was worth the nimbling
The rich may hate the things that stayed
But friends in high places are taking care
When illusory images burn and rust
Of my laughter, fears and wares
The oil can is making crust
And it's really hard to gain weight
Even when all Epicurean is on my plate
Pop Sonnet #40
Why are there hate words in my head
The pain from causing others pain
Permanent brain damage and born with it they said
Left a total recurring stain
Will I spoil the last act
Nothing gained by chasing pipe dreams
Can you give away the fact
Fading hollow into seams
Left a mass of waves and crashes
Editing goes on and on
Right to think I dropped my dashes
Now everyone is gone
Who is on the phone, don't talk to me
Can't you see I have to flee
Pop Sonnet #41
Did the Moloch pit appear
A dream a day when dawn is new
When I felt my inner ear
A ride cross rivers in a canoe
And waterfall of damned appearance
Never go back to before
Found it in the books of clearance
Even if it blinds more
Shortening my verses worn thin
To redirect attention spans
Until only one or two letters begin
I have a few real big fans
But what time wastes is not an object lesson
How can you get bored by Bresson?
Pop Sonnet #42
Worlds of dreams are infinite
And shakiness is withdrawal too
My throat feels like it needs relit
Endorphins from a made up zoo
It's like the karmic demons hide
Or is it all just a dream
And beat me up when I can ride
Political nonsense washes up the beam
I respect my friends and leaders
Metaphors cannot be harmful unless
Read most of all of my course readers
Many women lose their dress
But I cannot have it all
Spoiled and magic dances tall
Pop Sonnet #43
When Worlds Collide, and attitudes adjust
Rewrite the history lesson when
Stopping me is what we must
Bugs and spiders on my skin
Mirroring the darkness rises
Voids of memories in their plan
Size him up and pay him prizes
Content with cold and vicious hand
Collapse the mental workout zone
When angels all come crashing in
The storm was for me and me alone
We did what we had too and we will win
Competition is bleeding from my dread
Someday I'll probably wind up dead
Pop Sonnet #44
I remember everything and nothing
Placing in my auto cart
Fading from a wanted sting
Lost again without the art
Self declared is what I am
Fly too high and drop like growing
Staring at the prison grim
Too many cards I have been showing
A routine check up is scary still
The emptiness of lovers lost
Unless I make it by my will
No instant fix from the cross
Shallow days of dreams gone by
And fear and pain circle round my eye
Pop Sonnet #45
A slight burn is what a feeling
Makes me scream when I can't have that
There's still time to start the healing
Curiosity killed the fucking cat
And pain and sorrow leap for joy
Who likes to think of childhood
When all is pitched by my friend Troy
Wishes I would stop the brood
Attitude is everything now and again
But lyric sheets are taking chances
Losers now are later to win
Find a wire in my dances
Burning on my skin is taken
Have I only just been faking?
Pop Sonnet #46
Shaky cameras hide my lies
Just have fun is what I said
When there's no more alibis
Now I'm shaking from my dread
Dungeon keepers trickling
Background noise is all it is
God's messengers are pickling
Choking back on my own fizz
Drop the slab and make it worth it
Grown ups are afraid to cry
Stolen karma scares the jerk fit
Everyday I always die
Dead Telluriders and Aunt Acids
Toe took trips to old Lake Placid
Pop Sonnet #47
Reading books are Hoose Library
Plato, Confucius, Jung, De Sade and Hegel
Elements are all refineries
Except when autism runs from labels
My hands are shaking from fear of God
Or is Bunuel as strange as me
Is there wisdom in the odd
Fear is not an option flee
The bobble never crashed and burned
Where was I am I just a liar
Talking to the Hollywood sign learned
There's no more fire to aqcuire
Or rebuilding my complete collection
Sends me off in all direction
Pop Sonnet #48
Thirteen is not a lucky number
But I cannot work at all
Superstition fills me like a plumber
Work will make me fear the ball
Do I look good or am I ugly
And freaking out when God is wrathful
Do words reduce the pains of hug me
Maybe demons are a handful
Will words create a distant fear
The mall is open, people are there
And pain erases yesteryear
To make us buy new underwear
And threaten children for my own crimes
Glad I am all out of dimes
Pop Sonnet #49
Von Stroheim reminds me of my fate
And can't seem to remember when
When images are meant to create
We've got all this time to spend
I fear myself for very good reasons
Heavy handedness appears
When God reminds me of my treasons
And steals away these empty years
The stream of conscious never stops
When weather does as weather will
And maybe there are still raindrops
I really just enjoy the pill
But maybe it is all for fun
When I am still someone undone
Pop Sonnet #50
Keep moving forward and blow up the box
Critical is fear of thought
When empty feelings scare us all rocks
The blinding technophobe is caught
Treat your toys with care they say
And reminding me to live my life
They may not lock up if we pray
When signs are changing behind a knife
What is contagious memory
When reaching out for compliments
Chances are that they will see
Still won't pay the last is sent
The cradle rocks in outer space
Or final thoughts are making stasis
Pop Sonnet #51
Frescoes come from pain and guilt
Collaborate and remember nothing
Frescoes remain in what we've built
When pride reveals its last sharp sting
Ray got me down in coldest weather
All things of beauty come to pass
Maybe we can play together
Poetry is built to last
And drakness days when I'm pretending
And colleges are worth the grants
Nothing more they keep on seding
Drop weapons and receive your lance
It's not a violent recurring dream
Valor is more than it seems
Pop Sonnet #52
All has ended in returning a result
Forums are a way to blind me
Wish I never formed a cult
Sophistry may some day find me
Got you covered now or do we
You have a really nice figure out
Maybe tolerance has a plea
There was never any doubt
The dark side is just so enticing
Already there but not almost
Maybe I return next Spring
Father, Son and Holy Ghost
A hymnal is a danger book
When Geryon returns the look
Pop Sonnet #53
One love is right and the night feeds my parole
That teaches us to love each other
Another place a fearful scroll
Even if he's not my brother
The makeshift anger of my rage
Until tomorrow's better dew
Leaves me in an empty cage
Is still arriving past the gloom
The sun comes out but it is still cold
Free my plan of suffering
I have just been bought and sold
Born again and for the King
Of fate and chance, the chaos brings
And Aladdin plays with golden things
Pop Sonnet #54
Rocking the cradle goes too far
But workmanship has always failed me
Unless I'm already a star
My old friends will not impale me
Sitting back and arguing stops
Fear is a factor that must go
Beneath the tiny waves of drops
Unless you didn't win the show
To function again is better than
Damned if you do---saved if you don't
A tiny ship that makes me grin
It's all as if God doesn't won't
So just accept that you were there
And just keep all the brainy stares
Pop Sonnet #55
If it feels good, is it really good
Diseased brain is what I feel
Leprosy was in the hood
Until I return to the real
An ending myth of prophecy
A lake, a forest and a tree
To separate desire's plea
To tread thin ice is not for me
I'm not an athlete, I don't understand
And whittling could take some time
Why words don't seem to lend a hand
Someone else pays for this rhyme
When publishing is the latest cure
I still am empty in the blur
Pop Sonnet #56
When I rush into the battle
Take a ride on donkey day
Someone else has sold my cattle
Palm Sunday is a day away
And capitals seem to be shouting
Fade away this pain and sorrow
What more in my hopeless doubting
There will be joy in my next morrow
Purgation brings a trap or too
And dreams will fade and dreams will die
But it's my fault to be with you
Unless I withhold all the lies
Tear up your offer, it's not for me
I'd rather smoke neath a willow tree
Pop Sonnet #57
Once more I have set the standard
But it's not a braggart's way
To be good at what is branded
Fights the fiction every day
All my sins will be my burdens
Guilty free or sinful sermons
And take away the empty Bourbons
That clutches onto my old word games
And love for fun is not a clue that makes us laugh
Switching brands is what I do
Upon the day of my reckoning caraffe
To please the crowd they're better too
When there's still more we can see
Just fulfill this one last plea
Pop Sonnet #58
An epic fills my pointless anger
I'm warning you not to beat Shakespeare
When all fulfilled the last of danger
You'll wind up with a twisted leer
Caravaggio is a queer work of art
Humane to God's dominion is fine
But that is all that's in my cart
I drank too much expired wine
And alcohol is good when handled
The dollar store they sent me to
By the lights of all the candles
There's one more thing I've gotta do
Build a bridge, and don't deserve it
It takes time the things that fill it
Pop Sonnet #59
A double black ski ride named Storm Drain
When snow is icy from the sun
Seems to me an easy rain
And now I'm broken and I'm done
There's only two more words to write
When tantrums end like a small child
The episode is still a fright
I give it all to Oscar Wilde
Pick and stick is an old legend now
Unless the boots of shoes are tearing
I don't want that anyhow
A hole in my pants is what I'm wearing
The haze is filled with love for me
But I can't have what ain't for me
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It wears me out like Radiohead
When Schopenhauer thinks its boring
To think that I can live with dread
There's silence in my chainsaw snoring
A bitter dew of mindless gaze
And laughter is my medicine
Returns to me into a phase
But up the ante and strive for the win
Of course, my brain is damaged now
And there's a time for what we do
I just don't have the balls to bow
Unless we don't eat all the stew
I'm not a writer, just a regular guy
Unless there is joy in your eye
Pop Sonnet #31
The dreams of endless pain and riches
And now we receive a simpler fate
Steal forms of reason from the glitches
Why is there venom at the gate
Commonly the poet knows
And empties all my favorite toys
Unless the Light Bright starts to glow
There's nowhere I can be employed
What is a house, a car, a dream
I'll run away or take me there
A hand me down from broken seams
Some of us just stop and stare
Unless this importance is scaled back a bit
There isn't much more to be split
Pop Sonnet #32
Laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh
There is another way to go
Until we thank the kind steam bath
I've got everything to show
Thank my girls for their kindness and kiss
Object lessons fill my heading
It's a road trip that I should wait to miss
Friendship is the key to sledding
Bread is taken away from here
Replace my fouled up circuitry
Staring down the time of years
Before the anger devours me
And then there's more clarity
Maybe I'm not done with charity
Pop Sonnet #33
Happiness my fleeting state
When do the shadows flee from time
Any voice commiserate
Purgation in my beat up dime
Can't drop a dime cause I don't have one
Until the clan comes raging back
Poor folks they just have way more fun
And prophecy is a mean spirited tack
I feel ugly and lied to by
But there's just a few believers
My consciousness is all bone dry
Everyone hears thoughts that linger
Where are we going, where have we been
The drool that spills down off my chin
Pop Sonnet #34
Return to me, please come back
I am still here, it gives us hope
Never left and that's a fact
Until the hangman unleashes rope
Where is there peace on this great planet
Lack of confidence is fair
So worn out, I should shit can it
But there's a feeling in the air
Be careful not to piss them off
Smoking days were good but over
Lest I develop a real bad cough
Which spirits here can now uncover
Lesson learned I'll copy and paste this repetition
Life is nothing but a mission
Pop Sonnet #35
When love feels like it has gone away
The road is paved, the trail is dusty
The circus is a place to play
My lovers are only slightly busty
Clean up my act and fall as well
For wanting too much and I got it
Unless I'm already in jail
Maybe there is a way to spot it
Overarching candlelight in the night
Of evening morning time stretch
After a few more lit up spites
Never been that good at catch
Frustrating that I'm all worn down
Don't know which ways up and which ways round
Pop Sonnet #36
Take a chance on populist liners places
Chances thin and chances lost
It's a day at the old races
Nothing that can pay the cost
Where is my karma when I need it
Chemicals are all depleted
This brain surgery won't hurt a bit
I'll admit I am defeated
I know when I have been licked
Animate the bleeding mass
There's a note that couldn't stick
Words are flying out my ass
Then again its just a practice of words
Probably have to side with the nerds
Pop Sonnet #37
He is a legend of tomes
Then again where are we now
Can he make my brain from foam
Next year there is another plow
God is dead and God's alive
Run away from all that's certain
Stung us when we stepped on hive
Make sure that you close the curtain
Roads of life are cold and heartless when
We all go through it all in life
Misery has yet to even begin
Wish I never had a wife
Maybe a Tiger Striped Pajama will leave behind
A tiny card I tried to find
Pop Sonnet #38
What happens when all joy is lost
And fly for me, I cannot fly
It seems worse than Holocaust
Did Icarus really die
In Valhalla returns the Gods
To fix a nightmare kicking me
And then they can be reshod
And to Christ I make this plea
I've made this plea many times again
The Lord knows better what I want
There's nothing left for me to win
What I need and to use which font
But computers can be really scary
When they lock up I find I'm wary
Pop Sonnet #39
Too much too soon, cannot be brave
But when the stolen opiodes drain
Think to return back to my cave
Feels like a hole inside my brain
Shiver shake withdrawal or trembling
And now its over and I'm afraid
An ecstasy was worth the nimbling
The rich may hate the things that stayed
But friends in high places are taking care
When illusory images burn and rust
Of my laughter, fears and wares
The oil can is making crust
And it's really hard to gain weight
Even when all Epicurean is on my plate
Pop Sonnet #40
Why are there hate words in my head
The pain from causing others pain
Permanent brain damage and born with it they said
Left a total recurring stain
Will I spoil the last act
Nothing gained by chasing pipe dreams
Can you give away the fact
Fading hollow into seams
Left a mass of waves and crashes
Editing goes on and on
Right to think I dropped my dashes
Now everyone is gone
Who is on the phone, don't talk to me
Can't you see I have to flee
Pop Sonnet #41
Did the Moloch pit appear
A dream a day when dawn is new
When I felt my inner ear
A ride cross rivers in a canoe
And waterfall of damned appearance
Never go back to before
Found it in the books of clearance
Even if it blinds more
Shortening my verses worn thin
To redirect attention spans
Until only one or two letters begin
I have a few real big fans
But what time wastes is not an object lesson
How can you get bored by Bresson?
Pop Sonnet #42
Worlds of dreams are infinite
And shakiness is withdrawal too
My throat feels like it needs relit
Endorphins from a made up zoo
It's like the karmic demons hide
Or is it all just a dream
And beat me up when I can ride
Political nonsense washes up the beam
I respect my friends and leaders
Metaphors cannot be harmful unless
Read most of all of my course readers
Many women lose their dress
But I cannot have it all
Spoiled and magic dances tall
Pop Sonnet #43
When Worlds Collide, and attitudes adjust
Rewrite the history lesson when
Stopping me is what we must
Bugs and spiders on my skin
Mirroring the darkness rises
Voids of memories in their plan
Size him up and pay him prizes
Content with cold and vicious hand
Collapse the mental workout zone
When angels all come crashing in
The storm was for me and me alone
We did what we had too and we will win
Competition is bleeding from my dread
Someday I'll probably wind up dead
Pop Sonnet #44
I remember everything and nothing
Placing in my auto cart
Fading from a wanted sting
Lost again without the art
Self declared is what I am
Fly too high and drop like growing
Staring at the prison grim
Too many cards I have been showing
A routine check up is scary still
The emptiness of lovers lost
Unless I make it by my will
No instant fix from the cross
Shallow days of dreams gone by
And fear and pain circle round my eye
Pop Sonnet #45
A slight burn is what a feeling
Makes me scream when I can't have that
There's still time to start the healing
Curiosity killed the fucking cat
And pain and sorrow leap for joy
Who likes to think of childhood
When all is pitched by my friend Troy
Wishes I would stop the brood
Attitude is everything now and again
But lyric sheets are taking chances
Losers now are later to win
Find a wire in my dances
Burning on my skin is taken
Have I only just been faking?
Pop Sonnet #46
Shaky cameras hide my lies
Just have fun is what I said
When there's no more alibis
Now I'm shaking from my dread
Dungeon keepers trickling
Background noise is all it is
God's messengers are pickling
Choking back on my own fizz
Drop the slab and make it worth it
Grown ups are afraid to cry
Stolen karma scares the jerk fit
Everyday I always die
Dead Telluriders and Aunt Acids
Toe took trips to old Lake Placid
Pop Sonnet #47
Reading books are Hoose Library
Plato, Confucius, Jung, De Sade and Hegel
Elements are all refineries
Except when autism runs from labels
My hands are shaking from fear of God
Or is Bunuel as strange as me
Is there wisdom in the odd
Fear is not an option flee
The bobble never crashed and burned
Where was I am I just a liar
Talking to the Hollywood sign learned
There's no more fire to aqcuire
Or rebuilding my complete collection
Sends me off in all direction
Pop Sonnet #48
Thirteen is not a lucky number
But I cannot work at all
Superstition fills me like a plumber
Work will make me fear the ball
Do I look good or am I ugly
And freaking out when God is wrathful
Do words reduce the pains of hug me
Maybe demons are a handful
Will words create a distant fear
The mall is open, people are there
And pain erases yesteryear
To make us buy new underwear
And threaten children for my own crimes
Glad I am all out of dimes
Pop Sonnet #49
Von Stroheim reminds me of my fate
And can't seem to remember when
When images are meant to create
We've got all this time to spend
I fear myself for very good reasons
Heavy handedness appears
When God reminds me of my treasons
And steals away these empty years
The stream of conscious never stops
When weather does as weather will
And maybe there are still raindrops
I really just enjoy the pill
But maybe it is all for fun
When I am still someone undone
Pop Sonnet #50
Keep moving forward and blow up the box
Critical is fear of thought
When empty feelings scare us all rocks
The blinding technophobe is caught
Treat your toys with care they say
And reminding me to live my life
They may not lock up if we pray
When signs are changing behind a knife
What is contagious memory
When reaching out for compliments
Chances are that they will see
Still won't pay the last is sent
The cradle rocks in outer space
Or final thoughts are making stasis
Pop Sonnet #51
Frescoes come from pain and guilt
Collaborate and remember nothing
Frescoes remain in what we've built
When pride reveals its last sharp sting
Ray got me down in coldest weather
All things of beauty come to pass
Maybe we can play together
Poetry is built to last
And drakness days when I'm pretending
And colleges are worth the grants
Nothing more they keep on seding
Drop weapons and receive your lance
It's not a violent recurring dream
Valor is more than it seems
Pop Sonnet #52
All has ended in returning a result
Forums are a way to blind me
Wish I never formed a cult
Sophistry may some day find me
Got you covered now or do we
You have a really nice figure out
Maybe tolerance has a plea
There was never any doubt
The dark side is just so enticing
Already there but not almost
Maybe I return next Spring
Father, Son and Holy Ghost
A hymnal is a danger book
When Geryon returns the look
Pop Sonnet #53
One love is right and the night feeds my parole
That teaches us to love each other
Another place a fearful scroll
Even if he's not my brother
The makeshift anger of my rage
Until tomorrow's better dew
Leaves me in an empty cage
Is still arriving past the gloom
The sun comes out but it is still cold
Free my plan of suffering
I have just been bought and sold
Born again and for the King
Of fate and chance, the chaos brings
And Aladdin plays with golden things
Pop Sonnet #54
Rocking the cradle goes too far
But workmanship has always failed me
Unless I'm already a star
My old friends will not impale me
Sitting back and arguing stops
Fear is a factor that must go
Beneath the tiny waves of drops
Unless you didn't win the show
To function again is better than
Damned if you do---saved if you don't
A tiny ship that makes me grin
It's all as if God doesn't won't
So just accept that you were there
And just keep all the brainy stares
Pop Sonnet #55
If it feels good, is it really good
Diseased brain is what I feel
Leprosy was in the hood
Until I return to the real
An ending myth of prophecy
A lake, a forest and a tree
To separate desire's plea
To tread thin ice is not for me
I'm not an athlete, I don't understand
And whittling could take some time
Why words don't seem to lend a hand
Someone else pays for this rhyme
When publishing is the latest cure
I still am empty in the blur
Pop Sonnet #56
When I rush into the battle
Take a ride on donkey day
Someone else has sold my cattle
Palm Sunday is a day away
And capitals seem to be shouting
Fade away this pain and sorrow
What more in my hopeless doubting
There will be joy in my next morrow
Purgation brings a trap or too
And dreams will fade and dreams will die
But it's my fault to be with you
Unless I withhold all the lies
Tear up your offer, it's not for me
I'd rather smoke neath a willow tree
Pop Sonnet #57
Once more I have set the standard
But it's not a braggart's way
To be good at what is branded
Fights the fiction every day
All my sins will be my burdens
Guilty free or sinful sermons
And take away the empty Bourbons
That clutches onto my old word games
And love for fun is not a clue that makes us laugh
Switching brands is what I do
Upon the day of my reckoning caraffe
To please the crowd they're better too
When there's still more we can see
Just fulfill this one last plea
Pop Sonnet #58
An epic fills my pointless anger
I'm warning you not to beat Shakespeare
When all fulfilled the last of danger
You'll wind up with a twisted leer
Caravaggio is a queer work of art
Humane to God's dominion is fine
But that is all that's in my cart
I drank too much expired wine
And alcohol is good when handled
The dollar store they sent me to
By the lights of all the candles
There's one more thing I've gotta do
Build a bridge, and don't deserve it
It takes time the things that fill it
Pop Sonnet #59
A double black ski ride named Storm Drain
When snow is icy from the sun
Seems to me an easy rain
And now I'm broken and I'm done
There's only two more words to write
When tantrums end like a small child
The episode is still a fright
I give it all to Oscar Wilde
Pick and stick is an old legend now
Unless the boots of shoes are tearing
I don't want that anyhow
A hole in my pants is what I'm wearing
The haze is filled with love for me
But I can't have what ain't for me
Pop Sonnet #60
It wears me out like Radiohead
When Schopenhauer thinks its boring
To think that I can live with dread
There's silence in my chainsaw snoring
A bitter dew of mindless gaze
And laughter is my medicine
Returns to me into a phase
But up the ante and strive for the win
Of course, my brain is damaged now
And there's a time for what we do
I just don't have the balls to bow
Unless we don't eat all the stew
I'm not a writer, just a regular guy
Unless there is joy in your eye
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
If you've read and enjoyed Paradise Faust, then you may very well be interested in these creative, but not by the book Sonnets.
Pop Sonnet 1
In the mystery of my conclusive strength
Unless that length will really die
I could never shorten length
The house is floating in the sky
When I ride the last of my supply
Unless this means I have a hunch
The overlords will never die
I'm not so good at the number crunch
Whether time is a mystery
And what's the master plan
To discover that I am nothing
And to be just what I am
To live and die in any city
Shouldn't be fearful but can be pretty
Pop Sonnet 2
Passing time or pasa tiempo in Spa
Everytime the newborns cry or rage
Unless Everything falls apart
There is no heart in my next page
I get lost even in KMART
Unless of course my hit is wooden
Sounds of laughter feel my scorn
There's nothing left I probably shouldn't
When nothings left to be forlorn
Funnier but not important not profound and not even chosen
Misery accompanies my over excited
Now I know my brain is frozen
How can we say were all invited
Unless this tears a hole in you
You'll probably create a thing or two
Pop Sonnet 3
The autumn moon is eclipsing in winter woods
Give up the ghost and I'm not lying
Scary but there are some goods
Lest the spirit isn't frying
Holy thou oh King Of Jews and King of Kings
Unless we are all so confused
Who redirects my offerings
By the man that has been overused
Unholy smoke the quench of my old drifting
There may be several understudies
May not need another lifting
And I don't want to harm any of my buddies
There is a door out there
But I trip and fall when I just stare
Pop Sonnet 4
Nature drives a wildebeast
End the war of all mankind
A battle cruiser is what I need least
Where's the gun I cannot find
If will is worth a hundred quarters
And if there's no one else pretending
Why can't I find the language borders
I find my days are always ending
Creatures are heavenly if you will
Or ram your batter gainst my tower
Space me out and make me ill
And find my way to my next shower
Unless we all are having a good time
And the creature beast is sipping lime
Pop Sonnet 5
When darkness fades and dementia ends
Insert a paradigm here
There is a rule that always bends
Dread and heartache cry for leer
Monist or Dualist or can be both
Or will there be a holy ghost
And both sides can even cloth
When nothing is appearing most
Shaky hands and sacrifices
Can I break out of this lock
Losing all my thoughtless vices
Probably an empty crock
Vortex chakra cosmic mandala
When I fear my own agenda
Pop Sonnet 6
Is this written in a rush
When fun and games come crashing down
Don't mind me I'm just a lush
And smiles just all turn to frowns
Verses scare my toxins out
Lest some demons are good and some are not
But they'll be there without a doubt
When angels guard the Land of Lot
And look bak unless its frightening
Free me of all my sin
Only sorcerers summon lightning
Is this tolerant idealism again
Not all of one substance fits with all other forms of others
Lets hear it fir the last of our Native American brothers
Pop Sonnet 7
Quench my spirit when I'm draining
Multiply my basic needs
Droughts will come and its always raining
Unless they all just turn to greeds
Drugs are fine if you can handle them
Stems revere there hypnotic effect
Unless you are cut down to them
Reminds me of how we've all been wrecked
My human interest rounds my robin
Change my head into a car
Unless there's hurt and then we're sobbin'
And float off the road into a star
It's just a mystery and no one dies
And the wagging dog replies
Pop Sonnet 8
Chasing the dragon is one thing to do
And understand that money helps
But why kill dragons, you'll be blue
Unless my weakness always yelps
In a spiral, in a blender
Cold withdrawals, gives me the shakes
We will all return to sender
And this how my heart aches
Funnier now I'm listening
When fear is love and passes by
Waiting for that final christening
The fear of love is in my eye
Unless I blended useless meaning
Who will even do the cleaning
Pop Sonnet 9
It always gets a little harder
Returning now with my elixir
Probably shouldn't drop a card here
Thought there was a way to fix her
Holy Lord is this in vain
And now my back is all hunched over
It hurts a lot when you bring the pain
I've never found a four leaf clover
Group the names and words together
Forgive is us all it pisses off
Forgive the one who's in the weather
The stain and the cough
Unless I get a ghost of happy pills
That roast me in my simple ills
Pop Sonnet 10
Books are written for the timing and reason
Withdrawal has become such a bother
Unless there's Hollywood's freezing
Freedom reigns from one another
Shockwaves in my chemistry
Unless the mirror world will get you
Feels like I am never free
In a chain of foolish rue
What makes the mortal anguish rely on love
There is no gold under the rainbow
Attracting jealousy, hatred, lies and bluff
Chase it in all the moonglow
Globular visions from the hubbling hobble
And sometimes I just start to wobble
Pop Sonnet 11
Derive a words from syntax lost
Choosing all my signifiers
The langue and parole of chaos lost
My head is so full of liars
Head is a monkey when choices fail you
There's an empty paradigm
'Isms' boxes popping out
Like a Jack O' Lantern in the slime
All that can sharpen the global structure
Better to build bridges then to burn them
While I try to avoid the D.W. Griffith Corruptor
My mind is still very grim on a whim
Style and form and content all is lost
There's no one here to pay the cost
Pop Sonnet 12
Coming alive as God's creation and order of the species
And staring at a wall of shame
In Salo people eat their feces
Why there is really none to blame
In light of order time and giftings
Is there a way to just break even
There's a card shark in my drifting
There's one more thing I gotta do
And in those days we know we're bluffing
In case I cannot buy a clue
Fill me up with liar's stuffing
To gain weight and be hunched over
I am sorry that you lost your rover
Pop Sonnet 13
Static frees from end to end
Bend and break is the goal of evil
Unless the devils words make me bend
Out of reach is my boll weevil
Spank your monkey, slam your door
Until I find another prophet
And it all winds up on the dirty floor
You know I've got to when I off it
Learning lessons for beginners
And losers frame the verse around
Is not just a place for winners
There's suddenly just no more sound
The music fades the lightning crashes
I don't know where to placce my dashes
Pop Sonnet 14
The lightning falls, the breathing grows
A toy can lose its teeth and hair
It suddenly grew like a wooden nose
And that is why we take good acre
Of priceless objects that happen by
And prison is not any man's desire
In case a needle's in my eye
Unless his pants are caught on fire
Listen to what you want, my mind keeps stinging
A busy bee that keeps on dripping
In case the world is always brining
The words we write are always slipping
I'd like to watch my little sister grow
But in this world I cannot show
Pop Sonnet 15
Be not afraid, the angel siad
And Prophecies were gliding in the sky
And then it went to Joseph's head
Chariots with wheels, I could not lie
Unless going way too far
And stealing nature needs permission
Is crashing all of my old cars
I've never been that good at fishing
For days and nights these poems are alive
Hidden cameras in my walls
Without knocking down my hive
Makes me feel I'm very small
The dive in is a prurient nature of gold
No wonder I'm so fucking cold
Pop Sonnet 16
If Gin is Djinn and Herb's a Growin'
When too much chemistry explodes
There's nothing more we can be knowin'
My computer falls off of its nodes
And crime and Lima in a coffin's vein
My memory is so divisive every day
Stares at me like Summer rain
The storm will drown my mind away
Nervous when I hear a horn
Nervous when I do or don't listen
Paranoia and fear subside
Take my diary read the pages glisten
Panic is my fear of change
Nothing's good when I derange
Pop Sonnet 17
In Atlantis there are dreamers
And emptiness is a guidance tool
Scared away by raging screamers
Flying in the face of a total spool
Spilling coffee on my book
Pather Panchali''s water skippers
Makes me take another look
Can I win one for the gipper?
Stop writing when I'm all worn out
Abuse the system so they say
Stop lying when I scream and shout
And who here is allowed to pray
My heart's desire keeps changing rotating into the nexus
Don't know what you mean by Solar Plexus!
Pop Sonnet 18
Keep on the sunny side and so they say
Unless the heart of my phoenix tear
A dead man's tears are born this way
Makes me so afraid to leer
Now I am on disability
When the Lord Giveth and The Lord Takes
I can't write things down just to feel free
My heart just seems like it only breaks
Blame me for your indecision
When I felt the need to lend a hand
Don't like to laugh at your derision
My poetry turned out so bland
There is a way to stop the writing
Moonbeams by my candle lighting
Pop Sonnet 19
Female sensitive practice desire
Read a book or two and see
When there's nothing left to wire
There's a way out of this misery
And in my pain the dark descends
Spacing out and mirroring
Can't we all be all be friends
Emptiness is all it brings
Or start again and make us laugh
When Gideon blinded me today
Unless Safari's picture giraffe
Michael's really not that way
I will defend my own beliefs
Or lightning bolts may cop my wreaths
Pop Sonnet 20
No one says it's easier
Eyes are not to be poked out
Fading out into the blur
Haven't you the slightest doubt
Wrecking balls are made of iron
Bronze is not what I desire
Global media is cool until firin'
I wish I was not a liar
Unless a lie or two protects me
Can I make it to the end
Then three's nothing left in the sea
I can't even call a friend
Got you covered, what's God said
Wonder how many books I've read
Pop Sonnet 21
Can't we all just live forever
Stabbed at night in my bad pain
I think we on this Earth are clever
Really glad it's not the rain
More and more is all I have saved
More and more my culture's bagged
Still I seem to rant and rave
Coming out wrinkled and ragged
Wearing out my old Tinkerbell
Light of day and dark of night
Is there anyone that can save me from hell
I am not ready for a fight
Don't get annoyed at my word choices
I'm probably just hearing voiecs
Pop Sonnet 22
Disease and plague and war and famine
Reverse rhe flow of simple logic when
Feed it up to build the mammon
I don't see where this could end
Passing time and verses rehearse the mind
Cannot seem to improve my back
Cannot wait just to unwind
Almost had a heart attack
When I uncover all this pain
And Elvis will expose his problem here
All that's left is my old stain
Unless I just choose to drink beer
When the depression is high the anxiety is low
And then it starts to reverse the flow
Pop Sonnet 23
Wearing thin upon my cold
But a wiser man once said
Wearing thin is getting old
Sink your teeth into some bread
Comedies are scaring me, and Horror films are laughing
Unless Brutus stabs me in the back
What we need is some new staffing
I'll return right to the rack
And does having fun mean no more words
In my professor's old reply
Does he say what have you heard
There's still a friction in the sky
War can be stopped when driving far
Next time I should buy a car
Pop Sonnet 24
Now I cannot answer calls
Unless my own nervous intervention game
I don't have the fucking balls
Screws me up and makes us lame
Itching on a rash of memes
Fancypants and stupid days
Wishing to get back to Number Nine Dream
Are vanishing into the haze
Lust and hate they are contagious
Except the book of love is clear
And poetry it has no wages
Why kill an innocent deer
Or shoot someone for disagreeing with
Don't make me see another Sith
Pop Sonnet 25
Conditions of my suffering
And in a blade of grass I see
Don't know what my girls will really bring
Truth and Wisdom staring at me
When there's good karma in this free
No more laughing when time erases sin
What more is there to see in a movie
Don't know where to begin
Should I throw this poem away
Or will a pack of friends pick me up
Should I keep the wolves at bay
And now there's decaf in my cup
Coming down is really scary
Why am I so very wary
Pop Sonnet 26
Never could figure out Iambic Pentameter without fear
An emptiness will fill my void
So I'll just keep the Psych Up Cheer
Unless God is really annoyed
From hearkening the days of yore
Reversing time is not an option unless
I found it on the Spanish floor
I don't know how to wear a dress
And old age has a go at youth
My back is twisted and its broken
Could I just be an old Sleuth
But the spells are reawoken
Or are they is that even a word
Say it again, what have you heard?
Pop Sonnet 27
Bipolar Schizophrenia is not something to brag about
When Esther leaves a shipping news
Of course, there's a way to have doubt
I can't even find my clues
My emotions are to extreme
And take my time with empty words
Find my way back to the dream
Unbridling all of the girds
Emptiness is poet's logic here
But facing fear can lead to death
To scare away my empty fear
I never want to stop this breath
Lord, take my pain and beat the devil
Is this really on the level?
Pop Sonnet 28
What's it like to be an artist, what's it like to be a God
In a Rarebit Fiend's Dream
I will reahearse in my old chorus of nod
Or steady my gaze at all the lessons
Bresson is dark, but he believes
In the land of Milk and Honey
And there is so much I grieve
Probably should have left my money
Or drill exams that can't be shared
Poison in my brain keeps dripping
It's a notecard now we're scared
Hopes its not bleeding in the gripping
Of consciousness expansion I will not speak
Maybe not until next week
Pop Sonnet 29
Why did the devil fight with God
The battle rages on but I
Who is the author of Nimrod
Try to fit in so I lie
And then I get my just desserts
Or if a trucker hurts a kid
Feeling like there are more curts
I think I'll blow my fucking lid
Maybe I'm alone in my own thoughts
So do or don't your always damned
Or maybe that what leads to rot
In Paisan there's priests who eat canned ham
And maybe it's just a movie
I'm feeling a lot more groovy
Pop Sonnet 30
Tigers, Bears and Lions too,
And when I'm spoiled like a raisin
Faeing fears is nothing new
I carve the crazy crazy craisin
Too much food or not enough
Mana and fowl falls to the ground
But the birds spoil when there's too much
Throw it out without a sound
This book is getting really weird
Recognize my pain and sorrow
Don't know if I should grow a beard
I'll take a taxi to the doctor tomorrow
Or share a lot of well rounded thoughts
This is what comes from casting lots!
POP SONNETS
If you've read and enjoyed Paradise Faust, then you may very well be interested in these creative, but not by the book Sonnets, of which there are many.
Note: like other work of mine, there is so much of it that there are painful misnomers. When quoting these, remember that the lessons are good, but wholly imperfect!
Note: like other work of mine, there is so much of it that there are painful misnomers. When quoting these, remember that the lessons are good, but wholly imperfect!
Pop Sonnet 1
In the myztery of my conclusive strength
Unless that length will really die
I could never shorten length
The house is floating in the sky
When I ride the last of my supply
Unless this means I have a hunch
The overlords will never die
I'm not so good at the number crunch
Whether time is a mystery
And what's the master plan
To discover that I am nothing
And to be just what I am
To live and die in any city
Shouldn't be fearful but can be pretty
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Passing time or pasa tiempo in Spa
Everytime the newborns cry or rage
Unless Everything falls apart
There is no heart in my next page
I get lost even in KMART
Unless of course my hit is wooden
Sounds of laughter feel my scorn
There's nothing left I probably shouldn't
When nothings left to be forlorn
Funnier but not important not profound and not even chosen
Misery accompanies my over excited
Now I know my brain is frozen
How can we say were all invited
Unless this tears a hole in you
You'll probably create a thing or two
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The autumn moon is eclipsing in winter woods
Give up the ghost and I'm not lying
Scary but there are some goods
Lest the spirit isn't frying
Holy thou oh King Of Jews and King of Kings
Unless we are all so confused
Who redirects my offerings
By the man that has been overused
Unholy smoke the quench of my old drifting
There may be several understudies
May not need another lifting
And I don't want to harm any of my buddies
There is a door out there
But I trip and fall when I just stare
Pop Sonnet 4
Nature drives a wildebeast
End the war of all mankind
A battle cruiser is what I need least
Where's the gun I cannot find
If will is worth a hundred quarters
And if there's no one else pretending
Why can't I find the language borders
I find my days are always ending
Creatures are heavenly if you will
Or ram your batter gainst my tower
Space me out and make me ill
And find my way to my next shower
Unless we all are having a good time
And the creature beast is sipping lime
Pop Sonnet 5
When darkness fades and dementia ends
Insert a paradigm here
There is a rule that always bends
Dread and heartache cry for leer
Monist or Dualist or can be both
Or will there be a holy ghost
And both sides can even cloth
When nothing is appearing most
Shaky hands and sacrifices
Can I break out of this lock
Losing all my thoughtless vices
Probably an empty crock
Vortex chakra cosmic mandala
When I fear my own agenda
Pop Sonnet 6
Is this written in a rush
When fun and games come crashing down
Don't mind me I'm just a lush
And smiles just all turn to frowns
Verses scare my toxins out
Lest some demons are good and some are not
But they'll be there without a doubt
When angels guard the Land of Lot
And look bak unless its frightening
Free me of all my sin
Only sorcerers summon lightning
Is this tolerant idealism again
Not all of one substance fits with all other forms of others
Lets hear it fir the last of our Native American brothers
Pop Sonnet 7
Quench my spirit when I'm draining
Multiply my basic needs
Droughts will come and its always raining
Unless they all just turn to greeds
Drugs are fine if you can handle them
Stems revere there hypnotic effect
Unless you are cut down to them
Reminds me of how we've all been wrecked
My human interest rounds my robin
Change my head into a car
Unless there's hurt and then we're sobbin'
And float off the road into a star
It's just a mystery and no one dies
And the wagging dog replies
Pop Sonnet 8
Chasing the dragon is one thing to do
And understand that money helps
But why kill dragons, you'll be blue
Unless my weakness always yelps
In a spiral, in a blender
Cold withdrawals, gives me the shakes
We will all return to sender
And this how my heart aches
Funnier now I'm listening
When fear is love and passes by
Waiting for that final christening
The fear of love is in my eye
Unless I blended useless meaning
Who will even do the cleaning
Pop Sonnet 9
It always gets a little harder
Returning now with my elixir
Probably shouldn't drop a card here
Thought there was a way to fix her
Holy Lord is this in vain
And now my back is all hunched over
It hurts a lot when you bring the pain
I've never found a four leaf clover
Group the names and words together
Forgive is us all it pisses off
Forgive the one who's in the weather
The stain and the cough
Unless I get a ghost of happy pills
That roast me in my simple ills
Pop Sonnet 10
Books are written for the timing and reason
Withdrawal has become such a bother
Unless there's Hollywood's freezing
Freedom reigns from one another
Shockwaves in my chemistry
Unless the mirror world will get you
Feels like I am never free
In a chain of foolish rue
What makes the mortal anguish rely on love
There is no gold under the rainbow
Attracting jealousy, hatred, lies and bluff
Chase it in all the moonglow
Globular visions from the hubbling hobble
And sometimes I just start to wobble
Pop Sonnet 11
Derive a words from syntax lost
Choosing all my signifiers
The langue and parole of chaos lost
My head is so full of liars
Head is a monkey when choices fail you
There's an empty paradigm
'Isms' boxes popping out
Like a Jack O' Lantern in the slime
All that can sharpen the global structure
Better to build bridges then to burn them
While I try to avoid the D.W. Griffith Corruptor
My mind is still very grim on a whim
Style and form and content all is lost
There's no one here to pay the cost
Pop Sonnet 12
Coming alive as God's creation and order of the species
And staring at a wall of shame
In Salo people eat their feces
Why there is really none to blame
In light of order time and giftings
Is there a way to just break even
There's a card shark in my drifting
There's one more thing I gotta do
And in those days we know we're bluffing
In case I cannot buy a clue
Fill me up with liar's stuffing
To gain weight and be hunched over
I am sorry that you lost your rover
Pop Sonnet 13
Static frees from end to end
Bend and break is the goal of evil
Unless the devils words make me bend
Out of reach is my boll weevil
Spank your monkey, slam your door
Until I find another prophet
And it all winds up on the dirty floor
You know I've got to when I off it
Learning lessons for beginners
And losers frame the verse around
Is not just a place for winners
There's suddenly just no more sound
The music fades the lightning crashes
I don't know where to placce my dashes
Pop Sonnet 14
The lightning falls, the breathing grows
A toy can lose its teeth and hair
It suddenly grew like a wooden nose
And that is why we take good acre
Of priceless objects that happen by
And prison is not any man's desire
In case a needle's in my eye
Unless his pants are caught on fire
Listen to what you want, my mind keeps stinging
A busy bee that keeps on dripping
In case the world is always brining
The words we write are always slipping
I'd like to watch my little sister grow
But in this world I cannot show
Pop Sonnet 15
Be not afraid, the angel siad
And Prophecies were gliding in the sky
And then it went to Joseph's head
Chariots with wheels, I could not lie
Unless going way too far
And stealing nature needs permission
Is crashing all of my old cars
I've never been that good at fishing
For days and nights these poems are alive
Hidden cameras in my walls
Without knocking down my hive
Makes me feel I'm very small
The dive in is a prurient nature of gold
No wonder I'm so fucking cold
Pop Sonnet 16
If Gin is Djinn and Herb's a Growin'
When too much chemistry explodes
There's nothing more we can be knowin'
My computer falls off of its nodes
And crime and Lima in a coffin's vein
My memory is so divisive every day
Stares at me like Summer rain
The storm will drown my mind away
Nervous when I hear a horn
Nervous when I do or don't listen
Paranoia and fear subside
Take my diary read the pages glisten
Panic is my fear of change
Nothing's good when I derange
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In Atlantis there are dreamers
And emptiness is a guidance tool
Scared away by raging screamers
Flying in the face of a total spool
Spilling coffee on my book
Pather Panchali''s water skippers
Makes me take another look
Can I win one for the gipper?
Stop writing when I'm all worn out
Abuse the system so they say
Stop lying when I scream and shout
And who here is allowed to pray
My heart's desire keeps changing rotating into the nexus
Don't know what you mean by Solar Plexus!
Pop Sonnet 18
Keep on the sunny side and so they say
Unless the heart of my phoenix tear
A dead man's tears are born this way
Makes me so afraid to leer
Now I am on disability
When the Lord Giveth and The Lord Takes
I can't write things down just to feel free
My heart just seems like it only breaks
Blame me for your indecision
When I felt the need to lend a hand
Don't like to laugh at your derision
My poetry turned out so bland
There is a way to stop the writing
Moonbeams by my candle lighting
Pop Sonnet 19
Female sensitive practice desire
Read a book or two and see
When there's nothing left to wire
There's a way out of this misery
And in my pain the dark descends
Spacing out and mirroring
Can't we all be all be friends
Emptiness is all it brings
Or start again and make us laugh
When Gideon blinded me today
Unless Safari's picture giraffe
Michael's really not that way
I will defend my own beliefs
Or lightning bolts may cop my wreaths
Pop Sonnet 20
No one says it's easier
Eyes are not to be poked out
Fading out into the blur
Haven't you the slightest doubt
Wrecking balls are made of iron
Bronze is not what I desire
Global media is cool until firin'
I wish I was not a liar
Unless a lie or two protects me
Can I make it to the end
Then three's nothing left in the sea
I can't even call a friend
Got you covered, what's God said
Wonder how many books I've read
Pop Sonnet 21
Can't we all just live forever
Stabbed at night in my bad pain
I think we on this Earth are clever
Really glad it's not the rain
More and more is all I have saved
More and more my culture's bagged
Still I seem to rant and rave
Coming out wrinkled and ragged
Wearing out my old Tinkerbell
Light of day and dark of night
Is there anyone that can save me from hell
I am not ready for a fight
Don't get annoyed at my word choices
I'm probably just hearing voiecs
Pop Sonnet 22
Disease and plague and war and famine
Reverse rhe flow of simple logic when
Feed it up to build the mammon
I don't see where this could end
Passing time and verses rehearse the mind
Cannot seem to improve my back
Cannot wait just to unwind
Almost had a heart attack
When I uncover all this pain
And Elvis will expose his problem here
All that's left is my old stain
Unless I just choose to drink beer
When the depression is high the anxiety is low
And then it starts to reverse the flow
Pop Sonnet 23
Wearing thin upon my cold
But a wiser man once said
Wearing thin is getting old
Sink your teeth into some bread
Comedies are scaring me, and Horror films are laughing
Unless Brutus stabs me in the back
What we need is some new staffing
I'll return right to the rack
And does having fun mean no more words
In my professor's old reply
Does he say what have you heard
There's still a friction in the sky
War can be stopped when driving far
Next time I should buy a car
Pop Sonnet 24
Now I cannot answer calls
Unless my own nervous intervention game
I don't have the fucking balls
Screws me up and makes us lame
Itching on a rash of memes
Fancypants and stupid days
Wishing to get back to Number Nine Dream
Are vanishing into the haze
Lust and hate they are contagious
Except the book of love is clear
And poetry it has no wages
Why kill an innocent deer
Or shoot someone for disagreeing with
Don't make me see another Sith
Pop Sonnet 25
Conditions of my suffering
And in a blade of grass I see
Don't know what my girls will really bring
Truth and Wisdom staring at me
When there's good karma in this free
No more laughing when time erases sin
What more is there to see in a movie
Don't know where to begin
Should I throw this poem away
Or will a pack of friends pick me up
Should I keep the wolves at bay
And now there's decaf in my cup
Coming down is really scary
Why am I so very wary
Pop Sonnet 26
Never could figure out Iambic Pentameter without fear
An emptiness will fill my void
So I'll just keep the Psych Up Cheer
Unless God is really annoyed
From hearkening the days of yore
Reversing time is not an option unless
I found it on the Spanish floor
I don't know how to wear a dress
And old age has a go at youth
My back is twisted and its broken
Could I just be an old Sleuth
But the spells are reawoken
Or are they is that even a word
Say it again, what have you heard?
Pop Sonnet 27
Bipolar Schizophrenia is not something to brag about
When Esther leaves a shipping news
Of course, there's a way to have doubt
I can't even find my clues
My emotions are to extreme
And take my time with empty words
Find my way back to the dream
Unbridling all of the girds
Emptiness is poet's logic here
But facing fear can lead to death
To scare away my empty fear
I never want to stop this breath
Lord, take my pain and beat the devil
Is this really on the level?
Pop Sonnet 28
What's it like to be an artist, what's it like to be a God
In a Rarebit Fiend's Dream
I will reahearse in my old chorus of nod
Or steady my gaze at all the lessons
Bresson is dark, but he believes
In the land of Milk and Honey
And there is so much I grieve
Probably should have left my money
Or drill exams that can't be shared
Poison in my brain keeps dripping
It's a notecard now we're scared
Hopes its not bleeding in the gripping
Of consciousness expansion I will not speak
Maybe not until next week
Pop Sonnet 29
Why did the devil fight with God
The battle rages on but I
Who is the author of Nimrod
Try to fit in so I lie
And then I get my just desserts
Or if a trucker hurts a kid
Feeling like there are more curts
I think I'll blow my fucking lid
Maybe I'm alone in my own thoughts
So do or don't your always damned
Or maybe that what leads to rot
In Paisan there's priests who eat canned ham
And maybe it's just a movie
I'm feeling a lot more groovy
Pop Sonnet 30
Tigers, Bears and Lions too,
And when I'm spoiled like a raisin
Faeing fears is nothing new
I carve the crazy crazy craisin
Too much food or not enough
Mana and fowl falls to the ground
But the birds spoil when there's too much
Throw it out without a sound
This book is getting really weird
Recognize my pain and sorrow
Don't know if I should grow a beard
I'll take a taxi to the doctor tomorrow
Or share a lot of well rounded thoughts
This is what comes from casting lots!
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