Pop Sonnet #580

Itemizing presence for a wake of reborn babes
Plot entire progress with arc-lamps in the vapors
Takes a lot of time to properly handle Gabe's
Exciting daily challenge that cuts you in the papers

So visualizing somnolence will always act you out
Having such a memory and feeling all the doubt
Carnal seepage mental shed frozen on the couch
And doubling over laughing but feeling like a lout

Which makes an entire fever run back to the fair
Couched in terms of holograms the impetus is there
Catch a fallen star to catch a hidden stare
Which makes for frontage proper about a lachrymose care

For beaches and for volleys, I know a few tens
But without the care they take, empty the shavings

Pop Sonnet #581

So if it comes to roost in your dream of agility
Spend it all to phantom raised in mass of number nine
That spent the morrow frothing at the ever loving ability
Which sends forth all the drainage that drains could ever vine

A wrecked out tricked out motor holies
That reminds of how good the roadies
Simply worked for presence mostly
Ghosts are so very ghostly

Without exception the moisture is through
Breathing a bit of debris in an afternoon for true
And throwing back to Kevin what Kevin always knew
That time and chance would be an answer polished for the blue

Which takes some time of caring for the dying neighbor's truck
And that is why I'm looking out for the home that goes to luck

Pop Sonnet #582

What that means exactly is that pressure is always on
From the middle of the day and the end of the early dawn
The motor head and peacefulness that offered what was gone
And took away my pain for the nurses in the lawn

That walked around at times when holding back the pain
They did not want anyone to know about that might effect their brain
And limping round the basement means work is here to stain
The commodities that accept no guilt for peevish in the drain

Makes a genteel plea for heaven send us the way back
Without a double principle that hangs on to the tack
And coughs up all the asthma that exists on the track
So if you are good at running, what's the point of looking back

So wander around in Winter, walkabout in Spring
As soon as it is Easter there will be the coming of the King

Pop Sonnet #583

Feeling a bit heavy handed sometimes when writing
Guns take lots of time for sighting
Principles of faded scopes lighting
With the proper bulb and knighting

For a prisoner that loses touch
With all that happens oh so much
And relegates the after touch
That properly wears the best of crutch

The mile feels so long they say
And this is why we slow 'er down to pray
For the things that have to fade
And never will it all be made

For the prison that you build around you
May one day keep it from the fear too

Pop Sonnet #584

When I have been down a road of genre it is hard to go back
To the same place that sponsored the attack
Unless I roam around in place and borrow the sack
Of greens that you gave me, I will always just look, Mack

Because I'm getting pumped up by slowing down the muse
And making sure that every time I pick up I am fused
By the double vision that operates that abused
And gathers up the children so they never get confused

By words and things that make no ever aching freaking sense
That pretends on scoping out a problem and ending evidence
Because what's the point in living if filthy birds make dents
On censorship that comes to you when not wanting to be bent

Up by an enemy that will be attracted to words you do select
And there's already been many f-bombs used for added effect

Pop Sonnet #585

Carefully I wander back and forth in the den
Feeling separated from anywhere I've been
Wondering and wandering without a separate bin
For working on the way in which we save our game for them

So if they do come reading what all we have programmed
And one day if it matters how much we've been since then
When time was rushing by in a feel of systems gem
With rocks that were as nice as having fun along with her and him

Because refurbishments are placated by the rest of the courage hands
That stole a cherry blossom from a garden that was in the plans
To encourage longer syntax harmonies that take on for the man
A promise that was broken when at last we stand

And good thing God uses every little bit
Of memory in the memory card that never can forget

Pop Sonnet #586

No trouble ever comes my way at all
Unless you follow me today
Because when we've toyed with what is tall
You can never slash the gray

When perilous promotions come storming cross the sky
And windy is the overblown wreckage in the fly
That operates a gondola when operations try
To reprimand the hobby and turn around for thine

And keeps us alive and keeps there secrets safe
Unless off of the tiny bit of stress it causes weren't worth the space
Feeling comfortable only when labeled as a waif
And of we go when fictive encounters cross us in the brace

That was worn as long as possible without a day is ending
Can you really believe all the messages that I have been sending

Pop Sonnet #587

This won't hurt a bit my child when you are so close
Doesn't mean to follow a whole mountain with the slowest
So if you ever make some, make sure you make the most
And even if life is constantly taxi in the host

Of problems that you'd like to solve when roads are all messed up
Just fix what you can day by day when they make it up
And render back your fortune for tomorrow's Silver Cup
Of when you turn to disbelief you find your prayer is mixed up

And what goes around goes aground
Can't take back what ain't rewound
Can't always reach back for the pound
Clearly clearing up the fact that we are making sound

And use of Holy Spirit that floods around the pain
And heals the translucent that suffer all in vain

Pop Sonnet #588

What feathers you clear empty pool of tirade's for a drink
Doesn't mind a rescue that dives back in the think
That property costs a lot more than a valuable old sink
But both are factored in of course when selling the hole blink

At you for awhile and fix your bad positioning it ruins your posture now
Couldn't ever find things ever so complicated right allow
Endearing to the heavens that bring back what is hollow
And that is the last time I will ever have to borrow

A vessel that empties itself when held on through the ride
And empties all five hundred cups of decaf that you have churning inside
At least the day is coming when digestion has arrived
And solely fills your brains with fluid that happens to imbibe

And all is gaining back the only pretense you've ignored
Can it be that everything was always so implored

Pop Sonnet #589

Take back your happy ending for what means a lot right here
Involved in all the ways to get you to stand up and cheer
To fly the time around the way that things will time and steer
The plane in the right direction invited by a nearer

Thing that planned so early that it commonly made sure
To where anything that looked good within the great demure
And wandered back to home in time to feel a bit more pure
And stopped us right from asking what could not be found alluring

For a simpler pattern expressed in all the same ways
That it takes for bookends to really give back to the filets
Which smell so good that slowing down is all that really plays
And market me as much as you want the dividend that stayed

Because you too can change the world like I will
Just about time to focus on that underhanded object to be completely filled

Pop Sonnet #570

Let us get the ball rolling in this mind sweep phase
A new mental challenge for the challenged and the haze
That speaks to the potent like a sympathy for craze
And sometimes you just do things for those that obeys

Sparkling refreshments need a gallon of ice
Sometimes I'd do anything for spice
Extra time to propose a roller rink of mice
That play all day for extra credit and a vice

Of a sprinkled residue that builds up the whole day
Even when we make sure to push it all away
And will the winds ever calm or do they stay this way
When Arlen took me to breakfast, I felt better pray

For all the things we do and all what's done some more
And that is simply what we need for the darkest core

Pop Sonnet #571

Tell everyone you meet that they have a need to be alive
Because once in awhile they have thought of dives
To be on the dashboard of make believe that will cope with hives
That eat away the flesh of hoping not to notice lives

Lived for a note to a common good
When T. More's Utopia spills around the understood
Way of being when nothing goes wrong should
Now I'm tired and frustrated for the silver wood

That meets me in a manner that simply repeats
Unless you are tongue tied for a thousand sheets
That bothered to bring back the ghost of sickle beats
Returning to the distances of men that meets

So in case you are still alive will you be remembered too
About all kinds of things that will remain quite true

Pop Sonnet #572

As long as it doesn't look easy at all that is fine by me
It is so freaking heady that it lives comfortably
And carefully we peel back what we need to be
So we will maintain an order that supposedly

Won't discomfort all the elders that need to be overturned
And I think it's almost time for a disc to be burned
But there's thirty more to go before the day is learned
All it takes is a wink to bring the witch to the adjourned

So rediscover magic beneath a common path
Near a tree by a crick, it's an autumn bath
For the keepers in the spots to attack the math
That coincides with soldiery that page turned calf

That sprinkles on the extra days of signed by vice
And will always keep you no matter what paralyzed

Pop Sonnet #573

If you have to work real hard so I propose to you
That you won't find a tirade for the prison too
Keeps a blind eye for Maude and her real deal true
That was an effortful day of jokes for the crew

That ransacked a gutter snipe that felt real sad
When he bent down for a dollar that God may have had
Unless there's somewhat autobiographical Chad
Was as nice as he could be to others that were padded

In their cells and no room to move
Unless comfortably declined for an idol's groove
That knew that someday it would even be removed
And I don't support man's hate or lust for the well behooved

That were emptying for days and nights along the silence
So that is about the moment that removed the violins

Pop Sonnet #574

So I have a dark dark past, but yours is darker still
And that's no way to charge up the simple will
For an occasion in a memory that will be uphill
For the journey's never easy unless time to reel

One in for distance and plan your upkeep
And one time away from surfaces belongs to sleep
That empty out the latches for what's buried deep
Implying that the tides have turned for your in steep

Uphill and around the pleasant half and half
Bring me the giant find of the carafe
And share a dozen lessons for a spot of laugh
That for the sake of laughter took us down to a hath

That was for what you had and not for long
Because if there's a time we should go forward to be strong

Pop Sonnet #575

I agree strong fully that you should agree
But there are a few points to be indiscreet
For the rest of your life you'll turn in back for wheat
That Corner's in from the land of milk and meat

That we cannot separate from a simple job
Sheltering the way that we were paid by sobs
That created a big tower that went to the hobs
Of a million different languages that were known by Bob

Who diced up the practice constantly that no one believes
Unless you have an orphan in your companies
That was brought to life and happy for the allegories
That once emphasized a metaphor of the sympathies

That were bought back when the company filed in time
And they brought back to sympathy a dozen flights

Pop Sonnet #576

Fly somewhere else when you do an aerial
And that which is important remains on the scale
Unless you want to operate the magnet fail
That wants to demonstrate another time to pail

That which holds to the thing that we all love the most
And saves an old agenda for what damages ghosts
That lucky number even or odd what is all the roast
Of a simple cardiogram that gives away the host

Of complaints that never made the registry
And a copy of a copy is enough to be
An impetus collided with an old man's deed
That simply wound up corks and brought us for the tea

That felt so good when times are felt for breath is there
About another empty day with empty bare

Pop Sonnet #577

Oh the gift of acting and writing plans
Were about to shovel out for the hidden lands
That were around the heavens in an auto Rand
Saving every drop of coin for the catch of Dan

That was feeling pretty good because that simply orchestrates
When cultural pollution tends to ameliorate
That which is not believed in a simple fate
Which no matter who you are could circumnavigate

And when we find our way to the time that is ours alone
I don't think that forever is a way to groan
That the plan for curving backwards is a vociferous loan
That will chastise you so often you'll be in the Roan

Of a secret wave that masticates itself
And dissipates the logic waiting for a wealth

Pop Sonnet #578

Better be sure, as sure as sure can be
Or you'll never get back all your sympathy
And for now there's nothing else for which a man made key
Will open up the lock out vociferously

And receptacles recycles and reusable equipped
Doesn't mean it ain't for real that you are whipped
At least we demonstrate that you are promised gripped
For the ledge that gets real icy can be way bad slipped

So stay awake when driving to the ends of the Earth
And remember all that matters now is what your worth
Which is in God's domain a lot more than the birth
Of others taking time to be part of the surf

That is up on waves about to break and crash
And for now will add it up so that we save a scratch

Pop Sonnet #579

Not sure where number signs came into this
Not sure if the day is ending full of fever bliss
That will take a jet fueled race car to a auto miss
Nearly had a wipeout on the roundabout risk

Because if you are running late, you will get there in due days
For whatever memories are springboard plays
Returning just a sonnet to a breaking wave
That crashes all around us in the broken for saved

That were limping into the finish from their beat up prow
And that is the only time you know they do allow
A simple reason to pray for everyone you know right now
When B. Melgares feels better than you too will say how

Because finding middle ground is sometimes possible too
That doesn't mean that no man is in charge of you

Pop Sonnet #560

Having a hard time with staying awake
How hard the wind blows today of all shake
What cooks close to the surface is enough to bake
Under a frozen hallowed nice fake

That kept up a downer living the lesson
Make no mistake when visiting guessing
Chemistry falls short of the messing
Under a scope of thirty five seconds

That I will one day complete all that's due
In course for repetition that values the clue
Underneath an important word for those new
And pain and suffering run their course true

Because underneath a groaning man's grin
Is a lesson of time tables that can be thin

Pop Sonnet #561

Still dragging ass back into the line
Dragging and dragging is this old design
Caught an important tear of this wine
Fall back on sorters for another rewind

A day for the meeting the package I wait
All day and night in case you are late
And if it ended now then that is my fate
Take your time and offer more meat on my plate

But if you only eat vegetables, fine by me, yes
Unless there's a diet that adds to your stress
And all these chemicals have made life less
Painful to deal with in course of duress

So wrap it all up in the package that's built
Holding on to all of what is put in the hilt

Pop Sonnet #562

As long as the day is quiet on the farm
And turning off my old snooze alarm
That comfortably rounded out my dead arm
That was sliced off in rapid succession for harm

It seems to continue that we all make mistakes
Running back to class that is for the old shakes
That make mental notes when everything makes
No garbage is behind us in the old time that rakes

Because there is a man who values hard work
Knows that he is never accused of the quirk
That simply leaves a failure of mirk
Simply in wooded days for the perk

That comes upon all of us that are quite patient
Offers design for the movie tone nation

Pop Sonnet #563

Sometimes when I'm worn out, it's hard to accept
That a day off is what I can precept
Into a day of designed choir concept
That never trans along for the old forceps

Bipassing a system beneath the safe bet
That remembers everything else you forget
When computers take over, they'll be a target
And make one more bucket of blood that we let

A simple days work and no wages but few
That is the concept that we live through
For all the days of the passage that grew
Simply, oh simply reminds me of you

And the old sake of case that is dire
Found out that once in awhile it is fire

Pop Sonnet #564

That makes us worry about the windy days
Make them, oh make them, all go away
Unless dreams are real then I'd say for the play
That I look around for the objects to filet

And ribbons that were cut, are like ribbons for studied
Please be more carefully when vibrated muddied
For the old man that feels like he's buddied
Under the ground grows the one thing that's putty

And find a philosopher's dream in my Leibniz head
Call us all back to Calculus dread
That goes over when we are lead
From time to time a fraction is bread

That never goes bad when you keep it in form
Just make sure that it don't get too warm

Pop Sonnet #565

Auto-pilot arrives for all the days long
Not that a day off would do for the song
Because words are all here to always belong
A longevity quota so full of the wrong

Moves never made here, it's not a grave
Bargained ever so lightly for the man's shave
That was ever so close as a save
Beneath the emptied feeling of waves

That replace gently when sonar is in
Prepares us all for the bitter wind
That blows across mountains like anything thin
And goes ahead and waits for that to rescind

Apartments are nice when they grow into nature at best
Don't you know, will it be just like the rest

Pop Sonnet #566

Easy does it there captive, of last night's big ender
That always gets crazier without a lender
Of moisture that falls when we needed a sender
That any old time will take cash for tinder

Box full of matches, in case you need some
That are available when there is Rum
Beneath the soda that is no longer bummed
From all the ones that deserve to be glum

Because they are happier than they let on
Of course it's an option to be progress song
And if you need a lap dance to get on
With your lady friend by herself she is gone

And that is the way it almost always works out
It is okay to be single no doubt

Pop Sonnet #567

So close to the end of another days reading
That really hurt me because I am still bleeding
From brain cell to brain cell that picks up defeating
From Out of the Past that scene with the meeting

Where all of the gangsters meet up to compare
All of the things at which they do stare
And out of a baggage claim do you now dare
To sparkle the water that stays in the air

And precipitates around and around
Sometimes never even making a sound
Sometimes filling the dessert's ground
That makes me want to reach out and pound

Because it pays to make good decisions
Less addled by paranoia conventions

Pop Sonnet #568

If there's a problem with love for the ticket stub
How old will you be when I'm here in grub
Down for the while that it takes to stay cautioned rub
And make no mistake about the great club

When you don't practice I'm sure it still happening
Fall on the ground, when found for the zappers
This is the way we bend rules beginning
And chase down the street the innocent flappers

That make no mistake when fishing for curt
The times that I swear I had only desert
And took down a pace of making the old dirt
That rigidly applies to what is made hurt

So no problem with a collection of make or break
Items that are so very fond of the cake

Pop Sonnet #569

That you had and ate too, that's fine by me
Autumn and Spring are different when pleas
Are heard from good manners that adjust for the tree
And purposefully shed their branches and lee

Is what they pay for when opening closed
That another day, we'll find you've been Losey
Down by the pain of what to do when your hosed
Beneath a closed form of the man for the Posey

That holds onto what matters at lunch
Makes you feel wanting to lean for the crunch
And if you know that time bunched
Back to bend backwards for Spring in the hunch

That you have to deal with everyday when fighting
Never grow tired, never grow tired of writing

Pop Sonnet #550

To return to normal after growing in size
Searching oh searching for someone else's guise
Been to the bottom to find the next lies
That flaunt all of their performances into the paradise

That utopia that we have all seen
Into the vortex and round the machine
Doubt into the nexus you will thus lean
Spoke for a double dutch memory in scene

That loses a few, never knows how
Without finding all of those I avow
Into the dollhouse confession is now
Because I saw Dylan in the room allow

Not for your one and only child of God
To fall apart under that which is not for the laud

Pop Sonnet #551

Never mind normal when a snake in it's den
Stirs up and down taking care of the grin
And for himself he must always now fin
The escalade that prisms the computer chip sin

That excavates what reality doubles
Well acquainted with your troubles
Carving the other date from the old bubbles
That grow back in days like angrily rubbles

Beneath the Tokyo Godfathers there are two others
Rent free from the library offer some brothers
A local turn of the key into the hidden lovers
That will dive in from miles above her

And relay a link from time to time
That will seize upon the starch in the grime

Pop Sonnet #552

It is not easy to copy down verses
That pander to a whole disparate band of nurses
And found it hidden inside of this way rehearses
Unless I get nervous when around the curses

That echo in chambers for all men to hear
The trouble that spreads good words is not for here
And excruciate the winds of mainstream clear
That make for all kinds of web-o-verse beer

That seeps from the tap of yesterdays addiction sting
And hype up the addict not so out of steam
That deserves a current of rewards that will sing
About the dream that keeps on within a dream

So round out your effort because this is fun
Don't you know nothing can be overdone

Pop Sonnet #553

Understand where you're coming from been in a scape
That brings a bandage around the old drape
And beats out the penance for an angrily nape
That finds the neck portion alive for the shape

Of karma oh what could that be
Just an old tune of a madman's insensitivity
That brought back a cushion of separate agenda, see
Double or triple that is fine by me

Or penetrate logical data that could
Empty the case for liquor mart hood
Hand in a paper of machine law abiding good
And for ever the record will say what it should

Because even though I thought I turned away
It wasn't long before the whole thing came crashing my way

Pop Sonnet #554

No need to be nervous for the whole trip
Brought it about to look at your lip
Which has never felt more chapped then a carriage of kits
That flew all over our dreary deemed lesser than bits

That pay for how fast we get to the end
About that other level, I will have to send
The pain in my gut is about to bend
Me over into the covered wagon of friends

Because I thought I could take anything hard
But before my meds killed me, I thought I'd be on guard
For all the mystification of that other far
Away so close Farewell, we go in the car

That takes us on trips that are not that incidental
Finding a case of the road that is mental

Pop Sonnet #555

Mental goes for the healthy that some may make plain
Find time standing beneath the cold drain
That pours out the waters upon the Earth's mane
And mainline a ringer for middle ground aim

Stalk not the stalkers, they will always be round
Maybe they will find a way not to make a sound
Unless natural wind process made for the ground
The shaken form of lifelong been around

For fortune finds longing beneath the Earthquake
And simply does not care for the sonnet mistake
That quests on for Earthly belongings that wake
Up to the foreground that vibrates the lake

The water will ripple if you have checked it
And without a doubt, someone will inspect it

Pop Sonnet #556

So what, we have a collection of sacred toys
That are about to make a day full of ploys
When lost more than gained, we obviously made alloys
Of returned old diversity to bear the gap boys

Who are pardoned within an inch of their life
Making the nervous energies knife
Of an old man that was chopped up by a wife
Of someone else that belonged in the strife

Because sometimes the rhyming dictionary fails
And launches us cosmonauts onto entrails
Of a total beastly alien that makes for the sales
That curve a word upward for the time in the hell

That bargains with souls about the old days
And makes the hesitant feeling err be at bay

Pop Sonnet #557

So repeat when you just don't know what to do
And that is a taken offer for you
Beneath the wombat and time to eat grew
A nice old lock of hair in the comb for the true

That makes us meet elsewhere when we can't go on looking
Beneath the map of the fable time booking
Underneath the wobble of the empty fad crooking
Better be sure for the capper is looking

And my hat hair is so bad that I feel I'll be bald
In a few days and nights for the stalled
Under the sympathy nice for the gall
That spreads messages as effectively as De Gaulle

The old French are in charge of more than we know
They did invent movies, just so you know

Pop Sonnet #558

The debate rages on in dorm rooms that fail
To effectively care for the pair
Of brand new gates that are haling
About the abuse that is now for the hair

That grows back in tufts but still you look fine
Because there are women that are waiting in line
To be accepted by sex that is divine
So why all the turn offs when you have been Rhine

Gold for a clue of certainly still
That sugarcoats all of the impetus will
By being around for the cosmic for nihil
And finding a difference for the last kill

That bullet they saved for an important tread
Of mainly the things that go to my head

Pop Sonnet #559

So at least now the aesthetics win out
And art over ethics without
A single story of robots that pout
When they've got to invent something to complain about

Unless they don't understand why you're gone
And nothing can make the innocent try and pawn
The empty love life of my sisters are dawn
And often alive with the loneliness on

Because we take care of what we can do
Unless someone is angrily looking for you
Without a doubt they'll be here it's true
That automation makes all for the orgy in new

And leaves out the Flaming Creatures for now
Until one day Jack Smith takes his deserved bow

Pop Sonnet #540

Dissonance of letters that have been written
Psyche me up and send me your smitten
Heavily clad for Winter's getting
So much of the heavy blood we've been letting

And working so long, day after day
Empties the process in which we do stay
Offer up the logos for that away
That carries back with those that mind Ray

A man with a goal in his stead
Winds up always breaking bread
And finds out that it is lead
That children always find thread

Bare to the approach a wisp of wheels
To behind the children of appeals

Pop Sonnet #541

So read as much Bordwell as you can
Because you know I am a real big fan
Of film history, which I take when I can
And offer back to the way that is at hand

An offering beneath the golden books
That appeared in nature to bring their looks
Without getting ahead of all the cooks
That were as good as good can brooks

Were babbling steadily near the pond and whistle
Behind a bush where might be trickle
And what comes and goes like work for thistle
Caught a carbon copy in the tickle

Which makes us laugh and now no more
Monkey Business is for the double score

Pop Sonnet #542

When perfect harmony is restored
There is a way to be a reward
For the way to play a chord
Takes practice that remains implored

By the way we Christen thee
Those genteel, so gently
Refrain from wakes so particularly
And invite the right incessantly

Because the tracks of Winter's fade
Unto tomorrow's adventure made
Got to hand it to the folks that grade
There's a way to make the shade

Up by the tarp over an event is good
And the youth have understood

Pop Sonnet #543

Why be hard when the attack
Falls so softly from the back
And without a piped in lack
Simply offers an old hack

That refrains like a whipper snapper
Feeling like you'll find a capper
But beneath the stones of lapper
Find the hottest of the flapper

Because in communities we care
We care so much we often stare
But leave children covered air
And hold on for the fortune stare

That simply holds onto what we want most
And helps a dozen other hosts

Pop Sonnet #544

It is hard to take care of everything
Perhaps you can in a time of clings
That return to the manic springs
Full of quiet time in sings

Because problems take about four weeks
To go away when secrets leak
And offers guilt upon the meek
Guilty free is what they seek

So shout for joy the Earth is here
And we'll be festooned in Lear
Simply going out the ear
To be stricken from the gear

Learn to live with what you have got
And save your time to shoot the next shot

Pop Sonnet #545

When called upon a simple quest
You can foretell you'll stand the rest
Of time's important to the the best
That simply denote their patient guest

And no complaints is where I drive
Simply here and there alive
Because I know you'll have a dive
Off in Summer look like Clive

A friend of mine from long ago
Who had much fun, inside the show
And saved up all his emotive glow
For the candle in the blow

So spare me details of your innocence benign
When Judgement comes faith is the sign

Pop Sonnet #546

Lead by example, so they assume
Forging nations out of bloom
And big times for bigger moons
That retract back into Lagoons

That make for space in the time ship
Cracking on like an invisible whip
That sparkles spins without a sip
Of someone else's found to grip

A quitter makes a happy crew
Unless they quite chillin' with you
And that is enough to all see through
Unless it's tough to be here with dew

Upon the my tail, you come from behind
Let us aloft empty for the climb

Pop Sonnet #547

You'll never know for sure, obviously
So take your time and all your energy
To not scream out that you can see
A double door that empties for thee

Unless a spy December bold
Left you all hurt in Winter cold
Because you can feel quite from told
That life goes on, by day which folds

Unto the seams of haunted guess
And leaves us pleasing us for yes
And takes the time of saving the rest
For relaxed fears of haunted quest

But in our growth, we shake the claim
Bottom's up, and down the drain

Pop Sonnet #548

Should I be concerned with what I do
Find me empty here for you
Trying as I may and do
That the curtain falls too soon

For us enthusiasts of life and love
For the darling that came above
That groovy time we felt the shove
Out the door into a deadly glove

That reeks of Venom on the pin
Don't you know, there's no time to win
Because by now a Christian's been
To places that we often grin

For what's in store, could be execution
For the rumor in your contusion

Pop Sonnet #549

At last a chance, to say goodbye
And fear returns to the very sly
That come right back to where they die
And cradle on for hanging thighs

Are often the part of legs I crave always
And empty lessons of generational fades
And slip on Thirds for Fassbinder's sleighs
Riding back to ribbons made

That fresher juice with additives
That hook us all, no matter where we live
And teach us to have the finer give
Of at least partially healthy poised in responsive

So juke the ball over the night
And fairly able taking flight

Pop Sonnet #530

Take back by night my head from kind
Lost a reality check for all the mind
Found a card that had been signed
Offer trails for all the lined

Liner notes that make me feel good again
Don't know what to run from then
Always know just where you've been
Make up rules for a game of gin

Spaced out for blinder timing
Found the heady in the rhyming
Lost a girl for time was signing
Underneath the Autumn mining

That lasted for a dozen days
And empty plan for how this stays

Pop Sonnet #531

Disagree and that's okay by me
Finding out how others be
Until the naught is dead by deed
And offer out that one last plea

To derange an empty plan
Got so far from opera man
That I laughed until the fan
Broke in half from time to can

That emptied out upon the grass
The rain drops fell around at last
And moisturized the Spring child mast
Never mind when gone to pass

Because it draws a fifth of pain
And reminds us why there is brain

Pop Sonnet #532

Why waste a talent that you had
Memorizing that which is sad
Please oh please just don't get mad
At me when your not so glad

All these stories of the feelings
Staring up at the red ceilings
Empty amped of lost in dealings
And don't forget the full on wheelings

That popped like a cork beneath the rye
Pleasantly she moaned for sigh
And afterwards she took a guy
Full of candor on the supply

So don't make fun when things look great
And empty up the clear full plate

Pop Sonnet #533

Perfection never comes to us
So just put on as much as just
Could do without the bust
And that is how you end the lust

For frustration magnetizes this
Random oddness that is list
For the best and worst of tryst
Without a mile for the gist

Don't matter if you cannot share
Emptiness beneath the air
Harder than the things we bare
And lost again for voices stare

And grow up with the rest of days
Making empty for the grays

Pop Sonnet #534

And that's about half of what's intending
Got to run away from friending
When the episodic mending
Revamps mystification for sending

Out the governed bits of lieu
Out for simple nocturnal crew
All the things you have to do
Without pleasure empty true

Because I'll be there like I said
Unless you chase me from my bed
And take a breather for the bread
That is a mainstay for what's said

And it's okay to find yourself back
Because it disappears into the tack

Pop Sonnet #535

Would have really lost it all
Worried them not a good call
Have to orchestrate the stall
For the phony in the fall

Because it is not my place to judge
Nor will I ever hold a grudge
Eating all my mother's fudge
And emptying out a prayerful budge

To catch a giant man that's green
Bit all up by allergies
Bit and bit by the tiny things
That crawl around us in the stings

And don't know if it is too small to see
That is why it still hurts me

Pop Sonnet #536

If I suddenly feel rushed
I think that is fully hushed
Embarrassed by the silver brushed
Full of trails cut through the thrush

And when things used to be here gained
For the obvious were stained
And the broken down was explained
About a film that takes the rained

So I walked a long long ways
Empty at the bottom pays
Sometimes it is shortened for the Quay's
cartoons that were all right phase

And take me as I am or should
Empty what you understood

Pop Sonnet #537

Getting to the bottom of a day
Feels so good it is important say
That I do dare you to feel away
Of about the honest ray

Of sun that peers through clouds
And makes us where all our shrouds
Because sometimes it is allowed
To worry about what you've been endowed

And weather permits we'll see that
Was a way back to the bat
To be scared of crowded hats
And to feel the chomp of gnats

Gnawing through the skin and bone
Feeling always the way to atone

Pop Sonnet #538

If loss is all you have to feel here
Ditching for the empty tear
Ditched again it feels so near
When operation is the year

Of living time for waiting all
The man understands why not to call
Unless you went too far that wall
Is hiding out an organ's stall

Because in Oregon there is nature every place
Try to wind down just in case
Wound up like a cork and snapped in trace
About the ease that saves you face

And if you are not quite done yet
Then write about what you regret

Pop Sonnet #539

Nothing is going to change the facts
That simply ties you down with tacts
And empties out the repeated acts
Without a rotten time for sacks

Of potatoes that fill the hunger
There is a lot of power among her
And I reach out for the stung her
With whatever rung here

Was to stop a simple pattern
Like the rings of oldest Saturn
Like the animals of lanterns
Still a word does not form matter

Because what comes from nothingness
Only what is vacuum bliss

Pop Sonnet #520

All the time a big project is ahead
Of the rest of what is lead
To be a mainstay in the stead
And clear up unimportant fed

Because everyone deserves a meal
Space appears for reversing appeal
And take advantage of my squeal
To reiterate the compass wheel

That plagiarizes nothing more
And shakes you up to the core
Leaving a space for full life noir
That sparkles here from shore to shore

And makes some noise for life is here
The day we beseech until a year

Pop Sonnet #521

So the beat will turn you on
Never simply what is gone
And opposed to making dawn
Come again it won't be long

Before the makeup splices hair
And the maids of honor begin to stare
At the apropos of thought for prayer
Emptied out the ladder chair

That gets in the way of the project bliss
Hearkens back to the ultimate miss
That conquers stares beneath the wrist
And makes for bold searches kissed

Making all the preachers preach
Stop again forsook beseech

Pop Sonnet #522

That took their time to compose
And the millisecond had arose
When life was all turned into prose
And shown off wares to days unknown

So take a feel of reach inside
And properly you will imbibe
A priceless drink made for the scribes
That have never once held out to bribe

You cannot be written down for bad
But a record is less than had
Because why not expunge after statues fad
Fade into the back of somewhere like Leningrad

And reach across the daytime yawn
For you felt you'd come along

Pop Sonnet #523

Hard to wake up without a pinch
Of reminding me when time to wench
The Vatican comes the hell in cinch
And offers us a handy wrench

To twist up splayed right of cross
Hope you put on your best sauce
And offer delusions into loss
Without appearing mean to Ross

Who watches us with solemn care
Mr. Scimeca it is great to stare
Into the void no matter where
The pleasing aroma of my hair

That makes a grown man feel so worthy
Even when she's in a hurry

Pop Sonnet #524

Never make it into your own club
That to me sound like an err
And upon the lightened up for hub
The main does love to stop and air

Is always free and all around
Until it is taxed by the pound
And the golden days of crowned
That new representative of the sound

Of freedom here and free speech there
I really do say that I freaking care
About the make and model where
Were written on to the card you dare

Attachments in this life aren't as bad as they say
Unless one day they go away

Pop Sonnet #525

Think about the value of life before you get old
Do everything that you've ever been told
Write down a list of thoughts that are cold
And always be ever possibly bold

Letting the right ones in is the thing to do
When you get away from the cold and the true
Comes back to bring you to warmer for due
And tried and ever so sever so through

That lying back down sometimes eases my mind
Try to relax then carefully you'll find
A sympathy card that will be behind
Time to respect why you stand in line

And the tinkling trail of the exposure blends
Half way to nowhere we all want the ends

Pop Sonnet #526

It is okay to every once in awhile save your game
Because what matters to me is to others about the same
That fit you for ominous rouses of Thames
And infinitely rescued you from holy dames

That enter a cathedral with fear and trembles
Finding all of their favorite symbols
And barely skips a moment for thimbles
That sew next to surgeon's carefully nimble

Ever so practical for all of the ideas and facts
Clearly it is about time to relax
And climbing down the ultimate tracts
That track space on trainyards that cross over tracks

Know what you mean when all is now here
Gravity was a balance that total is dear

Pop Sonnet #527

After awhile you can avoid formalism and things
Staring at what needs to be staring
Glaring at what needed to be glaring
And match out the tense for symmetry baring

To get away with the way to heal life
Bought here for now a mail order wife
That I saw on the web of dreams and old fife
Would pipe up a piper's clearly for the knife

And the old ante up for the right to be in
Won't always lend words because we know where you've been
And finding a way back without being sent
Is an emotion that has always been pent

Right up there next to things to do
Answer with positive anti-anger air

Pop Sonnet #528

Never going to finish this book
Have as many times to look
For there's always thirty more took
A chance to reverse the gap of the hook

That stays with you until your dying day
And if presence turns you brilliant say
That you'll always be a friend to Clay
Because Mr. Milburn knows you're here to stay

The man who sees the winning glance
That money captures with it's stance
And glowers back to empty romance
Teaching us to so often dance

Without vibration of the throne room before
I think they're will be redemption to the core

Pop Sonnet #529

Coming in all burnt by the cause
That was aboard your bellish gnaws
About the frame of knocking saws
That chose a side for me beauty laws

And the "macguffin" was hidden inside
Most suspense thrillers that cleverly applied
There wisdom to genre for days on a ride
The next thing you'll remember is that moment that guides

All the way back to the end of the day
Unless we are prepared to go that way
And keeps us from so much more than what we possibly say
Without a reason to keep us indoors today

And winding down for a metric ten
Don't know the next time tomorrow I will begin

Pop Sonnet #510

When I started using number signs
Everything began to change and immediate ships
Were stalling in the harder chimes
For a hundred different feeling trips

Were expanding on the fact that there was a job offer
Never mind if the feeling was about a simple proffer
For the meeting in a magazine that sold the cougher
Hidden in a couched out term for Minnie was a doffer

Of the hat and wisdom of the phone inside the tent
Woke up one hairy morning and realized I had been sent
Was just a bit too scary for the final element
That was inside the bulletproof coat I had to simply dent

Because bullets sometimes whiz around and go right past us stop
And other times we fight the war for what is left in cop

Pop Sonnet #511

So making an entrance in a dream can be more real than real
My old friend Mr. Sweeting is only aloud to feel
That when mathematics get applied upon a nice appeal
The presence of a state of shame for spelling wants to heal

The persecution that comes with perfection always burns a hole
And always seems to take a very very high toll
About the way we slow down and it is just how we roll
Along the comfort zone that speaks to us from a old soul

Because forcing it out will only make more sense
About the times we finally stopped and stood out in the rinse
And doffed a cap of playthings in the old pants of the dense
That showered frequently because we want to be against

The grain of the great unwashed, I wonder where they go
When feeling lonely all day long so cheer up that is flow

Pop Sonnet #512

When I flip through the pages of a book that we have read
And wonder all about the abuse someone else has said
And making people feel okay about their decision lead
Facing around the impetus for Giant's that we dread

Because in patience there is solace that we have to find
And if the forms are lining up then they should stay in line
So have a really really good and lovely finer time
Without messing anything up for healthily it is kind

So wallow in your own delusions that seem to come true
Unless you know that operations are the best for you
That seem to improve the quality of life again it's new
And just get used to hearing little girls say it is through

Because people get scared a lot if publicly displayed
And riding in the snow is fun when standing on a tray

Pop Sonnet #513

Good to be smart when dealing with a deal that has gone south
Great to look a gift horse squarely in the freaking doubt
Of a mouth that moves so frequently hard to call a mouth
And play on frequently when finding out the club is route

A million times I've tried to nervously buckle down
And fear goes away and comes and goes
What goes around comes the sound
And frequently it's something that I hear says that he knows

The only time I find to agree is about the the way she shows
An important clip of footage that won't bang around in cloves
And hoof and hurt a pencil on the collapse of silly slows
The make or break philosophy that repeats the only groves

That slip on down the creek and simply bring us all to peace
Simply slipping off another time for the crime to cease

Pop Sonnet #514

Not so fast, a young man read to the others in their lines
That take a serious ipso facto present in the signs
And try to wave us back in parking lots are an old dine
That cannot seem to shake a feeling when we're doing fine

Because half of this will rest again when no one can catch up
Half of this donated to the empty Holy Cup
Another half is left even when the math gave up
And if you have a plan to go ahead and pet your pup

The feelings that I get when emptiness cruises for loose
And causes you to turn around and stand all for the bruise
This is why it is okay to sometimes feel contused
And that is simply why the writer is paranoid and confused

Because the pain it catches up even after a night's rest
And flows along the empty pleasantry of tired jest

Pop Sonnet #515

Thank you that it still goes on and break time is in sight
Thinking about all the healthy ways to help out the board tonight
Being careful as I can to motivate the right
Of performance to the helpful pound of things enlight

Because occasionally ignoring the things that are passed around
Isn't any good at least if there's an important sound
Of someone working their ass off like no tomorrow found
And once again we have to cry when things get run aground

So think of how often the times were meant to toughen down
And realize how broken the floor was made for living sound
If there is nothing left how could you simply make a town
Reinvent itself immediately from the smallest I go drowned

Out by the waves that is a response I have when talking to
The emptiness that we all often seem to run into

Pop Sonnet #516

Cooking along the music is simply what we need
And all of us should never feel a tiny bit of greed
That runs into us all beneath the dash of kindest weed
And unto all the warning labels I've simply meant to heed

That speed and greed are ditched unto the biggest chasm yet
That does not seem to gain control when offered like a bet
And working hard as possible to see how far you get
Is still as important as letting go of stigmas in the set

But boxy as a hold up in the life of times we lighten
Is still somehow a good thing that we kind of feel a frighten
Unless someone else is taking up the position of fighting
And living underneath a bridge for the last place to be sighting

And taken to the bedlam on a meal that tastes okay
And really now I'm feeling quite an usual dismay

Pop Sonnet #517

That faded fast, my bad feeling, it's like a roller coaster
And really good things are oft to come out of my toaster
Candy and peanuts always taste better from a roaster
Just questioning the simple times of how we all should host her

So just have a good time beneath the jacket of a feeling here
That emptiness and sorrow bring about for death in steer
The way we pay attention makes for objects in the rear
That convince me there will be time to read about the gear

Because nothing can heal you more than reading an old tome
About the beautiful skyline only available in Rome
And running from a city feels like I have made it home
Unless the distraction comes in through the under side of loans

The loans that make us feel remorse like buying a lemon
And always feeling better after a short time of trimming

Pop Sonnet #518

At last I've found a reason to relax and take a break
At last I've stared at the ripples coming on a lake
And there's so much more that is simply left at stake
When there's been nothing but miracles left in my hard rake

That shares the load with understanding back is so in pain
And underneath the playland it is making a mistake
That is the reason if I see the man his hand I'll shake
And hug a pretty girl so she doesn't feel like she will break

Up and form is nicer to stake a mirror's claim
That even when awake I dream about the abrupt same
That makes me feel when I walk around that I am empty lame
So bring back the advice of those ready that feel nothing but shame

Because sometimes the first words that come to mind
Are the same every day and left for the find

Pop Sonnet #519

Thank God this is the last thing that I need to tell you now
And if I have made you nervous I am like a plow
That deepens when it finds great peaceable recliner allow
That makes me all swing higher and lower for the fright of how

We make up things along the way just to get our work done
And as long as it goes on and on that is a way we run
To make up for the feeling that we are approaching Sun
And holding onto that which scares us for the able fun

That we are having cruising down this giant water slide
And twist and turn like a toboggan faster that we ride
Never mind if you can't understand why he all try to hide
Because it is whatever that the universe is for thine

And sometimes ending on a positive note is the best
Even when we find out that we are cruising for the nest

Pop Sonnet #500

And the ring leader will freeze you in wasted
Never combative for when we get tasted
Never give up your partner that laced it
And termination brings a healthier pasted

Because if you solely drain out then nothing will stay
Unless your mind is so blown away
By the visual dilemma that was meant to pray
And it always seems a bit more worthy on a Sunday

Not that I care if an atheist reigns
And that is not a problem as far as the brains
Are working for leadership spot in the grains
That gardens a frenzy for mass or retrains

Because dizzy and dizzy about all the spin
Won't you please, won't you please let anyone in

Pop Sonnet #501

I'm telling you what you do comes back to bite
Glad I enjoyed her company last night
There were a couple of ladies in sight
That grinded their hips all through the fight

And they really enjoyed the casualness
No one was there, but not everyone missed
The fact of the matter is that something was there blissed
Although we made love, we never had kissed

I will pretend to live a new life
Clean out my words for love needs a wife
Unless she can't handle the dandelion fife
That blarney's around when the ground starts to knife

A poisoned moment was built in memory
And that is what goes very well for me

Pop Sonnet #502

Don't get nervous when one's at the door
Even if you do not know who it's for
Even if Spring time will hide the next core
And ring for division I hope you find more

Of what matters in life to be above the noise
Love when you influence me for the choice
Love to sing songs with a burst for the boys
And if anyone fails that is for the last goys

Goys en bourdeaux a film I once needed
And cultural elite is when I'm defeated
Without a rice wine that definitely greeted
The situation rocks all the women are heeded

And breathless encountering sun in the morn
The moon always shines on episodes for the dorm

Pop Sonnet #503

The longer you go the higher you fly
And just don't get swallowed up in the sky
Just don't yell "Raca" unless there's a lie
That empties the fear into maintaining the cry

Because at the bottom will feel out the neighbors
Care to be bluffed by a dancing bear strangers
Better to fly with the cosmonaut angers
And it is okay to sometimes wear Wranglers

Because brands need support in awe of slaves
Taking the secret with us to our graves
Better to search for a handy man knaves
Act like a grown up that's how I behaves

The bereft are the ones that are dancing all day
How neat the Spring is to comfort today

Pop Sonnet #504

The less said the better for now and for when
The company is full of anxiety's grin
And lest there's a chance to go fight and win
You probably don't want to know where I've been

But I will admit there were two nice hotties
That liked to play games with me that were so naughty
And sometimes I feel a bit tacky and spotty
At least I've been comfortable with the dotty

That shamelessly plugs on for what we work for
A symbol that plants itself under the door
Tore up from the floor up and tore up some more
Live life to the fullest about palms are roar

Against the beautiful sunshine nothing to disagree with
And charting my progress against the old myth

Pop Sonnet #505

The beguiler is fine with your planting firmly
About an old object that can't come find me
Glad I hit 'save' on disc not a tree
That suffers less for all of our good plea

That one day we'll find out the things we need to know
But for now I am moving so slow
That I must have had one hell of a go
At last night's perfect love in the midst of a show

Although I think not everyone is wrong
I know that by God's grace I belong
But you can't tell me that atheists are long
For a bad place just because they don't always get along

So save the whole world if you would want to
Our planet needs less litter, I'm okay with that rule

Pop Sonnet #506

But sometimes people get paid and volunteer on hghways
To clean up the messes on idealist byways
And never let ashes burn anyone up my ways
The more that you pay, the more it beings skyways

Where anyone waits to empty their cash
Beneath the autumn tie breaker with stash
That hustles an illusory open and shut lash
That tires of fighting like everyone crash

Because I am barely hearing a plea
To slow way down and be more choosy
About the times mercilessly brought by tea
That winds me up quicker than decaf coffee

Learn to live with the choices you make
And don't tell us anything anoyone's fake

Pop Sonnet #507

Because even a clone is here flesh and blood
And the rigid so rigid are cleaning for good
Because maybe someday, we'll find out for the wood
That all made of jasper will pave Gold for stood

By the seat of my pants what is song of songs
Unless paying attention is what totally went wrong
And I loved the dream of yesterday ever so belong
Don't need a routine to know nothing was tonged

By the jaws of life, which I'll now never see
An object by lessons that cannot pick me
That head for the rough stuff carefully be
Another kind of hang over will glorify thee

Because some of us really enjoy getting drunk
And some of us think before it's been thunk

Pop Sonnet #508

The good thing about the bad is that it's more often there
Gone ever so veiled into the thin air
Coming ever so rabid to gently repair
The object of mercy that we have dared

Because there are all kinds that have fun with men
Just wish they did not ever use us again
Unless they've agreed to be gentle to them
And never want to choke on an old cherry stem

Never went to the bottom to see what is guilty
Gone about as far as emptiness please
Gone down to the threshold of pain and redemption threes
Cheering me up before I have to sneeze

Because now I see why poetry can be free
Don't want to write then don't do it with me

Pop Sonnet #509

The last time I took a break the world stopped
For that other things that's been topped
And I noticed a tude had been copped
But no complaints was the way the perm dropped

Right on by and was very delightful
Full of the beauty that's seen in the BIble
Full of the ways that prevent libel
Just come back by and hang out a while

Because I'll remember the four best lovers
Now I am back on the girls on the covers
Never mind if there are pushers and shovers
It's a good place to be for an hour of hovers

Hover round in this space, don't mind if you do
Because this universe is big enough for a few species phew

Pop Sonnet #490

Being together in the times that we care
Making sure that the whole world stops to stare
Finding out how much a flight will now fare
On my way back to the dragon fruit lair

Because there's simply a way to a dag
Fresh out sympathy full of the lag
So far so good when I'm here for the crag
Fought over a few tiny pennies in sag

And wishing the best for my brothers and cousins
That they'd have the best quality of life
Heading for trouble I think not in ovens
Caught a mirage in the midst of mine strife

There is a level that I have arrived at
Don't you worry about that

Pop Sonnet #491

Working so hard to see it all through
Working to stare back at what is and will be
Damage you see here beneath the big blue
Nothing that happens do you have to agree

Because actually the air is still very nice
It is so nice that I breath it in twice
Sometimes I breath so deep that it's thrice
Try to invent someone's flavoring rice

And I love what I've got and I've got quite enough
Everyone everyone loves lots of stuff
There is a game known as blind man's bluff
And there's a billy goat known as the gruff

Neath the Chicago hills not around
Finding the Rockies full of neat sound

Pop Sonnet #492

And when you have left me, you know I'm still here
To search and to search all important around
And this is the reason I simply must cheer
Got to reach and nail the old pound

Because we have found all the things that do matter
Simply reach in and remove my old bladder
Climbing steadily to the top of the ladder
Don't want a single old glass to get shattered

There is an addiction that need not be beaten
I'd rather take time out of a meeting
And not complain when wind blows the streeting
That is the way to instantly cheating

Because take some time off it is an order
That is what I do when off near the border

Pop Sonnet #493

Leave it up to a preacher and trust him
Because no one ever dared to bust them
Off on a tangent about a Latin hymn
Never could dare you to talk to the grim

Choosing American life is the way
That I will feel a lot better today
Making it simply off low pay
That my friends is totally okay

Because I've earned the keep that I have when it's windy
Don't worry about anything that is bendy
Might as well take care of the records that friendy
Finding a way to be totally trendy

And if the search leads me to a stop
Bet you by now there's time to get flopped

Pop Sonnet #494

Shouldn't have drained all the water from the meat
Now that smell is in the air but is kind of sweet
Met up with a batch of the old cleanly feet
And made sure to help you when word is on the street

That it so establishes time for the things
That are golden as oldies and youth for which brings
A simple divided old darkening rings
Jealous of no one because shaving clings

To all the static that once had been trusted
About all the hours I've kind of been dusted
Especially when you find out you've been busted
The words all the same same same when I'm crusted

Upon the old time that we take out to rest
That would be oh so very very best

Pop Sonnet #495

In case you are worried about the state of the union again
I think some of us can tell where you've been
And that is okay because nervousness wins
A time to subtly take last place for grins

And to make it this far, means you have to go farther now
Lest any man or woman's advice is to settle down
And slowly unravel the toy medium's glow
That is one hell of a really good show

Like MASH the old reruns have startled us all
Because watching healthy is now for the wall
Of triumphant smell it is seamless in drall
Counterpoint makes you feel about to have mall

At the place where I found all the evidence
And that is why sometimes I crack up and wince

Pop Sonnet #496

How long can I advert mine old homeless eyes
When I see one that runs upon the nice tries
And empty a skull book into the next flies
That circle the garbage that runs into skies

Because I have memories of the broken boxes
That were someone else dare to be foxes
And don't hurt a woman no matter what oxen
Are kicking and screaming about the planned crocks

And make sure to move forward with all your might
Never let up in the midst of a fight
Never go gently into the old night
Unless it is time to check your old light

And make sure it works even in the indoors
And wander around the attic on all fours

Pop Sonnet #497

So many years to be the most prolific
That would be ever so ever so terrific
Making a chord dissonant in the specific
Opening time to find the lent with it

Because it's okay to give up what you can
And never do never do ruin the plan
Because the Good Lord's awatching from out of the hand
That plugged us all in to a lesson in stand

Every once in awhile kids get picked on
Probably not so good that I kicked on
Because karma pays back in ways that are hard won
Feeling absurd for the black that is all gone

And if I ever find everyone I'd wronged
I'd tell Guy I'm sorry to everyone longed

Pop Sonnet #498

Hope that I never ever have any kids
Because they would all just run off with my lids
And they would make me take them to the grids
Is anyone okay with me wanting to stay hid

Because for now that is the way I do feel
Whether or not that has any appeal
And I still think that in time I can squeal
All of us emptier than we should feel

Because if you make time to break us both up
That ain't a sin it's a order of rupture a game
Trying to tie you down tie you up
Handle it better for that which is the same

And if it empties into a crevasse
That would make rescuers ever so nervous

Pop Sonnet #499

Well here we go round I'm telling you today
The lesson is learned we all must obey
That which our elders set forth to say
Makes us so aching but that is a nay

To finding out that you have written too much
Double the ending that doubles the crutch
Beneath the ragged pond that never rains such
Promise us that you will tamely be dutch

Because there's a frosty involved in rewards
Full of it all that has ever been implored
Full of the memories that we've adored
And writing for the sake of writing in doors

But someday we hope that it will come to a head
I'd rather right now as opposed to when I'm dead

Pop Sonnet #480

Everyday I clean the slate
Emptiness commiserate
Journey through an iron gate
Trust me I will frustrate

Upon the golden needle's bough
A feeling that I had
Trust in organized a trowel
Reminds me of that once was grad

A student forever it is here
That life happens not to quench
And I faithfully steer clear
Of the ways of the mob that lynch

Because it matters who has a turn
And it is my freeway here to burn

Pop Sonnet #481

Don't panic, there's no time for that
Because we like the entertaining
Wear a nice looking cravat
And hope it don't start raining

Unless the weather is so nice
Because we're nice to it
Deny your maker all the thrice
The plan was forgive quit

Because the laughing has already ceased
From the ways we establish fun
And we have bought the giant beast
Of recreational keep the run

Going to the market to have our way
And still proud of our home, it is where we stay

Pop Sonnet #482

Just when you think you are the best
There's always someone better
You can handle most of the tests
And look fine in a sweater

The radio is turning on nice
Because they are real people
Toss a pair of heavy dice
And chase it with the steeple

Because there is a line out there
That can totally be crossed
Love it when you gaze and stare
All the time when you are lost

And forgive the merger of the waves
That gently paralyze what saves

Pop Sonnet #483

The wires crossed are double coins
Full of the days that guard
The permanent place in thine loins
That gird for that which is hard

Because sometimes patience is required
To deal with all the ones
And it is okay to be admired
Doubling up the sister's nuns

Because theres a lesson to learn from dreams
Whether they're real or not
Don't fade away into the streams
Of conscious that forgot

An African or a Native works for all of us
Sometimes going to a reserved land will fulfill your trust

Pop Sonnet #484

Do I sense a traitor of the cause of Americana
All I had to do was contact the Gov
And they impress the sauna
It is a love of country love

That I establish always
Forget about the things that went wrong
The way I fit is down the hallways
And time to join the sing-along

As soon as whips and tears
Come out of the forest into the day
That something here appears
If it is there then hip hip hooray

It's hard to raise a child
Best way to display a ray of hope is to get a slight beguiled

Pop Sonnet #485

There is a rash of plans for you to heavily allow
The dream of making equipment work
And steering at the prow
The prowess leans into the dirk

Which gently removes
The pain unless I feel the hurt
Of that which doth improves
It's okay to be on the alert

Unless there is no reason
Find time to dispel the untruth well
Take time away from treason
And live where you live oh so fail

To complain never again
And that is simply how to relax when you all have gotten in

Pop Sonnet #486

So stalkers, jealousy and rushes to the lab it goes
Hope I didn't ruin films that returned to where they shows
And if my downfall was my strength then everybody knows
About the symbol of the time that I took all my blows

There is a way to wellness even when you are handicapped
And sometimes racing in the pool when you have all been lapped
And that is just okay because it is guided by the capped
And rapaciously we buggle out of fear that is most rapt

So wrap around the goat's old treasure of milk that froze in cream
And dance around for joy down paradise in this esteem
And finding ways back into the herd is quite a bit of steam
That takes awhile to sink in unless this noob is green

So remember folks it's what you make of life that matters most
And sometimes it is quite okay to move up to the coast

Pop Sonnet #487

Always save your game when praying for time that operates
To be near the promises of the life that never hates
Never ever hate again, that's the devil's reactive plates
That seem to get broken when no one dissipates

Because there is a way to hang on to what is good
Even if it is hard to find, it offers like it should
And makes a difference with the pride that links into the wood
That whittles itself from time to time to start a project should

So remember that the internet is a place all to itself yes
The threadbare symphony of desire shoots up to the guess
And hanging on to that old maxim that the most success
Is written down so long ago, a length that is quite blessed

It is just slightly irritating to be wrong when spending your whole life
In sciences about the Earth and Religion of the strife

Pop Sonnet #488

The time to stop is coming soon, I hope I hear that path
That forges us to make a video without the wrath
Because I'd rather write a ton then shoot pictures of math
That still are in my head from long ago it was a bath

That cleaned me up when I was pushing myself way too hard
And now it never hurts to worry about my stolen card
And find it all in karma where it has been burned and charred
And should have played for redemption when I rocked the starry starred

Make me a believer is that the best you can do to simply come unlocked
And time to relock potential when time is spared and cocked
Half or whole it matters when the pistol is all knocked
Up and out the magical elevator rides a new voice to be frocked

And tirades plan to settle this behind close harmony
I dare you to pray for the pope because he prays for me

Pop Sonnet #489

It is okay to spend time thinking about the end of time
Which never will come anyway, because we all are stymied
And offer us the grail to look at in Parsifal's picture of mine
That will every so often forgive us of a hefty fine

But if we pay up when we owe the situation is clearer
That is why I'm terrified of the man inside the mirror
Debt-free, guilt-free, disability, it actually gets fear here
Just no reason to remind anyone of what did not create gear

Because I never mind when technology advances
And life is all about the way we take all of our chances
And spend time helping out the needy ones with their romances
That is a total priority to light up for the Virgin's Dances

That slipped away into the night with all of their written lamps
And just work as hard as possible if you want to impress champs

Pop Sonnet #470

Speak when spoken to, a time release capsule fine
And hold back the tears for a brother
That is the place to draw the line
Unless he came from another mother

Don't waste time playing for cards will
Be allowed to do the only retread
And when my beating heart is so still
That is the discussion of bread

Because now it takes more to sturdy the gaze
Unless we're up for the vanishing maze
And it is okay if you really got hazed
And that is why it worked out when you were slightly grazed

But it seems that if you live and die by the word
There's no one agreeing with what you have heard

Pop Sonnet #471

Impetus awakens a quieter night
Unless all the noise is allowed in your sight
And for now we'll nervously hold on for tight
It may not allow us ever again to write

But what we push forward to is to be understood
Unless it works better if naught
Memories of one day to bury the good
It takes one to know one is fraught

With the gold-digger's well making new figure forms
For all of the ones that will die in the flushed
And case of simple behavior is dorms
There is a way that the hang up is crushed

By a bothersome feeling that's tired of men
And when all of us haven't and don't have to been

Pop Sonnet #472

The creature is certainly for the hope
That Megan will always find all the best
For the chanting is going to blush for the grope
And that is the way we handle the rest

Because life's full of chances
The chances are taken
Relax in the glances
And bring home the bacon

Unless there's a way to keep hopeful in presence
The one put aside for that which is dark
And I'm glad that you found me searching for resonance
To put shame to the old baby wheels in the mark

Because after all the way we go down to the rich
Is to actually own up to the total even sitch

Pop Sonnet #473

Probably boring, but that's okay too
Probably mixing up bowl's of elk stew
One for the Big Parade level feels new
King Vidor is the director it's true

So make up with everyone for the new shake
And it is okay to derive not a fake
And leaving evidence of your own wake
Is never, oh never, a really bad mistake

And if something should go wrong we'll know what to do
But I doubt it ever will, doesn't that comfort you
Unless thoughts reward thoughts by the bumper's for new
The curse of a dozen robots like true

Because on your list of things that are offered
What you would have to do for the finished old proffered

Pop Sonnet #474

Mum's the word on the old secret weapon unless
There's an okay time to visit with the old mess
And I'm talking about the way often invest
There is no time to boast unless you know the best

But it's okay to brag for about thirsty seconds
Just don't wind up back in the wreckage
Admit that you've been there for feelings of Breckenridge
And don't you know that it takes machines to build bridges

Nothing changes over night not even Grand Canyon
That Mr. Kasdan has made, for I thought it's a good man
That makes history time for a long in a Manon
Of Spring lookers empty for all of this landed

Happy landings I grant you a hell of a time
And if that's not important I wonder what's mine

Pop Sonnet #475

Being as gentle and quiet is often
The way to avoid the inevitable offin'
Because it's okay to dream about a man's coffin
But I should've been otherwise totally doffin'

Hats off and back on unless there's no more lightning
Casting reams of the back fire doubting it frightening
Admit who you are just to be more inviting
Pay for the meals with words and full of lighting

Once in awhile, your dream turns to dust
Once in awhile you feel like you'll bust
And if you can't handle the way that it hurts the cussed
Buy back all your dreams that were made to combust

And don't stay alone in a place that you've been
There is a way to logically grin

Pop Sonnet #476

Never mind if it hurts because it is supposed to
Love is a leader of things that have hosts too
Simply narrate the placated in wanting through
Dapple performances meet where they want to

And if you've been surrounded by the old droop
Job's daughters are dropping in for the Coup
And if you can find a way back for the soup
Then we'd love to have you for history's shoop

And remind us that absurdly words have no meaning
That is not all that I'd rather be gleaning
Because there are so many number steaming
It might not work exactly like I Dream of Jeannie

But it might work that way too
I give up, I give up on you

Pop Sonnet #477

Unless I've hung in there through all tribulation new
And that is about the tower of babel too
Because there's a message of confusion for true
That I keep on telling you what you should do

There's no way to do this without a computer
And I used to love my old nerdy scooter
And now I collaborate when there's a router
And no one even knows if there's an old dude here

Because that's okay when Big things get Bigger
And impetus kind of sinks back in the river
When the world's ruled by women then I'll deliver
The message is clear yes ever so clear here

Boy don't argue with baptisms
Because they'll look through you with prisms

Pop Sonnet #478

One more dream from now, I'll be knocking or heading
Back to the old snaketeers that are dreading
The way to the pygmy is empty threading
Because that's not the way to make it by betting

Unless there's a powerful skull in the mix
That pays attention to all of my tricks
And someday stops bluffing for all of the kicks
That are slowing time down, to get off on the slicks

Because time is a wasting for all that we know
Time won't allow me to ever be slow
Now there's a motion that we'll never be below
Unless that is the only way to grow

So don't wander in and out of a place you can't be
Unless it is okay, it is okay with me

Pop Sonnet #479

Does everyone really deserve to die, no man does
All should be well with how hatfuls of cuzz
Employ us in meetings and watches for buzz
And this will break no one up, no one here was

Unless you find that only certain allow it
Then it is a way to feel the row it
Certainly time makes up for the old brow bit
Dance for reunion of chomping at the bit

And the illusion is always so plastered
Nothing oh nothing will have to be mastered
Except for the changing of guards in the caster
And that is why words are made up for the last herd

Be not afraid, and take care of all species
Love never dreams of organized reaches

Pop Sonnet #460

The pain that brings with it a higher course
Always taking time out for a fact
Never really considered the source
And sharing anymore of tact

Tactile yes I dream out loud
Never wanted to feel proud
Putting on this giant shroud
And floating off in another cloud

Spiked leaves that return to face
The misinterpreted human race
And Arsenic and Old Lace
Will make you laugh at the car chase

What would stop the lyricism when
Wonder always where I've been

Pop Sonnet #461

This is damage to my brain
Causing righteous over trains
That bring cargo full of grains
And break us free of all these chains

That interest us for awhile now
Caught the landmark over prow
Prowess is a always for the allow
The Seven Faces of Dr. Lau

Spending up what little has all right
Without a plan to make it turn out right
And offer up a trail of spite
Candy in the basket height

Which ponders every neck of the woods
Reminding muses of what has srood

Pop Sonnet #462

Incandescent to say again the thing
That which I could now bring
Understanding everything
And the anger in the sting

When no one loves you for who you are
And hate you when you go too far
And offer rides to those without a car
Parading round and round the bar

To take the wax that grows from smoke
Fine time to be a simple bloke
That often enough runs to spoke
And dares the last to go for broke

When all is that sameness other sing
What good it does to crown a king

Pop Sonnet #463

Now the mental picture is in my mind
Take time for other peeps in what they find
Because the mushroom sweet as grind
Chokes you up on the lime rind

Because there is a better tomorrow eve
Got to hand it to Jean Painleve
For filming evolution cleave
And that is lust when we have to leave

The certain case of fictive elemental
Paying off of the bill for dental
Slurping down delicious lentil
And protection is oft time gentle

So fake a reminder when writing
And hope your scope is always sighting

Pop Sonnet #464

Gently we lay down the curses and songs
That force us to remain forever longs
For a new day when we acre tongs
That bring us to life upon the wrongs

And rights that often times erupt
That hold us back into the supped
And forebode you to break into cupped
The time you took to empty pupped

The puppy dog that nipped your hand
Nothing is more cute to understand
When the scheduling has bent your band
It is okay to feel shit canned

Because in awhile, I will think of two
People that can offer cables too

Pop Sonnet #465

Hard to think of this separate day
When you all just fade to pray
When you pray it is okay
To often repeat words you say

But why pray just to be heard
Without the choice of all the steady
That remind me of the words
And there is joy in that old heady

For awhile I choose to fly
Without escape the running cry
Can't always perfectly rely
On what can make the oyster shy

The smell that matters on your body
And the jewelry makes you look so gaudy

Pop Sonnet #466

But there are plainer things to ask
Be careful when you choose a task
And simply wear the perfect mask
Where you will open your next cask

Of fruit and vegetables in cans
Fresh from the growth in an old farm
Charlie Chan is all the hams
And waking up to the sun's alarm

To take back other things you feel bad for
Hold on faster to come what may
This is profiteering lore
Nothing hardly more to say

Except that impetus is logical and heaven
Lucky lucky number seven

Pop Sonnet #467

Build it up without a fall
Languages will guide the call
About to doll up for the ball
Other things that matter all

The grace abounds and nothing crashes
Find myself beneath your path
And staring at those huge eyelashes
Now I taste a simple wrath

Of hands that time us into the lot
And touch your beard that hit the spot
Unless we all feel a dread of nought
For the lead that blackened caught

Beneath the reverse of feeling some
Dented into the local gun

Pop Sonnet #468

It is okay to forgive thy self side
Try to hobble off and felt the guide
Of the haunted boat of lied
Stay up on forgiveness offered tried

To turn down the thing that would have worked
Into commercial land we lurked
Still feel like I have jerked
And the murky murky murk

Is here to tell you we'll be there
Offering the nicest chair
Splitting down the micro lair
Of reconciled feeling prayer

Comfortable when evil feels
The highway to be gone for wheels

Pop Sonnet #469

Here it is, the old last verse
Time again to keep the cheer
For the time I hurt from rehearse
You can take a picture dear

Because if hindsight is a lot of good
I'll tell you bout what you have hood
And if you haven't understood
The last time I sit and brood

From the la la land of feeling best
When there's so many more above
But we all have done the rest
Of what we can to stretch our love

And that is why you go elsewhere
And don't tell a soul that you were there

Pop Sonnet #450

Mediate the ethereal levels of trance and stop
Love until you belly up and flop
Tirades ran for sequence drops
And it is so far out it cops

Because miracles can help relax the angry man
And rid the spell of potential on the land
The deepest waters and the creatures that dwell on
Would not be right if the shelter lent a hand

Automaton that is the nature of the creation
And only sell out if asked to by invitation
It all went down in the hazy initiation
Stop riding the dragon for once to partake in celebration

The sequence of all events flows like an eddy in a pool
Don't have to tell me twice that I look a fool

Pop Sonnet #451

Never coming close to traces of the jaunt and push
Egyptian army code will blast it in the bush
And right now epinephrine is in rush
Toward the endorphins of the spiritual blush

Cause if you catch disease it owns you like the paralyzer
Spend the whole day like a spendthrift
Spend the whole day none the wiser
And into the mouth I look for the gift

That spreads the swoon abdication just
Squeeze on the oil above the rust
It isn't that you have to, it isn't that you must
As long as there is a way to defeat lust

Blow a savage smile to my idol full of cold
And simply ache it up for the feeling of the hold

Pop Sonnet #452

Nowhere near the end and not a single end in sight
Lesson learned we'll have to structuralize the decision
Quest on for glimpses of the small spray of breaking fire light
Making sure to spoil what's to come for simple division

Division gives a simple coat that makes gang busters
Look like shit again on top of all the real wake dusters
And positively stop to laugh if you've seen the combusters
Make a simple escape route down wind amidst the filibuster

So Custer never dance when torn from the landscape
I'll get you out of this and so many other real close scrapes
I'll bend over the board of letters to fit all the shapes
And we're so serious it's just about time to pick out drapes

The marm of happy times have settled in the golden head
That is quite oh quite enough of enough said

Pop Sonnet #453

Enter into stable mood the quasi essential factor human
Made a fuss of these things bigger than a temple ruin
Better spent than Oprheus drifting and Claire de lune
If you don't pick me up I'll bust you for the Autumn moon

That eclipses cross the cross, I think I'll cross it twice
And pick for dinner out of room for it all retraces
Simple advice that will turn out to be devil's vice
So this is why we put away the echo at the cases

And try as we might, we often trip and are about to die
When some kind of wind picks up and blows across
The seashell is the cry, oh yes, the seashell is the cry
Double up your jacket if you are feeling old and lost

Making out behind the bleachers, it's a long time went
At least now we know when all is given up for Lent

Pop Sonnet #454

Slow goes it on the ride for questing far away
Has left the war wounds in the old mainstay
That dragon eats the cart of worry at bay
That wildebeast that drags in meat at the launch of clay

Clay Castles are an old friend of mine
Not locking up for any old time
I think it may be a sign
Difficult to align

But I don't think the blister can will leave a simple source
And you could simply dance while doing all your important chores
The ground beneath you slips and slides around the obstacle course
Never ever want to call the wimmen all the fruitful whores

Comes time comes bringing what you seek through safe and secure
That's okay for now it was a part of the demure

Pop Sonnet #455

Fell out upon the landing when there was a gear shift
Mark the wall with all that's lately in the make lift
And won't care if nothing traps itself for breakage nift
And you'll find out that there has always been the total thrift

Keep in line when waiting for the teardrops on the grassy dew
For now I'll sow a seed of my forgiven dreams of you
And your awesome face that I could stare into
Upon the day and night, upon the wicker crew

Until I have you where I want you
Your the impetus lady
Tell us what to do
All time is now fading

Simply jot down a word or two when
The words cycle all around the soul of sin

Pop Sonnet #456

Rubber neck of course you balance the objective clean
And if I'm organized I'll catch the blasphemous dream
That makes for faking where I've been an easy demean
For waking up in hairnets after grease was spilled upon the screen

If it works out for the best who is stay it won't
And I can at least spend time with who you don't
Answer to without an order and we pull the straw float
Maybe soon we will appear at throat

Oatmeal mixed with cream adds up to a pleasant fast
Of when the weary are the wearers of Socrates' mask
That drops down in time to symbol that it's time is past
And if I select with all the scrutiny I select a cast

For a movie that I want to make in a few years
For the dream of making the school wall bigger than fears

Pop Sonnet #457

Take it easy on yourself when you know you haven't done that wrong
A peril simply wants escapehood to be bridled theory
And it won't go to town in simple sing alongs
And never mind when the day is dreary

Because the cloud has covered up the swallowed sky
And the organization is so simply cut and dry
When there's a level up for theatrical cry
Mark the storm for causes neath the apropos bate

And dare you not escape the peasant run
To poison rooftops by the simple laced of making fun
To bury all your prisoners underneath your gun
And still won't there be a time for sun

In the future you can rely on naturism
Build it all and watch the rainbow through the prism

Pop Sonnet #458

What have you heard, can you hear the still small voice
That offers up a pony tail of hair beads on the crown
It only seems to stop in the midst of elsewhere's choice
And block what tumbles neath the dam of invisible drown

Because water is as clear as clear can be
Take it all, oh take it all from me
Life can revive all the sympathy
That is reeled along devoured in the apathy

That comes to all that cannot wait for time to simply change
At least I'm holding your radio well within the range
And holding back the shaving to walk around in mange
And simply schlock is the kind of thing that always will derange

So now I've wrapped up next to last
It pays oh pays to write fast

Pop Sonnet #459

This is the very last thing that I do before sleep
And in my mind the many feelings will keep
Returning around the height slickery steep
Will slip on the footing mount to reap

Upon the heyday of what I destroy
And keep it up in case they do deploy
A stolen fricking plane that is somewhere in the sky
Flying over countries that are finally full of soy

Sauce is what I pour on rice when Buddha's Mappo enters this lane
And I just can't stop staring at the photo in the frame
A simple zen of utopic power I thrust you rain
Into the night we simply rest and drop the bane

Into the night it is positively come to be at last
Into the night it pays of pays to chart the past