Pop Sonnet #390

No 'ism' or box or dogma contains
The mighty lyrics of the last of refrains
That codas out over empty desertion of reigns
When nothing ever so often leaves the strains

That are found in the guardian threshold of cancer
And may all that loves most ever flow with the dancer
In a dream, in a distant voice you romance her
Every time you take a thought out of the second chance were

A longing of distance to the voice that can sooth 'er
Euripides Eurydice in the lips that are movements of
Evidence evidently bought and sold in the proof for
Drop as dead as blinding binds are eggs that are love

If you are as even as a yolk is broken
Come what may you are still soft spoken

Pop Sonnet #391

Nevermind what you hear when words come flying in
It's okay, it's a lesson I know where you've been
And if the drool still drips off of your chin
I am happy for you because you always win

And at last, there's a sympathy to get well soon
Just look at and stare at the simple crescent moon
If it is danger your coat of arms will cover us noon
When the gets are going the tough won't spoon

Because sensitivity is important when love is your guide
And the last thing is jealousy so tear up for the bride
Because if you tell me off and repeat offense that all wide
Eyed and responsive to the next platitude for the ride

Soft and gentle, meek and mild, and party till you drop
That's enough poison for one lifetime left Chicago the crop

Pop Sonnet #392

Choose again for the animals that develop in flight
Are they aviators or fighters without Spring time's fight
And I've got you locked up in a sniper rifle's sight
And if a few get shot well to life did they have the right?

Because sometimes messes are exhumed by a quick clean up crew
And you don't need to know with the voices we do
Because what you hear in reality is through
With love unless one day we can win for the lieu

In lieu of danger there's a cotton ball bouncer for clubs
And next to the angels and their legs are all rubs
Because they want you so bad that it bubs
When there is no guarantee that emptiness flubs

And happiness is a fleeting dance of sex
Just tune in to see what happens next

Pop Sonnet #393

Sometimes I think that all of this is in my head
When I visited the doctor and he found me dead
To the world and the humanist stead
Fast the wind ripper is gorgeously lead

Why can't we get away with having fun again
And offer another price cart to the chagrin
That is loopy for the textual been
And I think I've heard the mantlepiece over the sin

Because if I dig my own grave
I have started to save
The thousands of knave
That will turn out to slave

At the text and the next and the over perplexed
Save the date, opus rate, and the simply vexed

Pop Sonnet #394

Don't spread rumors no mater how real they are
Don't fight the tumors, with the card in the yar
And if there is a fancier way to display the mar
Just grow up slowly and accept the fallen star

Because empty out the running away from whom
When your simply talking to the grass in the flume
And the mystery is a blade of light that presides in the gloom
When the Sun comes out to play for freshly the room

Because the flood gates can only hold back so long
No one really needs to know what's wrong
It is sometimes necessary to say 'so long'
And that is the best way to depart when they're wrong

Because I don't think anyone is getting hurt
From the paradise that I've gently inserted

Pop Sonnet #395

So save as much time as you can possibly save
Gently oh cleverly bide time in rave
For the hole in your brain is an empty ice cave
And this makes sense to no one unless you're a slave

Of words of righteousness of sin what's the difference
Free your brain from the victim of distance
And if all cooperation is given this instance
Then I don't think the devil will weave for the listless

Exposure to pain is what we sometimes live for
And properly punished the opening door
Never was able to walk all the way to the store
Because of the brokenness that hinders even more

And avoid the fighters if at all possible
Unless they bring us comfort in the loss of skulls

Pop Sonnet #396

Focus on the problem, don't focus at all
This net worth will pay for it all
And when Summer begins it's warm call
There's a point in running and a point for the stall

Because if we really start to give a damn
The blood oh bloody hell of the lamb
That was abused and raped for the entire flam
Baked like a cake if you feel it's a sham

Because no one has to believe in things that are said
No one takes a talent seriously when dead
And jump for joy because movies are eternal threads
That speak when spoken to for the memories imbed

In a plant that promotes vision and shame
Next to oysters, I feel kind of lame

Pop Sonnet #397

A disaster area is what you make of this
Spill the beans Aknhaton's fight is a myth of bliss
Because we simply enjoy glasses of old Sisyphus
That will bind up the spirit's and grind up the pissed

Because what's the matter with anger when all is ignored
And the driven are direless waiting in chords
And the feeling is mutually for the Lords
Of autumn this Spring wind fondle the stored

Horizon is gently returning to moisture except
Don't feel so close to the running man kept
For the priceful pains of weather leapt
When it is all right to feel pains that often wept

So invent a few words what's the matter with manna
If the words are a curse then drive off to Savanah

Pop Sonnet #398

Keep on rocking is what is recommended
Find time for the idealistic is sended
To a remote place that cannot be everly friended
For what matters most is the old deranged blended

That will fight for the scars in Gregory's Girl
That will understand Player's Club in the first pearl
And don't mind if the wave breaks under the curl
When you laugh and laugh and laugh at old man Earl

Because culture is too important not to ignore
Unless elitism is so powerful that it turns on the snore
And the head keeps appearing as though it's a boar
Ish of impishly circling crowds for the whatever for

And simply remove the spectacle hidden on the ground
When the rouseful nectar brings about it's soft sound

Pop Sonnet #399

A blow to the head will jog my memory back
To a time that I found it on couches of slack
Never realizing there is a way to pay back
The feminists that have all had attack

Because they still feel so empty and alone
Crying out just to be left at home
And wearing so thin that they feel for a bone
In a man's understanding to leave in the roan

With a wish to simply rule the whole world
Now they already do, because life is a grilled
Girls are way more important than men frilled
Because they give and take life for the curled

Earth is a place we all have to take care of
Otherwise weather might be wrathful and rough