Pop Sonnet #430

Cheering up because is silence that loud
Paying the cost of the whole of the vortices
Taking it off it's a comfortable shroud
From the poison grove of the more choices

That you make the fun and pain for shreds
And led to an easier fact of penance
Doing the deed for when you bled
Automated writing is a bondage of grins

Because it is okay to revel in success
Just because the empty swing
Brings you out of the imperiled mess
And the hope of what fun Summer lingers

On and on down the old dusty trail
Just keep on the old impale

Pop Sonnet #431

It is okay not to do what I tell you to do
It's your choice and you can choose all you want
And that makes it clever to belong in the glue
To take time out for the difficult stunt

Because if there's an image of restitution
That will bring mack the knife to his knees
Don't have to join in with the old institution
That's why we waste a few trees

To rely on the ghost of the holy rollers
Takes a hairpin, a drop of the ground
And making all the creepy skullers
Take a penknife with the old sound

Because just the object of music is calling
And round your unclean is still been shalling

Pop Sonnet #432

Choosing words as careless as possible again
Feeling that time is abandoning the pass
Fail to the difference of courage sanguine
And leave a happier, happier lass

Because the regrets of yesteryear are forgiven
Come and join the bridge building for good
It ain't paradise but it's surely a living
And now I know I've done the damage I could

Because rather be bored than have my head split
Couldn't lie down for even a moment
And when I hear the butterfly flit
You know the old symbol, you own it

Because you know that accidents are inevitable always
And that is why you pay closer attention in Causeways

Pop Sonnet #433

Wouldn't want any amount of my memory crutch
To hold on forever easting the last of the chef
And taking back hunger pains lightning such
Is a crass for the mass in the left

Because sometimes it's true there's an ending already
Made up time, because that's just a concept
That we all need less of to finish when you are ready
When the paint of the car is still chipped

Because bailing you out takes a lot of free time
And getting us to go back in
Makes no difference if you feel the chime
Of the Lords and Ladies bearing in

Barely there, if you should make a lot of people happy
It is okay because sometimes we are sap-heads

Pop Sonnet #434

There is a reason not to lock antler heads
Unless the course of relax
Comes to beat us down meat breads
Just have to stick to the facts

Rolling in tomorrow's agressive top ban
Takes a time for a simple greeting
When shelves go curtailing fantasy's fan
Then simply grow up and start leading

Because one day you know that the words will be stolen
One way to get out of a mess
And it's okay if our objects been trollin'
Encourage us much more than less

The last of the frontage roads
The ultimate time is slowed

Pop Sonnet #435

And emptying the things that we now know to fight for
Relax nothing is made to last
I'll ravage you until you have been to the core
Of the time that I grew up so fast

To take time out for the sense
And destiny calls the calamity onward
Upward and out for a fence
Of cased logic important diameter gone Lord

Gone but not forgotten unless
There is a way to keep plugging all day
To the avenues of stressless
Because that oh ever indeed is the way

Don't ever let me go, unless you have to
And choke cherry in remote deserts have Spring too

Pop Sonnet #436

Just because I have seen it, doesn't mean I won't again
And if time is offered to the core
Of panic and revival and drop dime soluble grins
Just act like you like doing chores

Because always pain swells like a dozen of oxen
That graze for the game in the fetch
And a Lord's Prayer or two never hurt Boxing
The day that I stood up to stretch

In case the time's over for certain
I don't replace a single lost threat
Because once in a while you head for the curtain
And curtail the last time you bet

So I come in looking all beaten and battered
And found out that who we spent our time with mattered

Pop Sonnet #437

At last I'm beginning to see nothing doing
Aloud to fake the words best
And take an old pointer off the cart booing
I hand it to you, you have a vest

Of interest in the old courses recycle
The plans for the last old warning
It wrecks me up to find lice in the trichome
Of a hummingbird's dizzy storming

That comes to a fantasy beach in the pilgrimage
That can sustain any old time to work
And I have a feeling the team that loves scrimmage
WIll slowly rebuild its old lurk

And it's not too hard to stop by
Unless fear is an egoistic ploy sly

Pop Sonnet #438

Finally finding an ending complete
Complete so there is time to compete
Compete so the empty don't feel like they're beat
And I'm rising up now by the pant of my seat

And a smile from a person is so contagious
That it's better to spread harmony's love
Because the ferocious times we have spent in the wages
Of fear is Clouzot's jealous stuff

That gives it away you know the ending came
Slowing to a halt without hurting self
And at last the career that I always had same
Was bringing a tear to the Irish whelf

A word that's meaningless cannot be researched
And sometimes I slink down and possibly lurched

Pop Sonnet #439

I'm a sellout to no man and no man can sell me out
Unless they already have now
And I am thinking about inviting pushups no doubt
To still the beating board plow

Because just because miracles do take awhile
It is okay if you laugh for awhile
And cheer on the things that hardly need improved on the dial
And just relax and stay for awhile

Because sometimes we need a simple reminder
Tomorrow's pain will be totally worth it
And if you lost her, there is time to find her
And after awhile you'll know what it's like to birth it

And that completes today's memory lessons
Tomorrow we'll continue with all of life's blessings