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