Pop Sonnet #310

In the midst of the functioning malaise
Strip searched for looking awry
Hold off on sympathy and praise
All of us were born simply to die

Born to die--an optimist at least
Passing out the empty note cards
This daily bread is full of yeast
And stand next to the fine guards

That rock each other's known frustration
Changing lanes to check a blind spot
I still fear my own tarnation
Looking round at what is not

Because honestly if I did not have this verse
Life would go from bad to worse

Pop Sonnet #311

Take my hand and hit the skyway
Up and down and round and back
Don't want you to do things my way
The loss of life that my maker held in fact

In case the angel fairy sprite
Struck her chord when out of hearts
Entrances me by Heaven's campfire light
And always miss the target darts

Seems redundant this I know
Everyone should try to be
At the shoreline of the winding blow
Lightning strikes twice in the same tree

Makes sense to stick to what you love at last
Moving slow and moving fast

Pop Sonnet #312

Shrugging back at what I miss
Simply driven by the loan
Taking care of my old whits
The Earth gives out a gentle groan

And sampling the saddest system
Yes of course, you know I've missed them
And I look better when the lights are dim
Worried that an angry husband will tear me limb from limb

But this is what my karma reads
That even girls have simple needs
And I'll just watch the Wild Reeds
Simply to drown out the steeds

Fearing fearful fearfully
Tearing tearful tearfully

Pop Sonnet #313

The last thing we need is one more fake
Unless the map leads us to no place
There is human life at stake
And I think I should throw the race

Who needs to help the lesser fortunate
I do and always will when I can
Even if there's a hesitant
Dream about me if that's the plan

Because it hurts to please when it cannot be
Simply erase the sin and pain
Self forgiveness is my plea
And loving what looks like to be rain

Hearing here is simply good
Just okay, just as I should

Pop Sonnet #314

Up the ante, I heard the cry
Of the less fortunate, who never lie
Because there is a better way to live and die
In the infinite cosmic vortex chakra my

Only hope is to project myself elsewhere
And raise my head to look and stare
Out of the green and always care
TO move to the beat is my sister's dare

Other ways to get high as a kite
Other ways to sleep at night
There's no way to check my fright
Dancing by the dances, all right

Empathy and sympathy
Just to reamin less pithy

Pop Sonnet #315

Love my enemies, now that's a maxim
Easier done then said to be
Always feel like the gov will tax em
Just so they can be set free

If freedom comes at such high prices
No wonder I have so many vices
And evidently there's time to wear spices
Roll it on, oh roll the dice

Lover's games and games aren't simple
Don't take advantage of your fellow man
Love your body like a temple
And no need for another man to grand stand

Because the warning of the days of the dead
Still rise to the challenge of the read

Pop Sonnet #316

Read on....read one if you have the energy
Cop an attitude and that will be
The last thing you do...don't upset me
But as I heal, I guess you'll let me

Don't want to add this poison seed
One good seed is all it takes
And there's still time to get the greed
And watching raindrops fill the lakes

It seems to be a fulfilled servant
to serve the others and emaciate
The left over art of curvatures
I will have to enunciate

Or leave well alone as much as sparse
Will you please join me in this farce

Pop Sonnet #317

Write about the stars in the sky
Making friends and family reeds
Across the days they live for the fly
And simply recording needs

Which trump wants you bet your ass
That there is time to go at last
To follow the bell all the way to mass
Unless you first need to pass gas

And make people laugh
Why die in church
When the economy has been sliced in half
And cheerfully sing on your perch

Because there's time for jealous lessons
I think I've been way too stressin'

 Pop Sonnet #318

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
So the proverb reads simply
And all this guilt that I must shoulder
Flits and flats a panacea

That reconfigures to it's truthful hint
And pays back all I owe in back rent
And this is how we know it's a gent
Gently meek and without a print

Of angered man that loses life
But keeps it throughout a new incarnation
Of the spatter painted strife
Just simply buy your wife carnation

I need all the help I can get
Still seem to be having a calmer let

Pop Sonnet #319

Blood letting it sounds painful
Hearing noises that are earful
And the days of living fearful
Return to me in seconds jeer full

Because I have the stigma of
A mental problem that limits above
The limitations that we have grove
Simply puffing on a clove

But gave up everything for lent
And really still feel all kind's of bent
And don't know who's son has been sent
Cremaster is too much of a hint

So time to close the book again
Don't want to fight, but still may win