Pop Sonnet #890

Pirate gate for channel turf
Force nominal mode of play
Gyrate rocking in the surf
Form a million lumps of clay

And start again to chance for bat
Nothing seems to plan ahead
Now the music keeps to chat
The forging in the proper bread

When pieces gain a wheel of turns
Chances run out at last
At least they feel for all the burns
A day off in the cast

That makes to wonder what is chief
Unless you share your meal of grief

Pop Sonnet #891

Still at it today like it will ever end
The polish in the mix
And take it out of deranged lend
A four feel stay of tricks

That slickly faked a puncture down
To serve a time for testing
And half way I feel like it is brown
The color is the resting

So quake around the coffee pot
The feelings that are learned
And once I think you will have a shot
At the company that is earned

So forcefully you shoot down
The feeling that is still in town

Pop Sonnet #892

Cruising along better than I know
So the stress level will subside
Prison for the way to show
That which doth reside

In militants always a tent
For sharing what is worth
The simple day is still at rent
The level for the Earth

And simply fly by all the way
To enjoy feelings burn
That simple migrate plan to stay
And discard the things you earn

Because after awhile it comes streaking back
And after all it is a poison crack

Pop Sonnet #893

At last the round is coming in
A very pretty girl is here
And stand longer when you win
For the feeling isn't clear

That stoned out feeling of a day
When positrons allude
Take feelings of the capital pay
To bring back and stay glued

The furnish of the forestry
Expect to win the gall
One day you'll see the open tree
And giants serve the wall

That reaped a longing suffer
And made you feel quite tougher

Pop Sonnet #894

Nothing like a save day
Day before the day before
Unless it is my way
A least the heart is in store

For a foolish ganging up on her
That mystical flight plan
That served us to be stuck on sure
The flight was to Japan

But that is far away
Distance is relative too
And catch a drifting ray
Don't want to paralyze you

But after all the damage is done
And sometimes it can still be fun

Pop Sonnet #895

I wonder what it will be like
On the days I do not write
And accept a profit steer bike
Without a workable light

And promise me tomorrow
Will strengthen with a pill
Except the sound of sorrow
That offers when you will

A jealous ring of clippers
That tripped away the lives
Just wear your magic slippers
And separate the knives

Because without gaining on loss
Just keeps staring at the cross

Pop Sonnet #896

It will be early yes indeed
That is the time to go
When weather forced it hand to bleed
The cottage is moving slow

That grows up in a silent wall
The bath behind the sink
Will catch an Autumn call
For whatever you drink

And mixes pies with sauces
That cannot disappear yet
And flies across the losses
It is like we never met

So make it look as hard as it is
Can't dissipate the last of this

Pop Sonnet #897

Well that was a little better still
Because you are at least awake
And filling out the letter bill
To put away the cake

That shakes a hand of offer gift
Which will impose a law
And run back to the altered shift
A kick right to the craw

And leave us happy with a paid
Adventure in the hearth place
A match could still be proper made
To dance without a chase

That empty golden bivouac here
The golden ticket will appear

Pop Sonnet #898

Without a feeling for the doom
That plays beyond your car
That you will drive to several flume
The fire place is far

Away again to repeat dimes
The magic in the box
That selects all the other times
You left her in the pox

That stung to cling along the felt
That wasted in the rain
And reappeared for what was dealt
Without the rice in the drain

That separate the silver cloud
And it is lined with what's allowed

Pop Sonnet #899

Again we think we have completed
That which has been oft repeated
Never mind if someone cheated
And if the call was completely seated

Upon a chest of operative norms
That wore all the quiet storms
And properly returned the forms
That keeps us all feeling the warms

That place a chance in time and space
Unless you broke open the case
That was left without a place
Inside the rocket were in a trace

A trace of outer coil mixture
And fix the needed fix of fixture

Pop Sonnet #880

Long dream, long trip, across the dawn
That makes for dire air flight
No matter how long you are gone
Without feeling the night

Piercing in with strength
And unveiling the pattern here
No matter how long the length
For indefensible leer

A moment to pause and search
For the time that waking down
May as well spend time in church
When projects come to town

And whisper the Havana seed
Proper thinking in the need

Pop Sonnet #881

Hope that the music plays
When time does run out
And then I will enter the maze
Of Ariadne was it about

That time to return a battery plug
Borrowed from the one
Place that I could ride the rug
And finish for the sun

That tricky bed time plan
To make more movies soon
And just hope there's no simple fan
That wears a body out by noon

The whole floor plan and nothing less
Unless we have to clean our mess

Pop Sonnet #882

The last thing that you should expect
Is a furnished thinking chime of dim
Making progress for the wrecked
Dust was on a whim

That fantastic separation of the course
Throw it back to silver matron dame
And ride the bridled horse
Then turn it into a game

Without anyone knowing
Where your operation failed
Because you can walk and rowing
Upstream is what is trailed

Behind and in front, the long walk
Exercise is vital, less you need to chalk

Pop Sonnet #883

One up for discover season
That gain of mice that throws back
Heavy game the pleasing
And flight the plan to an own lack

Which gears the material phase
That lackluster problem wild
The very next of ways
That served up the mild

Without a presence met
The normal feeling set
And properly a vet
Without the blood to let

That game that danger ties
And costs a bit more with fries

Pop Sonnet #884

At least the memory is fading into golden bowls
The proper of the dimming free is here
And now the pattern turns back to icy fingered skulls
That damage to the impetus in gear

That one thing forgotten is all it takes to freeze
Manic for the level back upon the copter please
And make sure to take a bite out of the hunk of cheese
No one should even brag about what is greater than these

At least once in awhile the pile grows so huge
And dread the ultimatum that you want to follow
And spin around and drop down the great deluge
So matter mind master plan to bring the companion swallow

That feeling that speeds up the rest
Without a brand new treasure chest

Pop Sonnet #885

I'm still flying across the beams
Makes you plan for what it seems
Never mind the kind of dreams
That always starts to make for gleams

The coffee calls but you should wait
About an hour or two or more
At least there's scrambled time to plate
The food that gains the core

Of reason frolicking
To a memory of wines
That recipe of rollicking
Across the twisted vines

And courage taken sympathy down
Feeling like I am around

Pop Sonnet #886

Getting there was never that simple
Surely life has more in store
That feeling upon the answer temple
To remind you all of the lore

That promised to engage an answer
For the memory proper gained
The thought that you are a Necromancer
Scares even the right brained

Who don't believe in manic power
That curvature strikes a glance
Stay here for at least an hour
And save up time for the old romance

That tower of confusion that swept away
And eternal gaze of frequent stay

Pop Sonnet #887

One more time we'll try it out
Lest company complain
Of the time we wore you route
Apology is slain

And waiting until it is time to go
Works when there's a schedule
Feeling everything back flow
Empty when the lack is rule

The way to forgive is to be
In a state of bliss you see
Company is company
No matter when the lee

Breaks itself from problems healed
And leads to dreamland in the guild

Pop Sonnet #888

Okay it is lucky to have a match
Or a lighter in your pocket
But the numbers win the catch
Like an eternal rocket

For lack of a better dream
I had better ante up
Whatever the case is seem
To like the prince of sup

That time we take to lie upon
The open deserted snake
To cast a feeling of the gone
And make no more mistake

About the numbers that all the same
Pouring the days of what is in the frame

Pop Sonnet #889

Last chance to get off the substance
That makes me quite abnormal
But I am already the decadence
Of what makes it formal

Approach the candor even out
And precipice the certainty
Of logic in dark doubt
That returns majestically

The certain feel of a ditch
Comfort head in hospital bed
Spend time healing poor and rich
Alike when sickness thread

Streaks through either or the hour it is here
Never wanted to be able to see less clear

Pop Sonnet #870

Until I fix all my web pages
There's a way to make them flavor
Wise to seek the empty sages
Make due with what could curve the favor

Crop a simple note for the stopper
Can't eclipse a single vision
That will make a tiny dropper
Sink to feel a little derision

That came about when I feel good
Glad it is not really real
Better than you think it should
Be more than they can seal

In a hurry to be a pain in the ass
All that is left will be more crass

Pop Sonnet #871

Go back to the internet as soon as you can
Already had to hand in the sand
Sifts around as though it is plan
Did I really break up the band

Make a tired gesture for
The simple forgotten time for more
That kept you in the high school store
To open up a few more doors

That lead to somewhere
Make it happen
Sometimes it is a chair
That makes for mapping

That illustrates a finer point
Don't think I will share this joint

Pop Sonnet #872

Makes me mad that I can't change
The feeling I get from being low tech
As quiet as I am out ranged
By the old Emperor of soul trek

That shapeless mass that forms in a flash
Tripping over blindly photos
The way to orchestrate the hash
To make for awhile of doubtful dodos

The birds extinct, I know that much
Complicates the matter more
Don't think I can take a crutch
Until I leave out the other door

So give me an option to find a plan
Doing the best I very much can

Pop Sonnet #873

After awhile the song wears off
That hypnotized the entire crowd
And way up here in my old loft
Memories are now allowed

To boot they've torn a resident
Out of shade and guilt is charged
To discharge pain of president
Is copy to the barged

Right in and told me signs
About an absurd take
That complicated all designs
For what could be in the wake

The jet ski drives so much faster
That it never comes in last her

Pop Sonnet #874

Is that the best you could muster up
For the picture in the hazy
Don't drink out of plaster cup
Custer wasn't lazy

That feeling that a word or two
Will come flying back around
To take a position for the crew
And bite for further sound

That empty washer full of clothes
Damn you hit it on the nose
Once the whole team has arose
From the giant machines that doze

Over rocks and giant walls
Never making teams for calls

Pop Sonnet #875

As soon as I get done with this
I'll still have more to do
That is why it is remiss
To rush the whole way through

But I think that the words will flow
From life the font is pure
Not sure which way is left to blow
In the late demure

Or orchestrate a value loss
In the part time Jesuit store
Carry about thirty moss
That won't go out the door

Unless a crystal forces in
That tiny tiny tiny grin

Pop Sonnet #876

Tear up the gas that you have earned
Respect for dizzy mass of paint
Take it back to what is burned
Don't worry about what it ain't

Because there is an importer
Of pictures that I can't find
Unless I give you back a quarter
Of the lost deserted mind

That offered about seven jobs
To work them all at once
Don't think about a dozen slobs
Could wear the caps of dunce

That offering that keeps around
The meal inside the clever sound

Pop Sonnet #877

So in a rush I write the most
Does that make me so great
Without a level I'd be host
To the way to stay up late

That empty card of ostracized
The feeling that your here
Just don't wind up paralyzed
From switching the wrong gear

In place the record shows you lose
No matter when you douse
That phony crew of major snooze
Alarm in the old house

That shredded operations of the giant man
And lessened the proper feeling of the can

Pop Sonnet #878

At last the time has come up short
To take an open teleport
And dropping in on People's Court
Without the question to abort

That tiny feeling kicks at you
Enough of your remorse
That feeling that it is all through
And open for the course

That charade of nicknacks in the call
Making us feel that we can
Still tear down the pointless wall
Feeling when you ran

That way this way what's the use
And lock up the room that has the noose

Pop Sonnet #879

Not enough will ever be
Just trace back your care
Just maintain your sympathy
And keep on the longing stare

Because in awhile the picture mounts
Where pictures ought to be
A ride to take a lot of founts
Back to the stage of sea

That ship will sail if nothing more
Manages to launch
Wait for something else to core
The slouching in the haunch

And complicate the rhythm checked
Just make sure you don't get wrecked

Pop Sonnet #860

Switching modes to longer last
Out write every once in awhile
Make sure that the rod is cast
Iron in the filled up file

That coast for bread the makeshift appear
Holding on to everything
And the dream is another lesson year
Where guardians come dancing

In and propagate learned fears
That is why I could not wait
Holding them all so sincere
Brother knows I can relate

To what you go throw and there have been
Many times to show you would spend

Pop Sonnet #861

Not looking back, can't see too far ahead
After all you still look alive
Or maybe you have become undead
The force of nature when you drive

And still remember crockery
Upon the ladle spoon
Avoid each other mockery
How long to be a goon

And represent that total bang
That longing would forsake
Invite the whole damn gang
You should have paid for a fake

Unless it is all real and then
Grabbing on to your left shin

Pop Sonnet #862

Now I feel so very high
I wonder if it lasts
To feel that feeling of the cry
And hoisting it in masts

That problem there are at least two
Schools for us to land in
And just because I know of you
Does not mean that there's more Gin

When you used to go away
I got as much as I could drunk
Now I already feel the way
So tired on my bunk

Of course I'm feeling pressure too
That is the way the object flew

Pop Sonnet #863

To abandon is nocturnal sport
That punched when spared at all
Landing in an infinite port
And shopping at the mall

Because what would life be
Without the spoils of a battle
Still wouldn't be too bad to see
That is brains that are rattled

At least you feel good
But I need a break
Of course I've had brood
From just a mistake

And seizing upon that evidence now
Shoved in your face no matter quite how

Pop Sonnet #864

Blunt as a blitz of repair log
That fake time that I wrote
So it would stay smooth as cog
The spoke that was smote

Over time it makes the channel too
Appear to those as fun
The digital will fix the clock clue
To match what has been done

And map a territory could excite
The isles of the faded blue
Or do I mean wight or white
Because I absolutely feel through

The paper bag is getting soggy
And after awhile this gets foggy

Pop Sonnet #865

I remember when I went blind writing
The hold fast tenor note
That made it look a bit inviting
Don't know the feeling like a float

Device that saves you from the plane
Right now courage is on order
How long will I stay all sane
When I am about to reorder

From beginning to end
Even backwards it is the same
Practice building in pretend
Of what can see the game

That travels a lot from here to there
Ans stuck in bed for fantasy fare

Pop Sonnet #866

At least the device can help it grow
Stopped the ache of lantern switch
A mess of flowers in a row
So lovely that you shouted bitch

At the guy that looked like he had been
Already way too far that could
Never really want to be in
Without whatever feeling should

That corpse is pricier tomorrow
Got to get while the getting is good
Unless you have built up the borrow
From a whirlwind empathetic wood

That buries microphones in the set
Making all of us forget

Pop Sonnet #867

Nowhere near where I want to be
But this is quite alright with me
Leave it up to time that flees
The corset build back for the knees

That knock together like the boots
Couldn't feel the maker did
What team would you place your roots
Double meaning it is kid

And find out nicely that the rain
Spanish raises onward
Could have frosted for the pain
In what channel had guard

A lot to bargain for the win
But I think it is worth it then

Pop Sonnet #868

Greater than a whimsy plane
Operating numbers all the way down
About to see the oldest grain
Of sand made of the golden crown

That returned to dust this very day
Because the king had lived long
About a thousand feelings say
In fact was still alive so wrong

To assume that anything bad
Could happen to almost anyone
Unless it was so very sad
To watch a young man come undone

For the beats in the background that press on
Now I know it is dead by dawn

Pop Sonnet #869

Love this number, love the time
That we spent together
Making more of my words rhyme
Without the crummy weather

That is Spring, but yet so cold
In this misty air space
Helps to grow a bit more bold
Less than making it a case

Of looking around and memorizing
What is here and there
Could just be quite mesmerizing
As a haunted stare

So look into the darkness what do you see
Another kind of darkness looking back at me

Pop Sonnet #850

Riding the snake for a few more days
Or years if they turn out to be
Feeling so happy my whole world in rays
Or beams of light that they may see

Of programmed feelings that roost
Upon the gain of diamonds and Gold
That promise for the other boost
One more time we got together bold

A turn table of evidence lies in the path
Without a lecture required
Lies in the gate crashed for the wrath
To really be somewhat admired

And work never ends for those that go through
Without losing a piece of you

Pop Sonnet #851

Working real hard to get extra credit
Don't believe me at all
Even if I was the first one that said it
The empty sound stage for the call

That gigantic place where we meet to make
All that and more that will apply
Some for wisdom alone they will take
Savagely we'll turn the great cry

Out to the children that are here too
Don't know why but she won't care
About the decisions you've turned it into
And politely look around and stare

If the effect is holding you back
Try to add goals to the rest of your stack

Pop Sonnet #852

After awhile, you'll have to burn out
When you really run out of steam for good
Unless there's a really sacred turn shout
For the will of the necessary wood

That blocks your path in a natural state
Come closer in to the dare that is made
Find time to fancy the skate
Park down the street near the shade

That cold day in Spring that makes it real hard
To steer forward the curvature learns
How valuable is that college report card
Did it work out without taking turns

Or was there a reason for quitting so soon
And follow with camera the old Red Balloon

Pop Sonnet #853

And maybe you'll make it as far as you go
Without getting tripped up this time
But after awhile the impetus shows
Canonical feelings the crime

That erases all facts from the loud parade stream
Dying to copy your art
After all was time made of these things
That travel direct to the heart

And effable fancy that takes turns to bliss
That memory echoed again
Looking forward to nothing amiss
When the kingdom arrives for the win

Usurping the way we get used to it
After awhile some find to chomp at the bit

Pop Sonnet #854

It won't last, I hear you brother
About the callings you missed
To be always kind to one another
Is about the way to feel kissed

By a storm of a peasant point of view
Surrounded by gates open wide
There's nothing more to really go through
Until you reach and hold onto the tide

That slippery magic that when all is done
Will regenerate the Earth in awhile
Whenever the interaction is run
The turn off point of the dial

But breaking point or not
You have to go through with the shot

Pop Sonnet #855

Breaking out evenly for the old rinse
That typed ever clearer about evidence
And cut off the record book near the old gents
That poured out the sympathy all in defense

But worked for the writer to write it all down
In case other people are asking around
And you don't have to judge for yourself to abound
After all in the old days there were leather bound

Methodologies to work for the save
After all knowledge is brave
Especially fearful is the one that gave
Life to the medium times that were impressing to Dave

But there's a record book that must imbibe
The last count down for voodoo inscribed

Pop Sonnet #856

And after awhile the tears will all form
But think again and it soon will be warm
About all the figures that began the norm
Of tales in the wind and the over forlorn

That whimsy will fix without a damn cure
Felt a little bit used up that line
The line that they cross gives great demure
To the empty of loss in the second of mine

That cost quite a bit but must have worked out
The feeling that you made it home
And whatever anything isn't about
Is an idea original poem

But be careful not to put to much thought
Into the bagman that steals all the shots

Pop Sonnet #857

Why would a writer give up on a script
That takes too much time to be written
Unless there's a project qualified ripped
The Emperor's feeling a bit bitten

Because when you look into the things that you love
Look again saith memories shout at the man
That will help guide us through the times that are above
The counter for counting gets can

Full of all kinds of energetic flourish
There is a whole new reason
There is a whole new nourish
And that will hold out for a season

Because in due time, all will be proven
That so many mountains will still be moving

Pop Sonnet #858

At last that old beat is missed
Intentional or what made it wind
Unless you have to insist
That my television is still in the bend

That covers me most of the time had
And at least counts for more than a boast
Because when you spend time with Grads
You'll find they're ideal for the host

A problem or two that needs be solved
But leave more question than ever
In case the time is resolved
And propitiate fancy for never

Wanted to be a in the way of the plan
That is why some only give into the ban

Pop Sonnet #859

After awhile nothing more makes sense
Except that you still can lose all
Unless of course the cloud evidence
Saves us all from the poetry fall

That rounds out the edges nicely and rush
A thousand pardons go out
A thousand reasons to blush
Go ahead and erase the time about

A hundred more verses from now will be hard
No one said it was an easy way in
Better make sure to be all times on guard
And if you really can live without sin

Or at least minimal make the bad go away
And feel like you've started over today

Pop Sonnet #840

Rolling off the top of my head
Made a clever observation about
One day how you will wind up dead
So survive for as long as you shout

The detailed progression of the phase
Internalized the counter
Got to beg my boss for a raise
And then you've got to mount her

On the wall next to the place
Where understanding all
Can reestablish any trace
Wander down the hall

Nowhere to go except to class
And then maybe later back to mass

Pop Sonnet #841

Favorable the wine that pleases
Empty vacuum ready for the dust
And wonder upon the thing that seizes
Without knowing what you must

That reliance upon the tick
Of the Greenwich time zone recipe
Once in awhile you will pick
And bring your sweater back to me

The lost operation of guiltless debt
Has bummed another cigarette
And priceless dropped off at the vet
Trading in my older TV set

About that time I monitor close
The feeling that you know the most

Pop Sonnet #842

Careful chosen that is a design
The migration of the time we want
You so ever ride the line
And return back to the old front

Because now so ahead of the game
|Makes you wonder for awhile
That nothing is quite after the same
Even if there is the style

Of cruising around and going forth
On your journey's fresh
Make sure to tell your South from North
And gently have a thresh

At your daydream daisy hidden way behind the fruit
Offer to a daisy that you simply will not boot

Pop Sonnet #843

Walking back to the gift I saw
That was abandoned when
There was always a small flaw
Just to know where you've been

And furthermore I'd like to plead
About the diver's sauces
Come what may you will not bleed
For someone else with crosses

That reaches ever gently back
Into eternal buckle
And pauses for the dream in back
Of actors in the suckle

Of the about to win a decent chunk
Of change left somewhere on my bunk

Pop Sonnet #844

Never sacrifice quality
For quantity too true
What about the enmity
When I bargain with you

Frustrate empathy when the mix
Is left open to the score
About to dash the feeling Styx
The boatman open's doors

On the river where you float
Around and sometimes back
In case hell takes your goat
And leaves behind the sack

Of fresh grocery when you aren't a stranger
I can sense a lot less danger

Pop Sonnet #845

The thing I'd like to argue about
Is how much bread is left
You can take a safer route
And hoist up the heft

That would fall upon us
In the repetition wake
That lead you to dust
Separate but fake

That feeling that your torched
On only edibles
The feeling that your scorched
That bread is bills

Man you could have listened in
The facts would promote a world without sin

Pop Sonnet #846

And other miracles approach
The choice of making her
Want to sit with you in coach
The jacket made of fir

And even if you said excuse me
Cutting off is rude
Unless you've waited all day plea
To be a better dude

The kind that takes responsible lessons
To heart and mind and soul
And revives all the mixed up sessions
Turns out there is a whole

World out there just waiting for the ambulatory sound
That migrates frequently above and below the ground

Pop Sonnet #847

About that time the offer stood
To represent your words of promises
Whether it would do much good
Unearthing shadows of remiss

That feeling dissipates a lot
More than you bargained for
And save it for the shot
The game of pool indoors

Because after all the heat inside
Is ready for the warmth too
Of all the opposite in guide
Books that skip weather in the glue

That pages kept shut unturned for isolation
The very reason that is okay to keep your ratio ration

Pop Sonnet #848

A long way down, a long way up
Either way you have a lot
To sift through making the erupt
For that which is now bought

The growth of eternal happiness
Comes to the ones that love
And sometimes even campiness
Impresses from above

The simple cart that packed it all
From parking lot to store
Maybe you can rebuild a wall
Without burning anymore

Because once in awhile
You felt the controlling dial

Pop Sonnet #849

Never wanted you to be victorious over me
But now that it happened it is how it will always be
Whatever angle you have rejected to see
Will not have made us all buckle to agree

At least impressive channels are banded round the clock
That took a new horizon back to keep in the dock
And now I think I know where I left my other sock
After awhile you listen to classical as much as to the Rock

That silver girded female flair of imposition gained
About the time that lost the best in empty for the stained
Full of moments operating in the all ingrained
That is why I felt the ultimate in pained

Past tense did you notice matched the verse
Whatever I can do for you to lift your burden curse

Pop Sonnet #830

Still regret leaving town so soon
Feelings hurt all around my family and friends
Now I am back in the desert moon
Wonder what happened to smoked dividends

Those advices I gave were all but lost on
The way that I should have never appeared
Getting ready to hallucinate at dawn
Not sure why I can't handle the sheer

Pungent noise of neighbors calamitous smell
Rising through the gates and grates
Long ago I would have gone to jail
It pays to sometimes wait

So forgiving myself a long way off
I don't mind if scoffers scoff

Pop Sonnet #831

Springboard solution with a dive
Of all the alphabet begins
Find out if I am alive
And nobody wins

The layers of the fraught are here
With a demonstration
Wish I had somewhere to go near
Except the way to creation

That ridiculous way we demonstrate
A tiny bit of help is coming hope
Wonder what will next be fate
Always feel better after the soap

Concentrating on the issues that will one day complete
All the disdain I've created from Cyprus to Crete

Pop Sonnet #832

Wonder if the weather's good
I won't go and look
Lock me in the underground should
And cruise through another book

Turning sour for the days
That life keeps passing by
Made up phony accolades
To entitlement for the lie

But at least some form of greatness true
Has somehow come upon
The ways of missing that important cue
And doubling back the one

Thing that settles me is the writings that I amass
Gently laying words to the ground ever so at last

Pop Sonnet #833

Still wish I did not feel bad
With nothing causes me to
There's a lot more to be a grad
Of undergraduate school

But I think that time is a mask
Wearing ever so thin
That old compass of direction ask
Don't know where to begin

Because I feel that my sister might
Worry about us still
Staying up for too many nights
Straight will never heal

That mystery of insanity that has lapsed my judgement all
Sometimes I think that addiction pushed me against the wall

Pop Sonnet #834

When the hallucination got so potent
I could not run away any more
Wonder what is left to wrote in
A casual run to the door

But I've seen evil things in good
Probably for much too long
Wonder what I've offered stood
And going to be wrong

If sometimes words cannot explain
The feelings that manifest
And soon the glib turns to disdain
And leaves without the rest

Because sooner or later sometimes awake
To the noises that will orchestrate your make

Pop Sonnet #835

After a quick sifter back to the keyboard
That types out all that is appearing
For what is left ignored
That object of the gracious hearing

That set me ever free
I just wish I could be near
Those that still want me
But I always run from fear

So true that I take a wrong turn
Itch my back and rub my eye
A level that will burn
And never stop the prophesy of thy

Maker is important to keep us all held in check
Before I do things my way and end up in a wreck

Pop Sonnet #836

Thirsty again already, where's the shame in that
Coming on like starvation
You can always choose to wear a hat
What in ever celebration

Can you ask again
Where the jealousy erupts over
And brushes what you win
The wondrous Cliffs of Dover

That divide the scenic byway
Travel there a lot
Got to get back on the highway
And give them what they have got

Probably won't eject you, unless you look a wreck
Even though the words you write will keep you in check

Pop Sonnet #837

Further cruising still the beat
That potent energy out
Fancy next to things to heat
Pressure always doubts

That simple break and copy all
To save it for the next
Have to make it to the fall
And copying the hexed

That fear that I have made them all
From Dead Baby to Time and Space
Enough footage there to build a wall
And comfortably race

With other movie makers that
Kiss and tell proper loving going up to bat

Pop Sonnet #838

Maybe there's less pressure cooking
Then where you have to drive
Maybe we should all be booking
People are alive

And encounter mayhem in the crisis line
Have to look away
Maybe I should pay my fine
Of life that leads that day

Will come and opera still
Remains the best way out
Realize that others to do feel
That serious can doubt

The things that empty frustration time to go ahead
Don't want to always be negative when there's someone dead

Pop Sonnet #839

At last I found a way to down
That memory of time
Never bother with the crown
And organize the crime

Because actually there is a threshold
That is always near and dear
That uncanny struggle bold
Sometimes always does appear

To those that look into the void
And enter it for awhile
At least I'm no longer employed
So keep that in my file

But should I at last finish the hobby for today
Sometimes it takes the brains to make the lovers stay

Pop Sonnet #820

Great news about the inner workings
Of my soul's cafe transplant
Cannot stop with the smirking
You know I really can't

And if after all the sheepish drawl
Feels up my sentiment forward
Waiting for no one to call
Makes me thank the Lord

For all that time I used to borrow
And however it has been spent
Still regret stupidity but gone tomorrow
Don't you see why you've been sent

And the ground will always ground you
Like a left over feeling that is good to renew

Pop Sonnet #821

Seems like such a let down
That I've given all the higher
Maybe there is a dressing gown
Hanging on the wire

Love is as a directed film rights
Offering the best of all possibilities
Of the world for mites
That dance for joy and lost abilities

Bring back some kind of joy to life
When everything is new
And pull out the thing that rife
Childhood maybe grew

Into the idle lust that controls your manipulate
Can't even argue when you lose the whole big plate

Pop Sonnet #822

Trust me, I've been working hard
On something like a book
Full of memories for the guard
Will take before you took

And look around there's like a phone
Dangling from the mount
Time will have to remove the bone
Like a gunshot that you count

Because once in awhile the things you want
Are not the things you own
But that is just as clever as the front
The frontispiece a bone

Of an elk or deer or something with
Antlers that complete your legendary myth

Pop Sonnet #823

There shouldn't be a problem
With quick decision making
Keep all of those valuable gems
Unless the mail is taking

That priceless thing you sent off once
In awhile you focus on it
That way when you feel like a dunce
You gloat in a form of sonnet

Because you will one day write
The key to all these images
That remain so lost at night
But without your visages

That take a problem like your stork
About a dozen times to the cork

Pop Sonnet #824

So quick to spread out things
That took upon themselves
Whatever you've been making
To impose on that which delves

That simple plan to combat thieves
Those that know you from the past
What can be taken time to leave
And please do sign my cast

Because if it breaks in half
I will be all completely fucked
Take for instance the cure of calf
The beast they should have bucked

That sympathy reminds you of the time you have forgot
I think that really I've been saying quite a lot

Pop Sonnet #825

Yes it still hurts the small of my back
When bending over a key board
But it is for what I have a knack
So go for it until you've scored

That spreadsheet vacates all the number
Memorabilia you dive in
Take extra time to get that slumber
Maybe you will go to the drive in

Someday before it closes
Make sure there's a dozen memos
And a dozen roses
To make a woman feel the demos

That were full of gold
Making movies isn't as easy as the cold

Pop Sonnet #826

To warm up just a little for
The Dancer in the Dark
Stay enjoying lick her more
The feeling that it is stark

Because you could handle
Eternalizing veins
Light up an ESP candle
And give yourself the grains

Of salt that was exactly needed
For the new generated publicity
All those warnings you have heeded
To the different wave of audacity

That permeated the place for finding tides upon their back
That tied up the saddle to get the saddle back

Pop Sonnet #827

Goes a bit faster after a bit of good news
Sorry so much went wrong
The day you freed the dos
And don'ts from growing so long

And take for instance that may last
Upon the sifted door
That takes awhile to see past
The spiking of the core

And impetus doth trail you
About a second dime
That stole back philosophic crew
About a third or fourth time

That still will warn you that more reading
Of the arc lamp emulsions you'll be needing

Pop Sonnet #828

All I do is wash my hands
Then later they feel dry
But it is better to clean your sands
Than to curl up and die

Because at least a reason reached
A gallon overdue
That maybe sometimes was the preached
Making it run through

The coast is gaining back a galaxy
Of spectator sports
Time to jump into the Taxi
To get all the way to court

Where some will judge and some impose
A method about what she knows

Pop Sonnet #829

At least for once I quit again
That is the way to be
And sometimes crouched upon my shins
And write all that I see

Because even though alone
I feel so surrounded by wild life
The bus that takes out the drone
For acquiring the right

About a circumspect invasion
For the relative ambience
So anti-anxiety for the occasion
And cannabis in the seance

Because if you think I've lost my flare
I'll tell you I am breathing a lot more air

Pop Sonnet #810

Undue for occasion profitable nigh
The whimsy does approach
Absolutely reach the sky
And ride back in a coach

Because appeal to literate
The furnish will admire
To shape up the feeling of the date
And flatten like a tire

The breaks of broken feeling flat
A brake important too
That observation in the stat
That returned for what is new

The only thing that infiltrates the mire is the dust
I don't know when I'll be complete but go on because I must

Pop Sonnet #811

Take time to fan out what is neck
The lizard will appear here
The footage there is so much heck
That is the one thing that is clear

So full report the guessing game
Left you with a match
And sometimes this word appears the same
Sometimes I have to scratch

There's no point in furrow down
The leftover aptitude remorse
You have a lovely dressing gown
And are going for the course

Because each comfort will approach you
Long before the feelings coach through

Pop Sonnet #812

Lean unto a grip of spells
That teach you how to warn
The Earth Day that still impels
Is all about the scorn

That we deserve for trashing
The warning of the crutch
And in the sight of cashing
Makes for more than much

That Earthly desire we have led
The phantom wears a mask
What good is to eat the bread
Unless you have to ask

And be okay minimal feel
Do you think that is a deal

Pop Sonnet #813

Clearly there's a place somewhere
Where we just write things down
I know eventually you'll care
But often stay around

Because the chimney looks so clean
From standing far away
Boil up the scarred up machine
And keep your thoughts at bay

Because we like what we can catch
A maker's of the signpost
And what else are you left to hatch
To prick up the old fine coast

That highway goes from here to there
And you will never know just quite where

Pop Sonnet #814

Dream on the scribe of my grand
Mother is now passed
And buried neath the dirt and sand
But flowers we have cast

To the grave where she resides
It is one place to be
To wander back there in the ides
That place equipped to see

The equipment runs to catch the honor
Of the passing days
And makes me sad to think she's gone her
Silver for the ways

That will renew a life of time that we all feel we should
But I wonder with the memories if it will do any good

Pop Sonnet #815

Glorious the motion passes
Neath the floater of the steam
That catches ride for mountain lasses
That other kind of gleam

Makes for comfort in a shell
A shell that invites life anew
And hope you all are doing well
What would you ever like to do

Brings happiness to the core
Of the nature all begun
To liken it some more
And feel like you stun

The apples compared to oranges welt
Will strictly concern us with what felt

Pop Sonnet #816

Made it far but farther still
Is how we push on for with
That best of all the quiet pill
Is life all just a myth

Of heroes and villains and thresholds
Of guardians that mask
The time that we have proof of colds
Was worn out when you ask

That old proverb of time stand still
The way we learned to read
With Biblical promotions will
We quite so much agreed

That history is for the time of my old video player
And you know that even I could have been a slayer

Pop Sonnet #817

The ascension high full of steam
That grin besides the good
Left me three or about thirteen
Of what the weapon mood

That curvy answer to the slope
Of mystery unveiled
And always praying for the pope
That principle for nailed

The cross is enough to keep me cured
But my hallucinations run rampant
Whatever makes you feel so pure
And the bank of our encampment

Left for sure a promise of a safety kind of plan
I think that the universe stopped before it began

Pop Sonnet #818

For awhile make a nuisance of the word
That fold into themselves
Was that what started feeling blurred
The time that blends on shelves

Of Blu-ray discs that crank it all
A notch or two we've scored
Bet you are crouching by the wall
And feeling over adored

Because you look great but
So much more to do
That time to ride in the cut
There will be time so true

The tourniquet below the belt
That what is here can now be felt

Pop Sonnet #819

Rounds out one last time for the curve
Of bodily approaches
That you still look great like all the nerve
It takes to write the roaches

That we used to smoke for fun
But felt a little crazier
Whenever I can feel all done
I will be a lot less hazier

And after all the life I lead
Ain't really all that bad
It's not like I have unknown greed
For what I could have had

And about that time I gave up writing
But just for awhile until it is again exciting

Pop Sonnet #800

Searching for anyone that had to call
Represent the way that failure comes to
Once in awhile you get to the stall
That would be so far below you

Why must pain and sorrow rule the day
Come on and steer toward a logic note
Drink up the water that flows all the way
Down the river where I have in my throat

The concert I put on years ago
Driving you backwards in case
Wonder what was there below
Find it hard to be in a race

The ones that make a cure all intense
The spell that I cast grew near my fence

Pop Sonnet #801

Turn around for the way to appear
Wonder if I hit the wrong string
On the guitar, an instrument is clear
To always know and always bring

The music wherever you go
Simply hold on to your hand
And wake up really slow
Wear it all like a band

You may start to dream
A forgotten dream is sure
To the South side you will have to lean
Rain falls so peaceful to cure

What ails you any time here
Got to go driving to get so near

Pop Sonnet #802

Understand that pleasant work makes for the door
A curse of thousand agreement save
Could I rock for the quiet score
Of what is all for a rave

A quiet time to reflect what is here
A corset designed for rights
Can't quite capture the love from a mirror
Must have just been one of those nights

So I can tear through the innocent script
Turned a corner down a lost horizon trail
Make sure when you travel, you find the slip
Glad there is no more hunting the whale

Take a certain clue of another hopeful
Hand down the chain of the total scope full

Pop Sonnet #803

Trucking along down the windy trail
Insinuate comfort for a leather risk
Maybe there are a few to impale
There is no one else to go frisk

And make sure to plant features
On an understanding to escape
And after awhile you should meet chairs
A charity of the pictures in drapes

That sometimes look scarier than
A late of plant here in the vista frame
I would always let it happen again
Buy a built discovery into the same

Take notes all you want I know what you are
A shiny super clever name for the star

Pop Sonnet #804

So nerves of steal they finally store
The course of a wave or two
That turns over feelings of more
So save that Never So Few

I know beauty when seen
Ever so gently set down the call
Make sure to whisper your screen
Pass when felt that message of hall

The comfort you bring when settling down
And been so long to make progress
When we simple hover above ground
That levitation that makes you weightless

Topsy turvy to the core
Surely in tune for a lot more

Pop Sonnet #805

Not sure why things have to work out
Simply claim to climb the potent wall
Take time to break up the scout
Once in awhile the makers stall

Alone down walking by myself here
Prepared to see something new
Prepare what you want to be ready next year
And already feel good for the crew

That feels a sympathy straight to the core
Known what was lost forever
Continue to fuel me up with what is in store
And I won't allow you to stay never

Sometimes I wonder if it is covered or yours
Original material that is not sold in stores

Pop Sonnet #806

A challenge ahead that I must soon face
Been down that road a couple days
Left out of factual grace
Only a small day plays

For the thunder in the distance
Is bringing it's stead
Of another one of those missed chances
That you never had to dread

The way that the wave comes by
Through the keyhole the tears
And let out a gentle sigh
To hide the painful years

That always come to haunt more
Than a time to feel like an implore

Pop Sonnet #807

Already filled the lost of the chain
Signing out for a comfortable mount
Up on the trail for the curly word gain
Can you unlearn how to count

And make sure your reader is fine
Always count something for greats
After awhile you will read the sign
Object lessons for states

Of mind that reappear in droves
Make a simple curse for awhile
And buy a pack of the cloves
Going out with a certain style

Nicely done you place the last dump
Double it up when dealing with the pump

Pop Sonnet #808

I am worried about the end of today
Because I'm not quite certain yet
Of that which coined the term play
That is free to enjoy for the whole wet

Theory of hearts inside a box
That turns back to the ride
And resets two or three of our clocks
That had to present the certain glide

Over the hill in a giant apparatus feels
Like we'll make it to a new time zone
Now you know what the impetus squeals
And sometimes it feels like I have a loose cone

That object that appears to be close or far
Not really sure who sometimes you are

Pop Sonnet #809

Please don't discontinue the phase
Of making the tears go ride
The empty feeling in the craze
That hoped for us to chide

The way that feelings come back to health
A starboard gaze into the waves
That wake the eternal sleeping wealth
Whatever you think could be saved

That feeling that an hour has passed
But nothing has been done
That is why I feel off when I've cast
The string and hook into the sun

That burns up my pole when close to the heat
So many fears that I have to defeat

Pop Sonnet #790

Smirk the acreage that fans the fumes
Double back over my last place
The web overheard and often looms
Double check just in case

And question the level with the match
Build up to remember video stores
The left up to the last big catch
And watching out of peripheral cores

Rods and cones they fill my eyes
And like a snow globe, particles float
On recycled days of hypnotize
Find out what could be smote

Because after awhile the dream wears off
And I hope you don't have that nasty cough

Pop Sonnet #791

Big plans to ride into town
Be better than sympathetic twin
You look good in that gown
And that reminds me of the Gin

A pressure that instigates the lost
All for a certain type of weather
Whatever you paid for that cost
And you remind me of Heather

The fact that you are even here
Makes me wonder beyond the thought
Take time to reappear
And whatever you do get caught

The swing is so high that you will grow up
Sometimes you know that the Lord will take thine cup

Pop Sonnet #792

So writing in presence of hegemony large
Takes another few certainties
Make sure you talk to someone in charge
And rock the boat longer if you please

Make sure that we all have a good after party
Don't waste time but hang with the band
I fear my words are always hearty
And let the fist get full of sand

All the time I've waited for you
To get employed by someone's friend
Whatever you think is so good to do
Is there anything left you could lend

A few legendary nights of fun filled sex
Click om the mouse to see what happens next

Pop Sonnet #793

Been down this road a couple of times
So paranoid that I feel like it hurts
Probably pays to commit the crimes
Just leave your problems in the dirt

Make time to change the destiny call
Never mind if you need the lady
Maybe if you went back to the mall
Remember that anyone can be shady

And tuck in your notice of widening gaps
That pressure cooker of evidence gold
I just love the way Death Row raps
What would you do in the cold

When you've gone to the point of rain
And the level is seen by a dozen gain

Pop Sonnet #794

What is there left to take gainful risers
A whole mess of bleacher tickets
And you can kick out the kaisers
That rail against the stop in the thicket

And take back the radiate clean just
To mitigate instances instant for one more
Every once in awhile I hear the man cussed
Because he had felt for what is in store

The package is scrambled because of the legs
That stored up emotions for the powdered milk
When can we go back and drink the kegs
Full of drainage situation that have been of your ilk

The half way point is coming up
And that is why I give you to the erupt

Pop Sonnet #795

It is okay to make it last
Never mind what gets lost
Because we all get by too fast
Whatever you do in frost

Is a bite that takes a toll
A mannerism of fun and style
Ralph is on stage in the coal
And make mistakes for finder file

Everything is okay when you hear the voice
Make sure that you step on the dancer shoe
Not that you are left with a single choice
To dance back to the proper you

That shifted animate design
And stuck you with a finer sign

Pop Sonnet #796

So the hole appears in vision
What is left to some other score
Make some kind of quick decision
You will have to even more

Because if you are pissed off
Over what is apparent to rile
Don't take advantage of the cough
Always left you in denial

So start again when time is right
Almost made me blow my wad
Catch another time to fight
With the chord of God

Because if you can style with the trick
You can think of timing quick

Pop Sonnet #797

Time out for what matters most
That working sound of what is here
And of course there is what has coast
Masthead in division cheer

A squad of angelic feeling kind of sight
Impairment between here and there
Wonder if it all will turn out right
Maybe it is time to wear

Accompany me to the room
Pull off your skirt
It is time to groom
The duty calls to lose the dirt

And time for us to be unbridled passion
For a wave of what is in fashion

Pop Sonnet #798

After awhile people make mistakes
Can't pretend it doesn't hurt though
Makes sure the noise is full of fakes
Whatever you can see is grown

Because the sympathy is designed
To take a care of destined race
All of the trials are quite timed
And feel much better when been chased

After awhile condolences check the clock
Rewind the scene to see it all
And dissipate unless you bring on rock
That level of goodness that makes the call

Past an ever ready certainly here
Fear oh yes and a lot more this year

Pop Sonnet #799

Last time I went to save a whole lot
Nothing happened at all
Except the motive to get back to shot
Of all the bands I love hall

You the way to the over reach
That made it impress you
Not everyone is cut out to teach
But I could be okay too

And make things happen for once in awhile
The ending is coming fast
Ever coming in style
Wear your flag at half mast

After all the crowded spot isn't always ideal
But I do want the crowd to recognize the appeal

Pop Sonnet #780

Delicious day the Lord has made
Upon the Easter blessings
Smoke what you can to get the paid
No guilt for several messing

Up is okay when grace abounds
Just don't do it with intent
Once again you've run aground
To deliver what has been sent

So making time to stick out of the crowd
Why is hatred even allowed
Was there urine on the shroud
Always have to ditch the proud

What does that strange picture mean
Is there something to that scene

Pop Sonnet #781

Racing time not easy now
Awful making an early crisp
What would you do to growl
And rid yourself of the lisp

To exact a problem with a shark
Poison arrow in the dark
Left out a missed you on the mark
Brought back mistakes into the ark

Raised a lantern ever so high
Raised it way up to the sky
That was a letter to imply
Another course of drinking rye

So abandon the irrational thought
Before you lie down on your cot

Pop Sonnet #782

Meditate it will be nice
To pay for someone else's advice
And choke down that big bowl of rice
Thinking that you'll check it twice

Because the bad feeling that you gained
Was because of sinful stains
Give up to others the gentle reigns
Of the make shift pair of planes

That bent Medusa's body back
To give you the phallus that you lack
And got you hooked on dire crack
Which rode right past the old Love Shack

Popularity may turn out to matter
Even when you nitter natter

Pop Sonnet #783

Okay to hurry when the deadline approaches
Driving round in circles coaches
Celebrate the fan cult broaches
And back off when the day approaches

Because without syllable rules it is dead
The game of life of which we dread
To say the things that must be said
And offer the holidays the bread

Because here we are racing with the Sun
Hoping that we do get done
Hoping above hopes for stun
The peninsula near the island won

The battle won the war
So that is who we all fight for

Pop Sonnet #784

Half way round the simple tome
Better half to write a poem
Better make it to the foam
That showered empty all alone

That one horse racket put up a fight
Better now than at night
Offered you a candied light
And took back things that were in sight

To proper handle the things of mist
That land of summoning like Chris
Those monsters and demons that help with the gist
Of living life besides what is missed

So miss nothing and retread often
And when you wake up rise from your coffin

Pop Sonnet #785

Wonder who is at the plate
Can you find your way back date
Wonder who will turn up late
Can you get to the other rate

Rate for function in the last
Had to wear a ceramic cast
Normally made of bandage mast
Just leave your pain in the old past

Because the race is viable too
Wearing out your brand new
That thing that is new is your shoe
And over the coup you now have flew

Make sure to cheer the parents along
I still feel that feeling of wrong

Pop Sonnet #786

Draining down the dangerous turns
Hope that your food doesn't burn
Wonder if they make a turn
Table to take back the spurn

Dagger this old note to stick
Dagger me to jump the quick
Sand that empties to no one's pick
And left that hair with a cow lick

When created by the master plan
Come take me to the Ocean hand
Maybe you won't understand
Why I fight with your best man

Speak when silence seems to break
The only time I've been awake

Pop Sonnet #787

Now the tension mounts all the more
What is left is not in store
For the girl is not a whore
Beg to differ something at the core

Dire planes that ride the snake
Love you when you always take
That piece of me was meant to break
And skip your rock across the lake

Because that chip it itches when
On my shoulder it has been
That chip that makes the prideful sin
And leads us to the new begin

Begin anew that's all I'm asking
Make it up to make it masking

Pop Sonnet #788

Force my way through just two more
That is what is left for
The number of the cast for shore
To make sure of the old folk lore

That reaped what was sewn awfully new
Try to work on what you do
Try to finish with your rue
The counting on that we all true

To finish just in time is hard
Especially when you are on guard
Of the next day's final card
Just don't mock up very starred

Cataclysmic effect to write
About everything left in the night

Pop Sonnet #789

Wow it erased an important portion of words
Now I wonder what is heard
Making time to make sure it is cured
Published under the old assured

Path that sidewinds around
The dizzy course of making sound
And wondering why you have to pound
With the man that changed this round

Because as soon as this is done you will be free
Not that you weren't already
So please please cop a different plea
Against the thou and even thee

Because it is Easter and God is good
Now that it is out it can be understood

Pop Sonnet #770

Waking up to stormy clouds
Feels like the middle of the night
Teleporting theater across the frantic crowds
And take my position serious for someone that just might

Once in awhile it is okay to strike a word game gesture
Feel so out of place again so true
And if you can't go anywhere then you can have your fest here
Amongst the rabble that took time taking back what you want to do

And now the shape is all deformed
Distortions on the ship
But feel bad about the lack of warmed
Up that cup from which you sipped

And of course I'll find Paris a gift of all locales
That is why it is really good to prove it to your pals

Pop Sonnet #771

There's enough joy here to go around for days
Find you escaping knowledge packs
For reminders in the haze
Of fog that poured through all the cracks

And made the room look like dry ice
Activated the magic of steam
Because it looks as though the look twice
Know the way to dream

Of a president and I cavorting in the aisles
Not everyone will agree with us true
Rotational approaches seem to cause all the smiles
The whole discussion of the thing reminded me of you

And now I'm down to just the eighth that is left
That rocked a tonic for the only good theft

Pop Sonnet #772

Dirty when it is clean, my keyboard does the trick
Learning a statue or maxim all I can
Once in awhile if you pick
You strike back the currency like cash in hand

Often times the marketplace doesn't serve what you need
And you realize the stabilized are healthier than weed
Even though that is healthy indeed
Sometimes it is good to just plain binge read

When finding tomorrow's goal sheet
Left among the crumbled trash
I will pay to clean up your street
I will pay for it in cash

Because if you seed the lines and different times you will find the trick
Simply everything you ever wanted and quite quick

Pop Sonnet #773

Sample pages keep you happy, but you will have to modify
Reading an example of someone else's study plan
Seems but only seems to get you by
I think even though it is written all a jumble you still can understand

That when the line that creates the shape
Makes us get close to the interest
Presently I can miss an ape
Of puppet movement in the chest

Full of treasure like potions, gold and armor plates
The armory that you can sell to
Just don't get there really late
That way the conversation fell through

Because negotiations weren't smooth as they seemed
But at least we ran from place to place in the dream

Pop Sonnet #774

Feels like a lot more than half
At least right now it does
And pull a sword out of the staff
Of life when going for what was

The only selling point you see
Is laughter in a machine that roars
And it is okay if you agree
Sometimes to disagree assures

And let us trade allegiances the more we do is gold
Finding out you have a sample page
That you will forever hold
Onto because I wrote them like a sage

That keeps track of text and writing even in the cloud
Once in awhile a coffee break is totally allowed

Pop Sonnet #775

Glad my little sister is here
To soak up the cartoons
I smiled at her to get the cheer
Spreading along quite soon

That potion of restoration
That replenishes your mind
Woke up so early for intentions
Canceled in the grind

Takes with it pieces of the glass
That is shattered for effect
Of sounds and other things that last
In ringing tones perfect

So been awhile hasn't it that you write very small
And then your writing grows and grows until is quite tall

Pop Sonnet #776

Soon enough I will be at a place
That obscured the reason
For going forward with grace
Simple enough is pleasing

So now the surroundings cheer for you
A melody of false and true
The casual causal mode of libation conquers too
That one thing that you left when dizzy raids across the blue

And makes up words that sound good together
When nothing is talked about
Her needs are more important than whatever
Takes apart the doubt

Because we are related in oh so many ways
That is the message and I hope it really conveys

Pop Sonnet #777

Everything I've always wanted to do
Since I was very young
Study the Hegelian's clue
And hold to Carl Jung

Because the names of the thinkers
Throughout the long error
Sometimes I might just stare at the blinkers
Never take for what is fairer

That time you see the lucky sevens
All combined on the slot machines
And pours out gold coins in heavens
That fills your gamble mode to win if knowing what it means

Is a way to celebrate that lucky number without remorse
Unless you are like me and are bipolar of course

Pop Sonnet #778

Further down is further out
But the goal is so far away
Till you've sifted for the bout
Of holding all the pay

Dirt is for the added bonus blazing
Of the time we spend at erasing
Spend time with all that are craving
And after awhile you'll run after chasing

The stripped up core of wire
That speeds across the magnet
Fragile sympathy for writing pyre
Into the back of this Corvette

That way we can make the transition cross the hills
That ever so scared us into thinking we would spill

Pop Sonnet #779

Spill over into final thoughts
That left you when you started
Made it through that is a lot
Of things that made the parted

Hair line look so attractive like
The measurement of space
Not that I wouldn't have tried it with a spike
Not that it was as beautiful as Emilie's face

That sweet girl that is nice to me
Because I am her friends
Something else I'd like to see
Finds ways to my screener dens

That took a ride on horseback so long ago
Only to remember that it all came back when it is time to grow

Pop Sonnet #760

Heaven is a mirror according to what is told
Never keep a diary for all to read
Unless you are ready to have the message sold
Of the things you have always done in private indeed

So the waves crash into each other a bit too soon
Complicated rings for the center of the pitch
And found an interesting marking on that interesting rune
Opium tainted the skull and love begins to stitch

That isolated logic of the best of all possible gifts
Scalier than trampled down a landmark in the sand
Sometimes when your spirit dampers, might quite lifts
To a higher place assortment kept you for demand

A proper symbol of the pleasure we may cease to share
Only one and all alone to be in quite the pair

Pop Sonnet #761

A contradiction that is right
But what more can you seem to prove
Being so comfortable with only one small light
And maybe the giant portal will steadily move

Back and forth across that gate of Europe's common thought
That transformed me into what I needed
Transformed me quite a lot
And it was all you have tread through reeded

Rivers that are teeming with local signs of biological specifics
Must have switched to Eastern TIme
Or maybe it was Pacific
That thought we travel to time zones makes us seem like we're time traveling in a line

Forgot that only ten words make for a regular way
Kept all of my other thoughts off hand and far at bay

Pop Sonnet #762

Pyramidal instigation of that conic sphere
Leave it all the way open
And the infinite is partially going to appear
Pick a hiding place to put all the dope in

That way you want get caught for shooting needles
Experimental waves of Gold
That always makes me want to listen to nothing but the Beatles
The records that we have all bold

To accept phenomena loose
Triggered a good feeling
And got me with a noose
Staring at the hallucinations on the ceiling

Or so they appear to be when changing all that shape
Better come to terms with mental games that you record to tape

Pop Sonnet #763

If that method still exists in public spheres
Couldn't seem to track down the light pole
And again I'm telling you the inspiration mirrors
The lights that flash for the new goal

Of turning in the evidence
That will crop up anyway
Crop circles near a fence
I've got a place to hide you away

That place that you can go just to get so very far
From all the things you'd like to be
And all the things you are
Walking around as far as possibly

Something else a mode of travel
Waiting to hear the sound of the gavel

Pop Sonnet #764

That sometimes booms in clouds in Spring
Really what is the meaning
After all a quick dive into the thing
The thing that just keeps gleaning

Off the rest of the run on thoughts
Without a chaser it will be impossible
To do all thirty shots
That you promised to do for Father Bill

Was a good man caught in the wrong game
For a moment relax
And we will all forget about his name
And no matter our gender we'll go make out in the stacks

Because life is too short not to give all
To possibly fizzle away but yet remain enthralled

Pop Sonnet #765

So there's still all kinds of mad bleach
In your system full of venom
And what we'd like to be is all so out of reach
Where else could you possibly send them

To a place that hears a bit of muse
Dandy is about the classic rules
But if you find the overarching ruse
That slows down the urgent tools

To even spare a dollar is a better way to be
Be without philosophy and you'll be without
The understanding of what it might be me
Really after awhile it is hard to find a safe route

The prison time is extra money but it may work
Extra caution taken when you creep about and lurk

Pop Sonnet #766

Keep blushing when you know you find love
That simple feeling extra cozy even in mistakes
So go ahead and fix the damn thing to freshen up above
Unless you like the strange accidents to be awake

To the aesthetic principles that captivate your fire
That vey thing that makes yo wish you would have been less dire
And exposed a human link to all the times you wired
Up that rope and after awhile you'll break for the sire

That cropped up after only a sip
Of Oceanic Arab coffee
A feeling that a lot of trips
Would turn out to a referee

A waste of time to make sure no one cheats
So there's other ways to that when you catch the catchy beats

Pop Sonnet #767

Sometimes it takes a bit longer for what is being composed
But that is okay after all as long as the words come
The last thing you want to happen is to feel like the whole thing proposed
In time you will accomplish what is left up to the Vodka or the Rum

The way that liquor settles you and smoking when you drink
I think that is the only way, the only way to think
And watch the camera always seems like the flash makes you blink
And if nothing else you'll wade where it is shallow not to sink

Into the water that is clear and shows your fitting grace
That elusive stairway climbing up the back of your face
And in a minute I will give you a whole new kind of race
That spills the liquid solvent from my cup that never chase

A holding solution for the crossword broken pencil now
That is the only thing that I will always allow

Pop Sonnet #768

Lord give me strength and recognition for my sacred art
That ofttimes reveals flaws and other things I wish were gone
The left over pictures that have elevated parts
And in a few more years I will probably grow a bit more fond

Of that which is right now hard to understand
But is worth engaging discourse over it
Unless it is the only place the ending has began
And if there is a way to simply reach for the kit

That is only thought of certainly at every single mass
To be a rigid purveyor of the time that comes at last
And fight the dogs forever because she's a gentle lass
That ties a know into the makeshift sail that is near the mast

So struggle through another day of working all the time
Join up with all the ways that your brain begins to rhyme

Pop Sonnet #769

About the joy about the fun that lasted for some time
Offer you a bit more help
When ruined by a crime
That netted in the tiny kelp

I'm afraid the Big Night is here
To feed a thousand extras
And teach you to go leer
Hideout in a death camp in Texas

The place where some are total dead
But I still really know of good people
That sometimes break their bread
Come from the land of the bigger steeple

No offense but I'd like to stop by
A drive in movie with a noted steakhouse nearby

Pop Sonnet #750

Where does the stream go of video storage
That runs out of room for anything but
After awhile there is a shortage
The rest remains permanently cut

Or is it temporary to know that
Anything can cycle back in
For what is left for the Old Hat
Is kept alive in a video storage bin

That samples a nice montage of saved
The very thing is not when erased
Sometimes it takes the closest of paved
Road trips for the Mind raced

Back to the pictures of Blaise Pascal's last day on Earth
Rossellini directed and knew for the worth

Pop Sonnet #751

Time to go rushing through days work of ending
Every once in awhile you will see me friending
Under the light that refractors were bending
And everyone else had the courage to vending

A nicely kept time for a nicely kept apartment house
Even if the residents were related
Even though I used to get soused
Someone else what would you rate it

That old turn table looks useful again
Bet your ass you could spin an old record
And I think that is exactly why you have been
The first ever I learned was a G chord

That strings together nicely the spot of the chief
And sometimes in Chinese Food you'll find the hot beef

Pop Sonnet #752

When you find what you like, you can stick to it
Take the iced up wall spell
That comforts you when there's more to get
Don't be the one that deflected the well

Of dreams of souls of making it work
A thousand locks to the treasure
But for now it snaps to the perk
Of cleaning up the last measure

Of platitudes that shine like they glow
Understand the press for now knows
Don't know why the scape up wind blows
Keeping things over the rose

That bushed out crazy in old May
Why we treat April with kindness everyday

Pop Sonnet #753

The climb today feels higher than right
To simple dine for the strategy cause
Always seem to write in the light
And almost feel the need to press pause

But when you go on without a short break
Feels kind of empty but nor really fake
The last time I told you not to take
A sample that withers into the make

The mild of peppers that are for the pan
Got quite a head rush form all of the clan
That were invasive to lie in the sand
Bury me bury me up to the hand

Because that way I won't be able to go
At least for now there are a few things you know

Pop Sonnet #754

I am in the way of where you would drive
The last time you insist you turn up alive
This is the place where the working men thrive
Once in awhile the place for the hive

Will shatter your instinct Into the Wild
Making sure that the title is resonating
And return to me that thing you have filed
About the pleasant type of carbonating

Understand that the bubbly old soda
Replaces my old love for booze
Thought it might moisten down my throat or
Attacked the liver with feeling to snooze

In my lounge chair, all I can do
Learn to live with it carry a few

Pop Sonnet #755

So if you find you've got problems with that
Finding out if you cruised for the hat
That wasn't empty and feeling less fat
To be organized neatly over technician stat

That poignantly left a good feeling for this
Ever so comforted been in the disc
For the giving of prizes that work in the mist
That may not have formed for the phone in the risk

Makes your head spin from dizziness
Choose carefully type flux
Take care to remember those that are business
And sharped up the old graceful crux

That seemed ever so much like a cross
Don't you know that you are the boss

Pop Sonnet #756

Jumping from one to the next makes me realize
Once in a while it slips and catches
Try to masquerade in another type of guise
And runs around lifting latches

That try to be glorified even when asleep
A system of mojo in the glance
Might as well tell me why they have to weep
A part that you'll take for a dance

Dancing with cute girls and sometimes dance ugly
Not very nice to even call it that way
Because most everything has beauty for snuggly
Dreams will come back to the day

That riled you up as much as you can get
Just only had a very minor old fit

Pop Sonnet #757

That didn't break up, the point of a letter
Could have found my favorite green sweater
Could have soon enough learned to ditch and forget her
And make a scene for the hotties that came with the debt here

That spotted old owl that perches
Don't know if that is even possible for an ideal
Nature has it's own popular churches
That never bring back a fifth meal

Any way you get hungry once in awhile
Try to spin it is in the style
Of a lesson planned for Sunday's the mile
That takes me to lyrical treatment of tiles

That show a hand print from an old friend of mine
This chair is so nice but don't dare to recline

Pop Sonnet #758

Still pushing on and speeding it to the end
Found out the way you had to grow out
Of a blown up radio aware of the message they send
That makes a target of throw outs

The course of the paper flew down to the trail
Said to save everyone for games of the flail
That caught me in spirit for the old faulty hell
Which showed me the way back to the camp in the mail

That map that got used in directional planes
Set up a black out for pushing on brains
That old feeling of flexing your cerebellum for gains
Of the places that never get used stem feigns

For a black out could have knocked out
That old way to push yourself into the trout

Pop Sonnet #759

That were caught fishing with ease
But were they just caught for the release
Unless you burned them over a fire for threes
That made the lemon fish taste better cease

For there's a controversy in eating the living
Organisms that fill up with worms
When not frozen or cooked the larva is giving
The meat becomes infested with germs

Bacteria and things you'd rather avoid
These days though feel a lot less paranoid
And every time I check my thyroid
The results are okay very nicely employed

So let us head to that place down the street
A Taxi ride later to hopefully greet

Pop Sonnet #740

Roll with the heat and the cold until you are full
Of temperature changes that leave
An effect of some kind that totals the bowl
How there are ways to walk seethe

From your joules, there's no other way
To pray for tomorrow's lost for the sent
Was into a really good feeling in May
Maybe there's a point where there is bent

Up metal sticks, holding down the gaping
Instant success is what I vote for
And characters that have been escaping
Don't know why you protect the core

Of being, breathing and breeding
Of giving, caring and bleeding

Pop Sonnet #741

So without a hitch, I give you all in
Unto the method that steals
If there is a bird it is likely a wren
From the way that look feels

Unto the working that poured on for hours
Miles of compromises in the loss
Might as well point out the well grown flowers
Would rather not have snow than moss

A comparable covering for the snake juice
That makes you feel hectic inside
I would vote that we come to a truce
Make some noise for the bride

In an arrangement that made for the best
Don't know what to do with the rest

Pop Sonnet #742

Banged out a couple in record time too
Father forgive us for we have sinned
Love you all dearly through and more through
Without a towering awakening in

The predisposition that left me hanging here
Without a careful time to be well
Among those in curtailed haven to fear
The best way to go with a bell

That rings when it is time for a slight change of heart
And passes the reckoning crash
That could have been prevented Seattle start
To wonder if they saved the hash

For a special occasion like maybe they're tapered
Once in awhile I feel a bit papered

Pop Sonnet #743

Moisten the position for comical tides
A marker that IOU busted
Come and get giddy inside the rides
I know it was you that I trusted

Turn a key tourniquet into a chief
Made for the liking go fact
Give me a case of the old good grief
And I'll trade you a secret for tact

The one thing that helps out in times of waste
Worries for finish to store
The last thing you need is to become so chaste
And let out your feelings some more

Because after awhile the time drags you to the mound
And the reciprocal ties you upside down

Pop Sonnet #744

Quite a bit later I was waking up
From the dread that I had more disease
And now I am feeling a bit blown up
From communicable takes in the breeze

A logical quandary I couldn't have solved
Even with the help of my cousin
Who is a doctor I could have involved
If only I had another dozen

Of feeling the urge when told for the head
In mustard flares sympathy design
Lady Windermere's Fan was in the most read
Of the silent movie inter title fine

So make sure to get through as much as you can
And find out some more as fast as you plan

Pop Sonnet #745

My hands feel so dry, almost like my mouth
That never seems to catch up with
The moisture that leaves so rapidly south
Staring at the great old Monolith

That never has moved from it's hallow of spots
Tying a graceful nice sleeve
And after awhile you will chill out the shots
That make tired into the weave

That fanciest take of a road lesser down
A sidewinder of advice in the curve
Never could dream of making a sound
For your comfort I know you must serve

For hours on end, making pain into word games
And looking back on the rearview in the same

Pop Sonnet #746

Place it has always been there
Check again if you do really care
And feel the vibration each time you stare
Without a worry to even compare

Do the whole look it will do you some different
Equipment left in the hallway
I don't think you can ask for a referent
To gain what is down in the pay

Off whenever you turned down the money
That would have been so nice to use
After awhile the grimness gets funny
Whatever else you must choose

Glad that you're going, hope it is a good time
Two nights ago the Blood Moon was fine

Pop Sonnet #747

To look at and see that the stare
Into outer space was leaving
The horse that you rode was one hell of a mare
Without second times to be grieving

Into the sieve like a funnel of oil
Tune up the car and sharpen the coil
With or without a separate foil
Of all of this work that turns into toil

Away at a nice launch pad of success and life
To look out at separate jaws of the turn
That separates antidotes with a knife
And after awhile you learn

That what could be different so often is not
Don't do anything at which you could be caught

Pop Sonnet #748

That takes time to look into like eating a pill
And so heavily disappear into the void
Leave a full credit page yes you will
For the wage of the enter cast Lloyd

That loves to show up at random old places
Tying you down with the noise
Make you change everything including your faces
Taking the right heavy voice

Which never screeches to a halt
In the midst of a sentence fresh
Making you think up a new kind of gestalt
Without gestational mesh

Of fluids that travel back rapidly
Unless the designer cops a brand new plea

Pop Sonnet #749

One hell of a loud interruption at last
Moving down the vine final
Whatever is now will in a moment be past
Looks nicer than anyone's vinyl

A leather case full of the stash
That made you gently lean
Forward and reaching for the mustache
That looked barely visible clean

When you look so younger in fact
Quite a bit younger yes you do
Great meeting you so very in tact
And I will embellish the crew

Of the old boat that went to sea
Probably you because it just wasn't me

Pop Sonnet #730

Reading minds for the sake of it
In shape for things to come
Whatever seems to dislodge kit
For shiny is the thumb

That spiked up when catcher's mitt
Drop four thousand local
Bringing back the spit
Length was differing for focal

And the point we can see through
Left a dent in your prism
Paradigm is for the way to renew
And not mad at you over schisms

Because we should treat other religions respectfully
Not draw them all to anger pointlessly

Pop Sonnet #731

Take heart, there is the research
Done from far away
Success manipulated in Church
But in a good way for they

Know of what you search for
In the private sector
Come and look through my door
The way we called each vector

As a place in the GPS
Fear refracting off of lightning
That saves a better guess
Of cuddled in my quieting

That features on the prowl
To the twelve foot scowl

Pop Sonnet #732

Always appears a bit more easy
When your mind has just been read
I don't mind it when the weather's breezy
But prefer the wind to be dead

Because the heating up is a nicer fate
Unless your object lesson
Came in far too late
And repeated the offense in rapid fire succession

Therefore handle it, with a string of theories bought
Double or nothing bother you
At last you could have fought
At least there are whole new

Thoughts that turn your mind inside out
And double check for the linguist in the route

Pop Sonnet #733

By this time some have asked if it is easy to do
But then you think you've doubled back
And just left more that is with blue
About the scaling stormy sky that always feels the sack

Burning up the Autumn leaves
In the midst of Summer
When do you need to be reaves
That makes you call the plumber

Unless the problem fixes itself helped
I knew it freaking would
A dog across the street made sure it yelped
For your very own good

That mesmerizes back boards in the seamless paragon
And without you even looking back you knew they were gone

Pop Sonnet #734

Abrupt, oh yes, that phalanx switch
At the track directional
For the train that blows though the ditch
Without missing a sectional

And we rely on commerce
To pave the way to more
Richer than what is worse
Attraction to the store

That pulls you in with cinema
No matter what the cost
And somewhere at the end of a
Life line you will be lost

In the place that you'd been before
But never quite what it looked like for sure

Pop Sonnet #735

Remembered right away that you were definitely there
Government makes a lot of rules
But lenience is in the the air
Of salvation at the voting schools

Which reminds me of the time that I fought over a poem
That made me feel complete
Without wandering alone
And I only barely went up the street

About fifty yards or so
Before I doubled back
And once in awhile you will know
That life is in the pack

Of packing thoughts as empty so they can be made full
That is twice as empty as if it fell through a hole

Pop Sonnet #736

Cruising around in Antarctica
No terrain safe to walk
Rocks everywhere, everywhere
Stop at the school for a block

The teacher met me in a room too small to speak
But as I waited for her
I could have waited all the week
Long and longer because I had to blur

That line between why we respect those that rear us
Never mind the cruising for the teacher
Always so near and dear to such
Examples that they made even when sneaking past the bleachers

And if my hovercraft stops floating over rocks
I'll turn over just one more time to check the morning clocks

Pop Sonnet #737

Always a slight symbol left in word games quite a lot
That stumbled through the vintage board
And made a par with starboard and aft in the lot
Didn't beat the alarm today, half way through you scored

A big old toast and that is not made out of bread
Imposing what you gift for logical
The lines are made up from a stead
Fast and wealthy furnishes the flaws in typical

Programs that tend to make for glitches
Captivating young minds in audiences fiction
Missing what your situation is
That could have put you back in use of harder to use diction

And could have shared with that saved writers looking back the next day
Makes you wonder just how long before you cannot pay

Pop Sonnet #738

If you beat the system, then you might as well make improvements
Unless you think it is perfect the way it is, like I do
Whatever makes you wish away those few and far between movements
One tiny touch goes a long long way for you

But in awhile you'll understand why things are full of sleep
That wonder upon days that you were frustrated
And if you pull hard enough on the rip cord, you'll fall into deep
Waters with a parachute, made it worth the intimidated

Feeling comes back when you've had one too many
Days of important benders that misery wasn't invited
Maybe that is how it works in New Guinea
But not anyplace you've ever been to lighted

A lit candle that was in the midst of your path
And forever when you see it, you wish a quest of wrath

Pop Sonnet #739

That blindingly keeps writing with a strong ferocity
But wraps it up in whatever linen was chosen
Sometimes I wonder how things fire off with velocity
And make sure the double bill doesn't make you find the frozen

Foods that taste good heated up, you know there are a few
Unless you like the way it tastes
Addictive through and through
The objects here are never in waste

Wait a few minutes, you'll catch up, you will
Offer the logical equipment to the cause
And beat you to the punch when you beat me to the pill
Might as well start pointing out my flaws

Like typos and misappropriated grammar
If that don't keep you busy, it will at least bring down the hammer