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