Pop Sonnet #610

Never wonder how bad you are feeling at
Being yourself and taking over the chat
That chimneyed around a ballet sat
Therefore I will not tell a rat

That you were the one that I needed yes
Be back to effect you even less
Without worries for the autofill rest
Not taking a try at the old pay bill mess

Which scared us to think that something was due
Never design that which copes with you
And reminds us there's plenty of time it is true
To fight all the way down and way through

But accept first the common old plea for the high
That burns my throat through and through till I die

Pop Sonnet #611

Take a lightened load for once in your lives
Makes good sense that it has been by the drives
Down there where you breath air for the knives
And saves made up words like grives or shives

That mean nothing at all and need not be invented
Like the ones that lead the rest through the repented
And making the money that should have been rend
Escape from yourself before you get defriended

When will made up words become common
To be back and forth on the all is here
Make time to visit a world's perfect Shaman
And speak for the way that you make for the clear

When nothing can ever be clear again
Steady boy steady, there is a way in

Pop Sonnet #612

Take back the feeling that you don't ever make
Trapped until dawn desert filibuster lake
That poisons the trap of soda in shake
Making for timing that used up the fake

Lost a good sample below the full entrance of this
Gently we retrace the common belief of miss
That sometimes screams boo and sometimes hiss
And feeling like a hyphen or a quote won't catch the poem dis

Satisfactory is the best you can feel
Making sure that nothing appeals
What you have worked for all the old reels
And never believe that any net's real

So question the fact that you are all still here
And take time out for what is ever so near

Pop Sonnet #613

I wonder if today there will be enough daylight
To make it all the way back to the right
That spoke for the whole fire fight
Necessary when dropping a light

Put out the fire with diligence makes
For a furor that never mistakes
Candle ball abate for knocking the plates
And have to buy back when everything levitates

Back to seldom used feelings that pop through your mind
And bring back a skeleton key for the timed
Trials and tribulations will also be fined
Lost a shape of blisters for the typing that's mined

Full of a quest for all the half life here
Still can't escape what you already hear

Pop Sonnet #614

Confession to make, I was already round
Making sure not to make an old sound
And memorize the epic tome that is now the downed
Plane in the sea above that old high ground

That asks you to take a simple way out
And left me feeling grace without
Another man came stealing the doubt
Feeling bad enough already that they may want to pout

When lost over exceptions have run their due course
And simply takes pictures of all the nice horses
That coughed back a time table to scratch for the Norse
That God-like companion lost amidst a Force

Fed you forever until we run out
Of small things that turn very big for the route

Pop Sonnet #615

So now things look different for a matter of fact
Screwing up the glasses for ways to gain tact
Over fishing that pushes our buttons to run for the act
And makes up paint for wind feels like heavily blacked

Out before I could feel anything else when
They say pain only gets worse for the empty old been
That threaded a manner of saving point thin
That takes on the shape of a shapeshifters din

Full of meaning for another life quiet
IS to invite the lost thread
Taking a loss in case of felt diet
Been through the smoke and the lead

That doesn't play for keeps and feels good
Information you gain when you could and should

Pop Sonnet #616

Every word counts that is so very true
Unless there are too many words about you
Because there's nothing more left to be Sue
The one that Runs around forever when the long day is through

And now I see icons leaping around in the mix
There's so much that can be done without the tricks
Of everything that opens and with only one flicks
The flame comes a bursting with new kinds of licks

That shred through the turn table makes a mistake
Buy back what you need because Satyricon aches
For the roast simple a mean burger mouth takes
And the rest of the time I am lost in the shakes

So comfortably approach the gentle chastisement
And make pictures of Panacea's firmament

Pop Sonnet #617

When left out a part about gentle horizons
Fabulous times full of fabulous guises
That fable for function amid the old sizes
Leaving nothing to do until emptiness rizes

Back to the level that it all was once on
Back to the day that we all could dream pawns
Were a hustling and a bustling so come on
And we rested for awhile in the old commons

Once again you climb down the ladder
Without a trampled out fun in the spatter
That trickled so softly against the white wall matter
And became an artwork when intent robbed the scatter

Throughout the day I sit and I listen
For the thoughts of whom I am missing

Pop Sonnet #618

Keep it under forever that's easy to do
And in my course, I'll obey that is true
Taking turns for the work is about to come through
For nothing whatever is what to see due

Dates are over for what we hand in
Lets make sure now we dare you to win
Big and lose all for comfort design skin
And fall out of your skin forever again

Because once you get to where you need to go
There's plenty more where that came from and land sake's it's aglow
With the heavy philosophy that you brought in your bag grow
For a size that anything can really truly show

Up for awhile, then disappear
Back to the paper for all the year

Pop Sonnet #619

How do you do that, the heavens declare
Simply so simply breath in all the air
Then the defense will arrest the rest share
Because life is a lot easier when you're prepared

So Stroszek was painful up to the end
And I don't think White Ribbon made any friends
But movies are worth it like Blake Edward's Ten
Imagine that I must watch them all again

I'd be fine with an eternity of watching all film wills
How ever many fine by me stills
Pray for a Gunsmoke marathon in the hills
And see what is left for community thrills

Just stop complaining, you got what you wanted
And there's a new breakthrough of mystery stunted