Pop Sonnet #1210

What was there seemed to last
But now it is gone away
It happened all so fast
Should I have stayed not to say

That the demons on my back
Are the same as in my head
Full on scary in attack
And ever slightly their wings spread

So figure out what caused
The book to fall off of the charts
And I won't tell you of the pause
Beneath the keeper of the arts

So to get it right is more passing
And the hits are still there massing

Pop Sonnet #1211

But what used to be was bigger
Offered a bigger thought
And it was a few days on the trigger
That it all returned to nought

The frustration only leads me down
That road of no return
Where the therapy has frowned
Upon my thoughts to burn

But whatever I do conjure
In the midst of extra days
That I've been given in this blur
And between the med that hazed

So without it I know I would curl up and die
But for awhile I've been waiting for you to lie

Pop Sonnet #1212

When it all came crumbling down
The life force in the mix
What is sustainable in town
The feeling that it kicks

Against the side of an art
That was fighting up hill
And for all the curtain starts
To wander back to the pill

But you still rank for now
Or will that be lost as well
Better never take a bow
Or it too may fail

And disappear into the very void in which it came
Wonder why the breakdown was calling out my name

Pop Sonnet #1213

Still I sip a beverage
As the morning busted in
And gave me no more leverage
Than I had to ever begin

Because the thought of working for
The kind of objects swallowed
Could have sold about the core
And now the failure wallowed

But at least a few of the retainers in the mix
Promised my deliverance until a day goes by
And wondering about whether there is a quicker fix
I only pause to think of my own self that is deny

To be a better person is easy even on drugs
And what would you call these steps I've taken to drink out of mugs

Pop Sonnet #1214

But judgment comes to fall upon
The failures that I have become
And now I could be dead and gone
And no one would have bummed

A cigarette or two at last I have defeated
The need for nicotine was flush
And several times repeated
But now I fear my lungs are mush

From other additives complete
Might as well confess to you
My mistakes will repeat
And run their course when offering too

An advice so locked away
What is the freaking point even if I pray

Pop Sonnet #1215

Got to have it all to lose it all
The war of the mind is on
But when they go AWOL
There may not be a dawn

Left in the figure of peace
On the Earth for people and friends
That almost got their cease
Of life that still could have an end

And promise me you'll fight
When the time does come
But stored up for the night
It all seemed so dumb

But sometimes sacrifices are important for the times
And in the wind you can often here those simple chimes

Pop Sonnet #1216

Precipice decides to flee
What makes you all go back
To the day of glee
And fun in a cloth sack

The proof that you have been down
A road or two in life
Stored up in the big sound
And guarded with a wife

That used to be around
Until the crazy all set in
Now you've only got to pound
A day or two begins

Without the same feeling of success
But maybe there is more to less

Pop Sonnet #1217

Welcome back to life my friends
I thought you'd never ask
What was like to avoid the ends
And still maintain the task

Because I have a feeling
Even in the minor setback
That the imitation reeling
Will fill up the rack

Of wandering for writings old
Even in a few of the years
Will make these writings still more bold
And less on published fears

That wonder what could have been if offers were approved
Wondering where time will go if no one is moved

Pop Sonnet #1218

A table of contents in the dream
Left me wondering what will be
To the man that writes the seams
Of the continued poetry

That never finds final resting points
To continue on for ever
Even when there have been joints
That pseudo feeling of clever

But when the words mean nothing more
There still is music made
It only seems to comfort for
The entire hopeful grade

But even in awhile the feeling that is new
Will still fill up the whole machine with things that always grew

Pop Sonnet #1219

Off to a good start so far
Will I keep momentum
And the way to walk the star
Pop into the need to rent them

The word pop is used
But for a purpose bold
That often gets very confused
No matter how very old

The game it is a bit different
Than what is oft remembered
And funny to be gone and spent
Before the web dismembered

But it was there for all to see if even for a day
And that is enough to wake me up and get me out to play