Pop Sonnet #1420

Now is the time to call it off
All the things I once knew
All that smoke made me cough
And so high I ever flew

Now there is time to heal
The brain from all the hurt
My dreams seem to never appeal
And leave me in the dirt

But there are at least some
That care for my state of mind
I had too much Rum
And for a moment became blind

There is now a day of a gap
And it came with a really long nap

Pop Sonnet #1421

If anyone could be the least
The one that gives me the part
I would turn to the East
And pray for a fresh start

That ultimate feeling of relief
But sorry to my old friends
Because a few days of grief
Has spelled it out to the ends

And now I am like a child
That needs to grow in the head
I have been far too wild
At least that is what was said

So pray I continue to change
And act a little less strange

Pop Sonnet #1422

I am feeling good about life
Although there are gaps all day
In times that it cuts like a knife
Right into my want to play

But it is time to grow up
A chance given over and over
Making sure that I don't erupt
Like finding a four leaf clover

That chance is beyond so many
That were offered to me by grace
And if I wind up in any
Days where I'm happy to face

The length of time to say no
And the mystery train has to go

Pop Sonnet #1423

Stop to think it helps a bit
Right into the soul
And I'm glad there was no fit
But there is still a hole

Left where I cannot complete
The cycle of full enjoyment
A lot of this has a repeat
Of lack of gainful employment

So I am left right here
Upon the feeling sadness
But if I would even cheer
The lighter days of madness

That came solid through
And remained ever really true

Pop Sonnet #1424

Cycling time without stop
Had to condition for a drop
And will anger the lone cop
To direct another flop

When will time come to play
Almost every single day
When I am left now to play
Certainly cannot go away

Some will have all the luck
I have driven off the truck
And there are parts that suck
But I am coming out of the muck

Only one mistake
Is all that it will take

Pop Sonnet #1425

Illustrate the entire effect
That brings a channel closer
Got an impatient defect
That is the whole reason I chose her

What a difference love will make
On fire in the heart
Another gainful way to take
And that will be a start

A chimney full of smoky stains
Like my pair of lungs
And the feeling of the lanes
When someone is still hung

That mutant dare of feeling fine
I can smell your delicious wine

Pop Sonnet #1426

Not feeling up to much anything
Guess after all I'm worn thin
And if you could only sing
Then I would try again

To go back into a selfless mode
Of abstract logic all I can
But the sulphur in the sink explodes
And destiny began

To fry a moment in the car
When driven off the mount
And make sure to be where you are
Because you'll make it count

And settle in the wiser path
To incite the peaceful wrath

Pop Sonnet #1427

Plan ahead as best as I can
Because if the phone stops ringing
There are certainly worse than
A grip of fear that day is bringing

Because if you are kicked out
Of the club you built
You can scare your friends no doubt
And then we all have guilt

From wishing you had dropped
The bottle years ago instead
And to that attitude you have copped
Has given us the dread

But controlling my life is your game
And my brother is not the same

Pop Sonnet #1428

Spoken to the quiet tame
All time is in a knot
Got to walk to where the game
Will find you when you are caught

And canceling the last month or two
From the healing process
Made for days to be quite through
With all the types of progress

To catch a friend that worries drunk
When Schizo-Affective kicks in
And pulls the child back to flunk
And this way you will not win

But stir up the pain that yearns deep down
And start again when feeling like the drown

Pop Sonnet #1429

And just remember when to swim
If there is a flood
And if all the light gets dim
You've certainly got bud

Is that all that you think about
The drugs and alcohol of yesterday
How long can you go without
Until you have to pray

For addiction curse to mellow out
All those brain cells gone
And all the good time without
Finding a different dawn

Because here I remain all perplexed
And waiting for you not to text