Pop Sonnet #1220

And if you believe that all is quite gone
Not real sure what to do next
Because I would choose the one non
For the record that gets to the text

And hey watch for the mercy cry
Don't know how it worked out
Taking the time to up and try
That mercifully figured shout

Would have done every bit as good
As holding out forever too soon
Wondering still about what should
And treasure the account until noon

That followed you back to the place that you were
And knew what you should do for sure

Pop Sonnet #1221

To take the time back at another estate
Calming down the windy day
Trying to time out all of the fate
That crushes back in when you play

And rubs the old plan sideways
Full of the confused
Understand that certainly stays
In the spoken of used

And in an old box is an after thought
Might as well open the stored
And getting back what you have got
Heard the waves gently roared

Which I am fine by it works still
Could find out what makes the sound real

Pop Sonnet #1222

Make do for a certain trip
The way it plays back in
To be certain of the skip
That stopped by your chin

The kissing response of faction complete
That made for a banked on require
Do run back and forth until the cheat
Came certain down to the wire

That set up an instinct until all was fair
Making a trade in the seam
Lost over why it was into the air
And charge back across the beam

That leads down the bath with perfect sounds
And takes the whole ship to higher grounds

Pop Sonnet #1223

Starting to tread back into hell
To make for a certainly distinct smell
That caught where you went for another tell
To head back to the store mainly to sell

That piece of a fact that came back in spades
And thought enough money for the arcades
Would have been more than ever was played
And the force of the object came back into fades

The prior conviction was just let to slide
That old type of alley where things could hide
And trip back to get another type of ride
And then you find out the reason you lied

Takes all kinds of understanding making it seem
That you were just blowing off all kinds of steam

Pop Sonnet #1224

The box will attack you for figuring out
What could have sat for a number
Of feeling so perfectly into the doubt
That would have preceded the bummer

And getting stirred up over a handful of weed
That makes for an underneath reach
Maybe someone should have learned to read
And now the message self destructs to teach

And in all the noise that surfaced around
Could have been back to where
Anything and everything could be found
And what was causing the fare

To be in a pocket to finally heat up
The way back to where we all meet up

Pop Sonnet #1225

The courage it takes to write another song
Before everything winds up wrong
And makes it back even when long
And make sure you save the bong

Don't matter if the words go to town
When so much else was staying around
And working on exactly what is found
May have made it so perfectly bound

That words just write themselves
For reasons that I could delve
And take back to the shelves
To be watched and gained by ourselves

That seemed a bit forced but I will let it go
Down to the back bending type of the bow

Pop Sonnet #1226

Is my first break anywhere in sight
Or do I order one later tonight
Or is the way to gain all the invite
To check into the next kind of height

That sells it all down with one final swoop
And tears the old curtain for pain
And simply just waits until the regroup
Comes in and takes the cane

Back to the owner that switched meter quick
To find out where exactly to go
And counted out the old time in the stick
For a complimentary should know

Which way to fix the old time for complete
What else to do when feeling the street

Pop Sonnet #1227

Calling out to you to walk ever far
Not getting back except later
And to travel right back in a car
Could have maintained a big crater

That all was hidden in for if only to find
Could have found what was discovered
And if the card has never been signed
The place where the body was hovered

Hesitant then after awhile it plays
Gone to the fashion of mixes
And where with all the tiger lays
Back into the type of the fixes

Into the dragon we realize must go
Until the timer till us we are slow

Pop Sonnet #1228

The valleys of peers are here for the week
Going to trip on the double stun
For the pure feeling of lost in seek
That normal place that one

Type of bringing back will concentrate through
Waiting up all night just to smoke too
But after all there is more left to do
So for a week I will wait for you

And the old time that I left in the sink
Couldn't have moved me even for drink
Now I'm left with thoughts just to think
And everything could wait for the blink

That finished a statement with all kinds of news
Just one more to use and to choose

Pop Sonnet #1229

After awhile I am afraid it won't be any good
Unless my two readers say that they should
Just in a place where someone else stood
And wore the dubious underling hood

That poison is hurting me all of the time
Until the day that it works all out
Dropping one more of my type of dime
Standing there looking quite stout

And that ain't a bad thing to be in the end
Could find out whether you are a friend
Can you even tell me where should I send
Until this is over I just have to bend

And after my walk I'll take care of the rest
Until you find out you are more than a guest