Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Pop Sonnet #2010

Just to contact the only one
That cared for me always
And to come a minor son
The difference in the days

And mellow back the prism shines
Fearful in the mount
And if there are total lines
Then what is the hit count

That you can really go by
To tell you accurate information
And with a heavy sigh
You go back into probation

That servant of the warrior class
And all of the controlled glass

Pop Sonnet #2011

Actually here lies the challenge test
For whatever moments bring
At least going back to the nest
Will allow the soul to sing

About a perimeter set before
The longing for the poison drop
And if you settle up and pour
Along with a minor playing stop

That came along and sheltered you
For how ever many days
And gave a triumphant feeling too
When hands were in the way

And ask to drop a plural when
The cycle of the planet been

Pop Sonnet #2012

This will go on for quite awhile
Got to always challenge the take
For the length of several miles
And the certain type of mistake

That phony lies and ringing truth
Separate in a large chasm and a storm
And if you become a sleuth
Don't remember to stay warm

Somehow the feelings subside at last
And protect the wear and tear
If I can give up anything fast
It would be the only scare

Of abnormal situations at last
Got to see if you go fast

Pop Sonnet #2013

Still relativity tribute much
That bounces in and out
Along for where the only touch
Comes into the sold doubt

That seems to be a repeated phrase
For what it is worth to be common
And when they bring out the haze
Ask for another shaman

When ruthless interjecting fear
Comes shooting cross the screen
You will fill it into the year
That made you another scene

One that played well with the cast
And the play will always last

Pop Sonnet #2014

I hear the song of timing tricks
That gentle wisp of light
The way to come upon the sticks
And left her up to sight

When there is such a pull on tight
That brings a bit of fans
Into the ultimate of night
That pass along the vans

When taking off at full speed
There are often objections heard
And when that is the only need
The line becomes so blurred

To feature on the casting play
And made up everything to say

Pop Sonnet #2015

Been in contact with the boss
The man that I must hear
When the suffering and loss
Bring us closer every year

And he will set forth the take
Of the number running game
And clean me up for all the sake
Of where there can be the same

Type of animal to cage
A lot like an old environment
And if you add to the age
Then what is already spent

Along with cars and camel flash
I've been choking on the ash

Pop Sonnet #2016

Now I fired up a small race
To see if I can beat the clock
Along with your perfect face
And if you only mock

The way back is narrow still
To lose behind the freedom of the yard
That can be put into a pill
And lose when it gets hard

And if a line goes longer than
The other in the stanza suit
I will rely on the only fan
That seems to eat the fruit

Along with guardians to blame
And afterwards we keep it all the same

Pop Sonnet #2017

After all with ten minutes left
Or maybe even a few more
There is time for your theft
Of the biggest of the score

That you could possibly arrange
When trying over thoughts
That came out to meet the only strange
And rearranged the shots

That storyboard led to believe
The company was lost
And if the way we all can grieve
Whatever it may cost

And if there is a way to find a cure for my madness
Then let that situation win to be in all the sadness

Pop Sonnet #2018

That is a bit too personal
The abstract wins it out
Because of the feeling of it all
And forcing with a bout

To take for granted anything
Except so much time has elapsed
Would be an error you could bring
When the guilt tries the collapsed

Metaphysical lantern slide
That I once stole to own
Never will I lose my pride
And giving back the bone

That made me realize I was in trouble
Nearly reducing my life to rubble

Pop Sonnet #2019

But since I took the honest route
The bad times will all fade
Unless there is a type of flute
That followers had made

To get around and go along
With feelings of a piper play
That keeps the daily song
And fixes all to go the way

Of the dragon that entices
When the diagram is a hope
That keeps all the old vices
Stacked up next to the rope

That binds the thinkers into one hand
And counts the total grains of sand

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