Pop Sonnet #2500

More than a remembered melody fate
That cracked into skills all around
And saw that there was a mitigation late
Of the impenetrable ground

That slid through their hands
Like a fate all untold
Where seconds to bands
Came out through the fold

And checked into cricket type
Maker's of the perfect list
To be the one with the ripe
And always they kissed

So when I get to a few more
I will keep it in the store

Pop Sonnet #2501

It smells of the type of smoke that hangs
In the air when I have had a fresh puff
To be into all the old bangs
Then catch up with the stuff

That protect the vessel comes
To the stakes in the midst
Of a perfect catch of slums
To the rated ones amidst

The same word twice I can dig
And dig is what I do
Because when everything is this big
More and more for you

When I almost hit the button
I am such a punishment glutton

Pop Sonnet #2502

You may want to know why it is a secret
For a completion score in time
That falls through the peak grit
That double joint is all the crime

When entering into the graces
And fills a catch of fate
And takes it to the chases
Of what is candy rate

That takes all into account
And echoes into storms
That preludes nature's fount
And in time warms

Up the blanket you have to cover
I will float along to hover

Pop Sonnet #2503

The emptiness that rings in might
Shares a parted scope of fate
That rings throughout the other fight
And marks the key hole mate

That collaborates with worker's mask
The feeling to get something less
Than what is from the older ask
To search for a new dress

That covers up the stains of tears
Carried into battle solid
And then you go all for the spears
And wake up next to you stolid

The mounties on the brain for more
All is presently at the store

Pop Sonnet #2504

I have made far too much of a mess
In the retrograde approach
That makes for newly picked confess
To a ride back on the coach

That heads from here to the end
Of time and back is where I will go
And if there is a message to send
I will take residence slow

To check and see if you are good
Amounts of death were rating
All of what is there for the hood
Next time you are stuck waiting

And if there are members of chosen roads
Then connect to the other nodes

Pop Sonnet #2505

So you could ask for control
Of all situations whenever found
That had to seek the roll
Of the hallowed ground

That mixed up severance for the quit
The ones that made you lack
For when you take your next hit
And smoke a lot in black

To have the whole beside you
In the game of where to mix
And if no one can guide through
A split word and the last two fix

Any problem with the stanza notice
To take a permanent slow miss

Pop Sonnet #2506

See what I mean about splitting
That curse to make it grow
Too long have I been hitting
Anyone may have to know

The alibi for hunted pleasures
To guide all along the ship
And to go with all my treasures
To be at least a chip

Of perishing the movement sign
That tickle pointed cuss
To take into the planned design
For that receives a bus

Whenever a taxi does come by
I often never wonder why

Pop Sonnet #2507

Always running with the pass
That came my way for good
All that there is in the mass
Of the shelter that went rude

To force a decision upon myself
I can never choose that great
When there is a company shelf
To catch the record plate

That came along in pairs
Whenever I did wonder
And if only sakes of heirs
Depend upon the under

Ground to split it up like that is fine
I will only write on the line

Pop Sonnet #2508

And take the form of compensation
To be run into a ghost hall
There was a separation
Of the sunken ball

That came into a figure form
Around the time that past
Along with getting very warm
I can see you there at last

And in the figure of a farm
Comes tossing side to side
Dizzy like the last alarm
And then returned to slide

So verify the number that
Commiserates with where he is at

Pop Sonnet #2509

There is a trend to finish well
Among the days worth large
Just saved so here is mail
So pick it up to find the charge

That burdens no one in a light
Of cargo that spread underneath
That put up a darn good fight
And damned if there is a sheath

That held the sword eternally
For time to dance with them
The consummation of a plea
That wore off before a dim

Light was flickering far away
At least for now you are meant to stay