Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Pop Sonnet #2740

Less time to realize
What is happening now
Unless there is a size
Bigger than a plow

That settles into images lost
Before we feel betrayed
And wonder has a cost
As the likes of dismayed

Which never seem to turn out
Unless there are strings
That turn to a super bout
With all that brings

A tiger lilly stamp right across your chest
And everyday I struggle to do my best

Pop Sonnet #2741

There are capable people to fix
The sterile drive of faraway
That logic starts to mix
Into what is the best play

Why my dream had pain
There is not many reasons
I doubt interfering bane
Will deliver hurt this season

And everything is going fast
Unless there are fans waiting
So get back the old cast
And they were all sedating

The usual plan for figuring down
Next time you will have to drown

Pop Sonnet #2742

There are so many ways
To keep this project going
When doom is here to stay
There are problems with flowing

But the words go on for sure
Unless someday I stop
Which is doubtful in a blur
That could be the top

Save for later this is okay
Unless you would rather lie
That there is a new play
When they have sliced your eye

Like in the old silent movie still
There is not much more to look real

Pop Sonnet #2743

Music is at the best
When markets seem to rise
Unless the real west
Is all that has a prize

For reenacting the old days
That came about a promise made
And next time she stays
Just go back to the parade

When the blues come on
And isolate dementia please
There is a malleable fawn
That came up to my knees

And now I look at the picture steady
For the collaboration is ready

Pop Sonnet #2744

My burn still hurts from an hour ago
That throbbing when I should have looked
Into the inferno pipe that is slow
To bring back what is booked

For the shows that you engaged
And turned the motion into drugs
When the size was getting paged
Between the morning mugs

That are filled with coffee fine
The dollar that I would have spent
And now the turbulent sign
Of coming waves in the bent

And never mind that everyone makes
The feeling in the night of aches

Pop Sonnet #2745

It is a well known fact
That there are no facts at all
Unless you want to act
Like the universe is small

Because I disagree with
Everything you say
You spread eternal myth
Before reading more this way

And take me back to the cross
Where demons fade into dust
And the omnipresent boss
Will go for the old trust

That was ever more eternally
Going for the highest tree

Pop Sonnet #2746

Never lacking in style
But words that do escape
My brain is typing all the while
That I do not find a tape

That I searched for around
The next place you fought
And if there any sound
No one has forgot

To plug in the main line
That reaches to the machine
That will last just fine
Until the over scene

That played for hours in a row
And there is so much more to know

Pop Sonnet #2747

When I wake up to sales
It makes me wonder what
I would do for the rails
Beneath the evil smut

That is tearing me apart
I cannot take the guilt
Where they don't know where to start
To begin to get rebuilt

Because everything is about to blow
Unless there is a change of gear
That asks you only so
You can make the rear

Unless there is a fallen god
That will possess the holy flawed

Pop Sonnet #2748

That makes me really think
If they started with nothing
Drive it all to the brink
And leave me this one thing

I already have enough to watch
It is now to collect at last
The only way to the notch
At the top of the mast

That is taking us to an archive
Trusted and worked there
Where objects come alive
If only others would care

There is magic in restoration
It takes a turn from reincarnation

Pop Sonnet #2749

Another ballad is what I like
To come across the waves
And started to throw a spike
That turned me into braves

That came running around the camp
Dispensed into dwarves and elves
The ones that head up the ramp
But it is a few different shelves

So count the times I veer off track
Got to know he is here
Unless you thought he would come back
Wipe that very last tear

To be a wild writer feign
That there is another reign

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