Pop Sonnet #2870

Do you believe in the way to live
Beyond what is given away
To be a part of the next to give
And shock you when we pray

But I have nothing against
Those that believe differently
Because there is no offense
In atheism and window free

Of lacking nothing in your step
The tolerance I share
With nothing but the Vep
Coming into bare

With the company of humans strong
I am with those that play along

Pop Sonnet #2871

Because it is one thing to hold a belief
And then to force someone else to
Be a part of what is causing them grief
But there is a heaven for all of you

Because if there is a way
To worship the cosmos mage
The girls that came to play
Did not even charge me a wage

When I have dreams so real
It is hard to differ between
The company must feel
A cause for the scene

That my favorite films come through
To speak volumes and volumes to the crew

Pop Sonnet #2872

And when the blinders come to rest
The next feeling I get is fine
Because I write along the blessed
Surface of the line

When certain phases of the hand
Come sharing where they are bold
And running into the lost land
When magic never seems quite old

And make me hallucinate
That other world so fare
But I feel a sexual gate
Of fantasy to spare

To take me into another place
And protect the covered case

Pop Sonnet #2873

Is there danger in a lie
When it is told to spare
The diving board of a try
That keeps it up in the air

When balancing the juggling act
To spell out the action firm
And Christmas came to enact
The old Tequila worm

That slept inside my intestines deep
Among the raise of falsely accused
By the way the man can't sleep
That suffers the abused

So please get rest my friend
In time they will see you send

Pop Sonnet #2874

A message of permanent life
That shines like a coin of hope
That script you gave me was a knife
Of all the times we walked the rope

And I want you to know my loves
That the world has seen no better
Than a handful of your shoves
Toward the perfect work that wet her

Whistle all along for a trip to stay
And when the bruises catch up a bit
To be the one that may
Work on the fallen ghostly wit

That I have traveled out of my body
When I was feeling quite a bit naughty

Pop Sonnet #2875

But where the soul will land
And what is a real night
Knowing that the skull will stand
For the crimes are brought to light

But my donation was so huge
That no one knew what to do
So I hope you make for a deluge
In the lost days true

Without knowing for sure if you have the gift
That has no strings attached
Because I felt your spirits lift
With a plot that hatched

Did the girl tear open the box
Or did the gem arrive in locks

Pop Sonnet #2876

It may be something I'll never know
But the intent was to give
And when I find that gentle show
I want just to live

And though it probably landed in the archive
I have no proof of the existence
Except the voices that stir the hive
And the movies made for resistance

To the theft that Utopia disapproves
But my own theft was so deep
That if the crystal was stolen by the moves
I would just return to sleep

But I count it as a success
Even if there was a mess

Pop Sonnet #2877

For awhile I will wonder
If the gem is my greatest legend wail
And I know that my fellow under
Brought the night to impale

The address is so sacred now
That all my friends have watched
The wave of an applause and prow
To pay the giant botched

And asked for purpose in the net
To take a dream too far
And went on to see the vet
While sleeping in my car

But I have been along the quench
Just saw the apparition of a wrench

Pop Sonnet #2878

When I find another fact
That things do wind up stolen
There is a watcher that can act
Even when the ego gets swollen

How can I stop the gloat
The accolades of the book
That came back another time to float
Along the severed hook

I hope to God they got my gift
But I still control the skull
Because I felt an opiated lift
Of what I paid in full

You can win the record books
And tell your story of the crooks

Pop Sonnet #2879

I think they may have got it though
My friends back at the school
I still owe a bit to know
That I was such a fool

To think I could trip on the best
And then wind up running around
With demons in my chest
And no one could have drowned

Until she left and I'm glad she did
Because if she was around
The lifetime of what is the bid
For my projects would be downed

Never have made any progress with
That girl chipping away at the myth