Pop Sonnet #2860

That bitter taste of oil
Runs through my mouth
And all your labor's toil
Headed for the south

When you determined princes
For the level matched
To be among the fences
To forever go into latched

Treasure box you fill me
With defeated projects dead
And when I ask to see
I simply have to dread

That certainly the writing will be including
For whatever side you are rooting

Pop Sonnet #2861

Fantastic that I reached
To the enormity of ages
And matched the most that peached
Except the experts that are sages

To be around for further plans
Is a thought I'd hold on to
Because when there are never hands
Above the sky so white and blue

The weather has been warmer
In this state of mine
And I will go former
To the second vine

And take with me the water
Of the spring where I met your daughter

Pop Sonnet #2862

To make a project worthy
The lingering will last
And be so damn earthy
To fill you up so fast

And when I catch a fire
That flies into my path
I will hurl it into the choir
The one singing all the math

That I have composed a recipe
For future speed and ilk
To be among the worthy
And to episode the silk

That she was laced down with
Before I looked at the dreamy myth

Pop Sonnet #2863

There are certain times I guess
That rewards came quite early
And if they all undress
I would not be curly

For the cube that preaches back
In the vortex projector
And get to the next sack
For a might wind connector

And when I found the lovers bold
There were ten or eleven
That all came at once it is told
When I was there in heaven

But I am about to give up on
The features of a perfect dawn

Pop Sonnet #2864

When she asked me to have a dream
It didn't always turn out great
People died that are still alive it may seem
That all was fantasy to mate

With the best of all the world's gifts
That heaped upon the treasury
Like the perfect lifts
That made me want to bury

The next type of gifted gold
That came in through the back
And found the man with his day old
To be longer than the crack

That divides the line for purpose all
The defending of a tiny stall

Pop Sonnet #2865

So my godfather is training
In arts and in street smarts and philosophy
To make a joyful gift to raining
The man is more powerful than anyone for me

And he is a Hollywood legend
He spent time with his audios
That audiophile that he may rend
Anytime the movies go to laud day knows

A three word split in describing this gangster
All that is left to say is he is a philosopher king
In my world to guide my blur
Before I feel another sting

Thank the stars for Dr. Ross
I would without him be at a loss

Pop Sonnet #2866

So we test the spirits
Noble in their stead
To be among the fearless
To wake up not quite dead

When the poison went down my throat
It should have been the end
But some power spared my debt
And brought me back to lend

My talents to the form
Of artwork mainly here
And now I am in love with life warm
To be alive all these years

I may say that it is a miracle
But it may not have been that soul

Pop Sonnet #2867

I'd like to thank my lodgers
For the shelter and the food
They are funny dodgers
For the greatest mood

When I have a tendency to make
A delusion seem fitting in life
To then just open up and wake
Next time you feel the knife

Coming down on you from the slab
That reconciles visions
And better than reality for a scab
To be the fantasy world divisions

And dreams are sometimes better than
Being a realistic man

Pop Sonnet #2868

I have a lot to keep track of now
The memory is a word game
That structure is a necessity plow
Through the visuals the same

As other road scholars and mad genius
Fills my air with compliments
From my closest professor he just
Stays for all time spent

And the great Jon Wagner doctor friend
Not that I should name to many names
Is the way to make amends
With the past I left in flames

But now the rising star is back
And there will be a long lost lack

Pop Sonnet #2869

If the numbers got jumbled up
Somewhere along the way
It would be good like all the sup
That mentally stays pay

When you turn down that hurling cash
That others seem to make
Just for a bit of freedom's stash
That plagues me when awake

Looking forward to a better place
Than my dreams have often delved
Except the ones that brought her face
To the consummated dimension shelved

On the back of a notebook notes
Came to take prisoner votes