Pop Sonnet #3000

Already to be among the last
The waves that ripped apart
To get back what is cast
To be humble to start

That occurring red dot
Which covers the blind
To make up for a pot
That bleeds in the mind

When I have turned down the question
Coming to favor the witch
That turned into something destined
All around for the hitch

That flew off to certain beneath the moonlight
And asked us to go for any old light

Pop Sonnet #3001

And take unto ready position for aim
That country dial of silver wires
The way they crosscut the tame
And elevate the next tires

That came from above a day off or two
The way I am recalculating
The new type of skew
That mercy takes into waiting

And getting back used to
The flight of the verses
To fully illustrate true
That we can yell curses

But what good is a word that lands so deaf
On the way to be what is left

Pop Sonnet #3002

Construction of the climb
Or should it be descent
And next time you find a dime
I would smoke with you for Lent

That day when we give up all
The vices that haunt our ship
Going to a relaxing fall
And avoiding the gun clip

That you softened up on
When all is seeming to get stuck
For a mercy of ramp pawn
That you may now chuck

The empty atmosphere is certain
That the nature is now hurting

Pop Sonnet #3003

The long battle ahead
Will never be shortened
For time is all dead
And the next type important

To realize levels of sympathy aches
To be stuck in that tunnel again
Unless there is a problem with breaks
The heart will just need to pretend

That there is a goal for us to share
The wage that will make a true blow
Unless the sympathy returns the dare
I would force you to grow

That will be so perfect to fill up the charm
Next to you holding up your arm

Pop Sonnet #3004

And I have a while of shooting
The next few days will get caught up
Unless there are ways to be scooting
Next to the coffee in the cup

That I will sip down on
And never be afraid
Of the weighty dawn
That brings you to the played

The number I had practiced for
Was never quite enough
To be out the next of lore
To send me back to bluff

Feels weird just to write again
But this way I never have been

Pop Sonnet #3005

Amongst the cloudy white
Of the pillow in the air
That structured flight
To match with a dare

To operate so lonely
That isolated desire
To be the one and only
Type of refurbished choir

And when you ask me for glee
To handle a perfect catch
Then to just go and be me
For a next type of match

And return the order to the commotion
Before you all go off and hit the promotion

Pop Sonnet #3006

So I will leave this marketed flex
To a deliverance next to clouds
To be all the while into sex
But there were so many crowds

That had been selectively made
To research the occurrences
That were all coming in out of the grade
And simply requiring nervousness

That flew through a window
Terrible feeling to gain
To be out on the lend flow
To be all that is the rain

In flow and in nourishing plant life
Then it will be time to drop the knife

Pop Sonnet #3007

Next time I come this way
I will be as ready
As the memory will stay
Along the next too heady

That will even the keel
From posted notes aplenty
To be back over the wheel
And come back for us twenty

That will be the motion clean
From droplets of the tinder
That came about recycled screen
When you have thought a bender

Would clear everything up and make us all laugh
Right now I just want back the raft

Pop Sonnet #3008

Not that frozen waters are at all safe
Except from a distance when there is a photo
That kept you standing in waif
From dire performances auto

To be all like a robot and guide
The next person unto the rock
That will be a way to hide
The feeling of a block

And come out of references
So in the mood
Unless there were differences
In all the brood

But make me feel better just by getting done
That is the way to regain your son

Pop Sonnet #3009

What a feeling just to write
And never know what is next
Unless you feel the repeat white
That comes back into text

That you will find over and over
Unless somehow it makes
For a new paradigm stover
And then just times the shakes

When you fulfilled your original deal
And came to a crossroads of dreams
To be the squeakiest of all the wheels
There is a way to respond in the seam

When wheels trip off the mortal bluff
There never were words more rough