Pop Sonnet #3110

Beneath the urge of separate rooms
That illustrate our stand
To be among the looms
That came to be so planned

And want to make a dire hitch
That mercy street envelops
To be a part of the glitch
The way to come back stops

And if you feel a present pull
Upon your unwound tape
Take prisoners take the skull
And try to still escape

The permanent wall that separates
The way to chase away the hates

Pop Sonnet #3111

Will you accept your fate
Or will there be other phases
To get to be the old ingrate
That wanders through the mazes

That were built just for a star
And empty out the several reins
The way you travel far
And ask for no more pains

Somewhere at the top we live
Among the gilded spot
To quickly as ever forgive
For bringing on the rot

That illustrates a package free
Sell your last ticket to me

Pop Sonnet #3112

Hallucinations they come and go
Morning noon and night
Ask me after the old glow
Turns off to be right

And never amount to failure scope
To be a principled mine
That fails to live among the trope
The offer is divine

What I have given up for real
Is the reason I am poor
That makes me always feel
And oceans tend to roar

If I could do it all again
It would be the same as it begins

Pop Sonnet #3113

Whenever you call out to me
I sense there is a time
That belongs to several see
To take out the last rhyme

The way it never quite connects
To idealism in the touch
To belong to several different sects
And come to inherit much

To fight for something still so gone
That comes back to ideas
And asks for things so fond
Of the quickened hide is

To take the last of empty flesh
And force together the mesh

Pop Sonnet #3114

At least at half time I arrive
To be involved with the friend
To ask if you can now drive
They are asking just to blend

That rope of decisions
To bleed on the sport
The last time derisions
Came asking for the fort

And save and play the back
That you can reach around
To offer a penance hack
And be the light sound

That masquerades in shapes and colors
There is at least a road to fullers

Pop Sonnet #3115

Normally I would stop and wait
For things to change so drastic
I hope she calls and changes fate
The images are plastic

And take away the final route
That exists in the hour
To fall back into several spouts
And take the idle shower

But can a program lift a head
To rinse the shot for pillars
That take back a lightened thread
To be among the fillers

That guitar music so good indeed
Choking back the mighty greed

Pop Sonnet #3116

And if there is a way to jump
Back into the sky world freak
That came about into a lump
The way to last for several weeks

The carriage plain it picks me up
To hold onto the momentary bliss
And if there is caffeine in the cup
You might have to miss

For awhile the lightning shows
A faded spot of cold
That feathers out in many rows
The title will be bold

And separate the fancy gain
To settle off in this quiet rain

Pop Sonnet #3117

And if the mercy seat is hot
To deliver even to the worst
And make your habit be the pot
That came to make us thirst

For magic gains a little passed
The goal that had grown hard
To be the absolute sane chaste
And add them to the guard

To just be automated flight
That takes me through the years
Of courage men that write
The company will add the gears

Seen this all somewhere before
Coincidence and deja vu galore

Pop Sonnet #3118

Awhile ago I missed my calling
To make for spacious rites
That after all the pit is falling
Into the making of fights

That never last due to the ways
She showed me a loving hand
The second time you had the plays
I don't quite understand

What this syntax adds up to
For being just a heavy head
To make us hold on through
And then later return to led

And I think I have found a crutch
That I hope will work out so much

Pop Sonnet #3119

After the poison settles down
And my throat starts to heal
I have left it in the sound
Of the mighty deal

That shared with you the reactive mind
The one that could be your undoing
No day will come that you will find
Presently been stewing

About the failure of my frequent arch
That I will buy a few
To drive the whole apart in March
The way to be with you

And ask me for a reason why
I was never meant to fly