Pop Sonnet #3460

Listen to the second wind
Of an eternal bliss for setting
Upon the open way to blend
And keep on just letting

Anyone take blood from a bag
Where sympathies fail
And returning to the lag
When you ahve to set the sail

And poison in the offer mild
The dissipating drink of lead
Where I can only see a child
And wander back to bed

When I have seen you always there
I may just have to stop and stare

Pop Sonnet #3461

Maybe in a minute drink
The elixir for the ride
That in turn buttons up the link
Where staying is a glide

Down to the cavern below
These hills so stretched along
And maybe you will see a show
Where words can be the song

And no music except what is here
And written for the jump
When I take risks I really clear
The entire saving bump

And I will ask you for a wish
Tell me there is nothing in the dish

Pop Sonnet #3462

And about that guy who takes
A total jarring class of folks
That is the episode she makes
And trying just to coax

A sympathy out of them
No matter what the pain
Equals out among the slim
And would you hurt insane

Once you've been there
Know one will ever go back
Be into the fortune hair
And pick up the slack

Where objects breath with dense layers
There are still those that are prayers

Pop Sonnet #3463

No way to know how to take that
Unless I was nailed to a cross
And championed the next bat
While there had been a lot

Of mixtures that failed in my take
Where saliva remains in the sample
And heady that longing back to the make
Of anyone giving an example

That would have worked had you only known
The company deserts the guide
Where you have searched before the groan
And asked her where to hide

If anyone agrees with nothing less
I will take the bus I guess

Pop Sonnet #3464

But there is only worries that come about
When the guard seems to slip
And directs a wave that seeps a shout
Beneath the cottage grip

Where I will take a moment for
An allotment of time dwindling
Because there is someone at war
And fingers are all spindling

If that is even possible
Not sure what any of it means
Just getting hospitable
For the wage is my greens

And I will settle back for waste
Comes in through a delicate haste

Pop Sonnet #3465

Clogged to the core at level with glance
Disappears gently before the clearing
And takes an emotion full of the chance
And the metal was quite searing

That is why you keep it free
Upon a box of magical tricks
That will begin to only be
The fingers in the six

Assortments of items in stock
Where I will bleed for a shop
And behind the only lock
Is a place to stop

Clean but ragged and run down
Get me into a record bound

Pop Sonnet #3466

So the sweetness lingers
And isolates the only drum
Where made types find their singers
And beat along with some

The only way to rid the ship
Is to rack a mental ripened
Where I have taken the slip
And received the next stipend

And presently I am asking
For a moment back to here
Would ever feel like tasking
The spaceship with the gear

That we will use to shoot the shot
Fancy that what time forgot

Pop Sonnet #3467

Rising to the closer day
And riding along clearly
Was chosen to be the way
That we all will pay dearly

For a potion that we bluff
But I must admit I am sold
Back into the scarlet rough
And belonging to the scrolled

And purpose designs in a minute
For the plans will stretch for miles
I can smell it all when it
And sell me on their styles

Because I have seen so very much
There is a breath that takes a touch

Pop Sonnet #3468

But like right now it all seems stuck
Between the right and wrong
Just a shadow of a simple luck
That sold me in the strong

And when I had all but given in
I made a new attempt
And getting through the final bin
Of all the tax exempt

Where someone asked what measures
Better than a cup when burning
And asks you for the only pleasures
For which we all are yearning

And boast toward a giant train
Take me on to feel the grain

Pop Sonnet #3469

So there is a position lied
Where I have heard a lot more
About the ways that positions tried
To pace upon the floor

And getting turned around to vent
The philosophy was erased
But the film did not make spent
The footage was all cased

In a vessel where the final rites
Have been completely assured
For the final wearing tights
Distracting all the words

From forming in the mental note
This book is what I really wrote