Pop Sonnet #3520

And now it is so hard to track
With numbers popping so random
Fight your way into the back
We will work in tandem

And shed for you a mighty broad
Stroke among the masses
And take the feeling of a nod
To startle in the classes

Where you have been the final toss
And sympathy unwinding
To steady hands for another cross
And left you very blinding

If offers seem to tear the hold
There can be a mighty fold

Pop Sonnet #3521

If I had only ten times as much
As I am showing already high
But the wave could be a playful touch
And accompany the sigh

Where I have let in presence tame
You could have sparked for days
And then to take home what the name
Had caught for you in plays

And darkening the doorstep of a house
That is full of known complacence
And vector shortened like a mouse
That came to run a maze sense

The way out in the split
I could teach you just to hit

Pop Sonnet #3522

And now that I have comfort but
A tiny taste of defeat
When I had control in the cut
For properly the treat

Was doubled back upon the wish
And I would play you darker
To follow among all the dish
For making lines with a marker

That leaves a print on saved discs
And you will have the fix
If ever there was some risks
Thrown into the total mix

And ask for you what will it take
To be the one that had to shake

Pop Sonnet #3523

And after all when you cut a track
The ducking becomes a muse
That settles into the void in back
And sits down to confuse

The audience is right at the point
To read when I am finished with
The book is going into joint
And sharing the old myth

Where I can take an only mark
And shed into the waste
Going into the hidden park
And remembering to taste

Even if I don't get to the end with all the words for real
Just remember all of the things I will be able to do still

Pop Sonnet #3524

When I can pull the curtain down
And separate the charts
There are circulars in town
And follow with their hearts

And tame me back with pillow lunch
To turn on the old ruse
Unless there was an awful crunch
And tripped up to amuse

To gain a quart of isolation
In the golden notebook
Where there is dread to be a nation
Unless they shared the look

That came to me in record time
But that will complete the dime

Pop Sonnet #3525

Not everything is about the way
I write but quite a bit
Is all guided into the say
That comes on top of it

Where I am justified to leave
But will be here for years
And even when remembering to grieve
Choking back the tears

There is strength for suffering
And I could use it now
If the internet was buffering
The video happened anyhow

And believe when I have turned
There are cards that are just burned

Pop Sonnet #3526

Caught you looking in the grave
Where I have made a hole
Into the ground that you can save
How will they place the toll

On a camera that guards the road
From anyone to cross
And remember now the head will explode
When scanners come to toss

The only type of object winds
That dissipates the guardian
And we will always just be friends
There is an ingredient just in gin

That knows how to awaken
When now always feeling like you were already forsaken

Pop Sonnet #3527

There is still a run of counting
Before the final smoke
And they would have only been amounting
To the sacred toke

That you lent to me when I
Needed just the inhalation
Before there was time to cry
There was a state of placation

That vented back into the stall
And rose the mark so blinding
Come to take us to the call
And better off rewinding

When I have averaged the words written higher
Then I could have set a fire

Pop Sonnet #3528

But that never happens here
Because I do take notice
Of the flaming pipe like spear
That kept you coming wrote this

And saw the way into the writing
That was always growing
And everyone I am inviting
Knows what they are knowing

And I would use any method sheer
To find the key to saving
The firmament was set right here
And the road is what I am paving

For a journey that seems endless
You will never wind up friendless

Pop Sonnet #3529

But after awhile it does get lonely
And I will put on airs
Like I am a type of slowly
Working on my cares

When I have made the entitled actions
Now I can ask for forgiveness
But whether they forgave the factions
I will always live this

To split the word but still seem forced
It is a curse of mine
To make it about something coursed
All throughout the grand design

And now that I can have it back
Just remember I will have to track