Pop Sonnet #3510

Where the reach never burdens

Beyond the ultimate act

The way to stop hurting

Is to push into the tact

That you will use for certain

The eruption in the dream

Where you are choosing the curtain

And visions in the seam

Where you have pushed a daisy

And pressed against a solid lamp

Everyone says I am crazy

But I woke up in the camp

Where things went down I can't explain

Retire right away your brain

Pop Sonnet #3511

Unless you want the accolades

You will never reach the dawn

And all of the things of grades

You will go back to pawn

And research the wild oats

When snow returns the plunder

To fear for nothing except notes

And then get all pulled under

Before you research catalysts

That run into a frame

That pushed beneath the lists

Where things feel the same

And ask you for license before you type it out

And I would run across a fear of all that route

Pop Sonnet #3512

Where I am now I would take the plead

Back to the driven in forts

And live proper beneath the bounty feed

And take them back to the courts

That had tread in for hours

Beneath the roof shack

And ramparts were stalwarts

When nothing came back

And I was so gentle again in the day

All of them asked me to come

When I was just pardoned to play

That was the own oxygen hum

And now I will wear quite the mask

All you would have to do is just ask

Pop Sonnet #3513

So here is the difference in time

In the morning I will be back at this

Because I would think it a crime

To skip any day for a miss

And I push on through all the inclement

Type of break in exhaustion we type

Once I wrote over the night rent

And from the lab I did swipe

Many memories of the latest of nights

Where things just drove on straight through

It was a college that happened so right

And decades later I grew

Into what is now a monolithic establishment

You can see now why I went

Pop Sonnet #3514

If I were to skip over the middle

And get you to play the old harp

Unless there wasn't a fiddle

You could breed for the sharp

And miss a perfect alignment

Beneath the scale of your doom

Where I could all find the wine bent

And for any pattern there is room

A bit more deserted than that

As all was ready to fall

Finding the bit where you are at

And learning why to go tall

Because anything less is doubted

You could have always been routed

Pop Sonnet #3515

All of the number keys used

Just like as I look at this beast

I will see nothing confused

And I can get there at least

For a corner it went all stammered

For a watch in the simpler fate

When I have forbid all the hammered

Come back here really as late

But the hour draws nearer to goals

And I will not take a minute

To sharpen up all the holes

And build back everything in it

There was a whale known for prowess

You would not have anything less

Pop Sonnet #3516

I forgot all the movies at a friends

But I had many copies of each

Where no one seems to reach ends

And rest up when you find the speech

And codes are all of the same

Type of rhythm that dances on whims

To be part of all the game

And going where everything dims

Unless I beat you to the punch 

And wrote for every day this marathon

I remember today that I had a lunch

And I will not even ask you to turn on

The remote as far as I know

Is all you will need to finish the show

Pop Sonnet #3517

It is a damn good thing I caught up

Even if I left all the treasures

Back in the baggage of cups

That is where I have pleasures

In any old case there is someone

That takes a spring banter of fades

Where I found all of the runs

That wind up here in the shades

And if you can dance on the table

I would not stop you from finding

Another one of us able

To be back upstairs in the blinding

Where cursive will match my new style

And retire the old proper dial

Pop Sonnet #3518

As I chip away at the wall

Where I dig but it presses on through

You can climb or descend just don't fall

Because there is no repair crew

Otherwise I would be like a polish

Of perfect verses and choice

Would be metaphorical collages

And have the strongest of voice

Oh though I recognize greatness

Alas stream of consciousness rises

To an occasion seeming now lateness

Is a bit more than no compromises

But I think within a guide book

Someone will have a good look

Pop Sonnet #3519

That was an unexpected turn

To analyse scripture at length

When you know the pages would burn

No matter thickness and strength

The device it uses so much fuel

You have to burn the bulb out

When transitions go to duel

And precognition doubts

A reckoning with wages cut

Slash and burn the drivers forage

In case you have been told just what

Could offer up the courage

And I will see your destiny climb

That appeals to travel through time