Pop Sonnet #3660

Will we achieve what we set out to
Is it only me that shares
Formless mass of particles true
And return to the wares

The coldness of the metal slab
That foundation below the keys
Was to make a perfect lab
Of where we could get pleased

And it was so real I had thought
That I was in a fantasy world
And now I know you have a lot
Of things to rely the curled

Was just taking moments to watch all
And encumbered by the fall

Pop Sonnet #3661

All these doubles likelihood
That I would take a certain rest
From an amount of pillaged wood
That could have been the best

Except it was a makeshift trade
Left in parts for scavenging
For a useless old got played
To be among the ravaging

Of a beautiful body type
I would stop right there
Because you know there is a wipe
Of the brain's turrets in bare

And I hope you don't listen to
Anything I have to do

Pop Sonnet #3662

And now your head swings side to side
Because you thought you heard
The voices that will come inside
And leave behind the words

Of a distinct program such is the way
That telepathy will ask for coin
And you know that you could stay
A bit of the old loin

That stays on fire from the drop
And now you have to shake
The man himself claimed to know a cop
But I would stay awake

Unless the prayer has reached the heavens
I can't wait until the sevens

Pop Sonnet #3663

And now you see my outstretched hand
Reaching for the magnet lid
And if there were several to band
I would have them on a grid

To smoke all day and wonder why
The only thing that is left
Is to safely travel my
Knowing what is bereft

Of any breathing now that it is here
Having to get a final stead
Going back into the fear
That we all wind up dead

But I hope that I contribute
A whole lot more in the final flute

Pop Sonnet #3664

So reaching to here is not a trick
So I just go on down
To the writing ever slick
And be all turned around

And there is a conclusion weep
For anything that dies
And now you turn back to the sleep
Where you can have a guise

That empties magic into boxes
And leaves a share for proper peace
And afterword I notice toxic
Going into the fleece

That I must wait and watch for hours
Don't you know the one that cowers

Pop Sonnet #3665

And at this point I wonder how
Anything could move
In a world that is made up now
In a dream to prove

That somethings seem just like they happen
Some you will never know
And that is the place that the gap ends
Where the split comes out to show

That there are ways down this old spree
Can you fancy that I will be gone
Unless you lean right into me
I have things to pawn

And now I feel like you will leave
When will it be time to grieve

Pop Sonnet #3666

So every once in awhile I reside
In the temple of this pain
And I wonder if now evil's guide
Knew the triple would be in the brain

And no one knows just why this time
I have to avoid going slow
So I don't get stuck all mime
Like in the fantastic blow

And yes there are some devilish plans
That come from even reading
The way you knew to ask for bans
Is anybody bleeding

And now I get to finish this
Single poem that I skipped miss

Pop Sonnet #3667

And now that is over I can move on
And look for ways to fight
Onward and outward for the dawn
Came to be my light

Not sure if I will see the goal
As something I can do
But I have done good as a whole
And require knowing through

The synergy that takes awhile
To be the way we meant it
And everyone go single file
Unless the turbo spent it

And now you see I used the trick
Could we play hard just to stick

Pop Sonnet #3668

Glad that wasn't far from here
But you know you will be there again
And probably writing about the same year
That anyone has sin

Is true because no one is without
The flaws of humanity we spread
And I have just a mild doubt
To know where I am led

And power of myth you know it works
Except in freeform it less applies
To announcements from the jerks
And look upon the rise

And this ship is still afloat
Got to get back on the boat

Pop Sonnet #3669

Every thousand there are ways
To form a new type of game
And then you look back on the days
Where nothing was the same

And then you ask if I am sure
That it can be done
But you take it all to stir
The only single one

And so it trails into a stop
And here we ask for sleep
Next time could you be dropped
Right into the sacred keep

And this will be where I turn in
The valuables will be burning