Pop Sonnet #3760

While I tie this nicely round
Unthinkable just to think
Off a way to calm the sound
And desire on the brink

Of gilded cause where manifold presses
Alongside the wheel of time
That folds back into object lessons
And wonders at the crime

That will get so intense to call
The nature of the beast
Still designed to focus all
On what is loved the least

That we may find a way to care for those already asleep
There is a space that you will share for all the sorrowed sheep

Pop Sonnet #3761

Without hesitation I took a chance
And for this I am approaching
Nothing can seem to be dance
That does not take some coaching

I will argue for art forms
The several always collide
Into the spectator's norms
And on this cloud we ride

And now that I am feeling hurt
That never tends to wait
For all the ways in which the dirt
Will punish me of late

And actually I do not mind the things that keep me down
Because I know I am feeling just as good with them around

Pop Sonnet #3762

The isolated energy keeps sliding back to grain
And impetus horizon bout to tangle
If you realize you are not in pain
That could be your angle

But I feel like something uninvited has been here
Maybe that is why the stinging is real
And if there are ways that I could fear
The mortal dilemma is at the wheel

Choosing to belong to life
But now I am all but plagued for
And there will undergo the wife
Of what is not the feeling of a door

That opens to a room unknown
Now I feel quite left alone

Pop Sonnet #3763

If there is a type of dread
That makes up all this calm
It may go back to your head
And heavy like a Psalm

Where I do not know how I could share
The questions that I have now
Never answered so beware
The mysteries are here to bow

Before the exclamation of a kingdom made of gold
Had sympathy for awhile like a vibe
Of all things good that will grow old
And to get out of the old bribe

When I am taken advantage of in awhile
Don't think I will be able to muster up a smile

Pop Sonnet #3764

And now I live with knowledge that
I burned my last few bridges clear
But time has sought to bring a gat
And chase down what you fear

But there are problems with this puzzle
Taken for the schemes
Objects look so distant muzzled
Up to cover dreams

Unless the time I spent was real
And then I can't complain
Because even if they steal
They cannot change the lane

To a shocking wave of energy that came to me
And if there were others then the best would always be

Pop Sonnet #3765

Into a promised hole of spiraling
Words that are confusing
Full of emotion filing
The moments that are using

Energy to continue on energy to frame
The beloved spell book will now last
And others will find shame
For never entering the cast

Of characters we used them
But I feel like I have been tricked
By the shadiest of grim
Scenarios imagined just to be the picked

But I feel like it won't harm me
Come on up and try to charm me

Pop Sonnet #3766

If there was a weighted bottle
That set into a course
And offered anything the spot lull
Into a split word horse

That offered all absurdities
And rescue with abandon
The lighter side of Earth's peculiarities
And made just to imagine

A thrust of gears return it to
The collapse in the engine
That made me feel a bit like I flew
Before I wanted in

And now I sit back with the worry
That I have been placed in the hurry

Pop Sonnet #3767

Everyday I get a pair of numbers in the line
But how I treat them different
Is an objection you could find
Because the spirit is independent

When I create a lesser foul
And ask for you to keep up
Then there may be a new dry towel
Waiting just to erupt

And in that vision I can blame
A setting pragmatic list
Of the assurance that is the same
Whether or not I missed

Some kind of confusion that was stirred
I think I really could have heard

Pop Sonnet #3768

Next time I try to get through
Ten of these in a day
I thank the Lord for what is new
And to him I still pray

But could the existence of a God
Be seen unless experience
Takes you up to higher nods
And deals with weakness interiors

That tread on waters you surmise
If stormy in the quick
Would offer a brand new size
To make him think he is sick

Is the only way to stop the menaces
Buy me another round that finishes

Pop Sonnet #3769

And in this deep creation realm
I ask for the intent
Never to divulge the helm
Of what can be a hint

That somehow I am getting burned
By the fires I created
To feel the others have not learned
The truth they have abated

But I speak no judgment or vindictive
Curses on the folks
That see things from a different perspective
For the tired sulks

That come to the final point just to hold
If you never spared what you sold