Monday, March 23, 2015

Pop Sonnet #3770

During the times which I have rushed
The truth always comes out at last
And if I had only touched
The moments of the past

And in the journey there have been
An entire assortment of classes
That were working for what is in
And disappearing like glasses

When my eyes need a crutch
As does my brain pattern
That hoped for so much
And smoked from a lantern

That returned the favor swift in count
No matter what the amount

Pop Sonnet #3771

It is hard to imagine how this power
Stays upon the dragon's kin
The Youngblood kept a wild hour
Of motivation din

That kept the ride going strong
And ultimately asked for the end
When nothing is quite this long
I have found myself a friend

Of the blessings to impart
Upon the traveler blush
Never taking notes to heart
And accompany the rush

When I had elevated to the music shed
You know one day we'll wind up dead

Pop Sonnet #3772

Not that I think about that now
Unless someone had pulled
The simple reckoning that will allow
A knight that rides to the hold

Where the armies battle for
A takeover of the castle wall
And if they had pushed some more
They would have taken a fall

From the most princely state
Of property rejoicing
In case they always turn up late
Just because of voicing

And now I feel a slight head change
I guess that means I am in range

Pop Sonnet #3773

This should be the turning point soon
Where everything falls into action
And springs up like a light balloon
Finding wind for traction

That floats along the fluffy clouds
And spins to Earth in heft
Where there were others feeling proud
I was into theft

And I returned all that I took
Just to make amends
But if you think it is this book
That I will walk to the bends

Playing backwards on the net
Lest any woman or man should forget

Pop Sonnet #3774

I am ready to be cased
Involving the whole touch
Company has claimed the lace
Furthermore and such

Which I arrived at the daily
Feeling like I am weak
Because I met up with the tailing
Car that had the streak

In other words I found my home
Here beneath the stairs
Had so many to hold a tome
That miles would feel fares

To mitigate the structure builds
What is the power that you wield

Pop Sonnet #3775

In case I am already getting looped
I would demonstrate clearly
That the certain strains have stooped
To be the best so dearly

In the fortune to alarm
The ghost of residence five
Keeps me from the external harm
And makes me feel alive

To shed a shadow full of might
That runs around in circles still
Could have put up a smaller fight
Unless you use your will

Which for certain can pull out
And belong to no one's doubt

Pop Sonnet #3776

After a month or two I will remain
So very novice to the game
And if there was a charge that stained
The company to blame

The increasing of the magnitude
Inside a worthless shell
Of the running drama rude
That sent us all to hell

Where we recuperated for a year
And forced the gates to push wide
The only thing that leads us here
Is the way we make the inside

Count for logic is a game of number signs
I told you all about the kinds

Pop Sonnet #3777

That is great three of a kind
I hoped I would remember
And anyway I must remind
Not to go in December

So far away but ever there
In a restless form
Of the metaphysical chair
Above the average norm

And if I held a lance so close
There would have been a bite
Unless the ones had now arose
And put up all the tight

Springs that were creaking when I was jumped
But I cannot complain because she really had the bumped

Pop Sonnet #3778

Up to a spectacular event
It was like a ride
But I know that when you spent
I came in you inside

The plane of resistance fled
The mirror had a spree
Coming back when someone wed
At least they fell to me

And it was a proper end to chance
When I found the final gold
And all things that kept your glance
On my prophet bold

That if it was a dream I will never know for sure
Just judging by the feeling it all had been so pure

Pop Sonnet #3779

Back to the gate please
Where we left our ride
I guess the geode shares the seas
To everyone that guides

Another mistake in the mix
Intentional or not
And if there was a quick fix
The trucker went and fought

To be bigger than the rest
Is not a bad idea still
But you loved me when I guessed
That everyone was healed

From afflictions that had been around
Ever since they touched the ground

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