Pop Sonnet #3830

Found my honesty running to the brain
And what I could not say I left out
But if there was a cry out for shame
I would be the one without a doubt

Because he will discover that I hid
Behind my accomplishment feats
And though I have to get rid
Of my personal defeats

There are ways to communicate
The feelings of my surfaced art
To be at one with the brain gate
And return to the very heart

Of all that I rescue in the phase of this slip
Will he know all about my bipolar trip

Pop Sonnet #3831

But I think he will know when the time is plain
And I have the courage to tell
There is only truth behind what I named
And nothing left for me to sell

There was a conviction that redeemed
The might inside my confession
To be along so as it seems
To take back the words of this lesson

And I was still true when I gave him the story
The details of the insanity left out
But when I know to give God the glory
For that which is part of the doubt

And if there were struggles even with the next time
I will remember to stay in the line

Pop Sonnet #3832

There is a perfection gathered up soon
And going to be on the whole
Fairly able to speak of the moon
And left back the things that were full

The appearance of the sledgehammer
To return to dust
That ultimately was a crammer
Of studies that must

And to see my old mentor
At the point of contact
A dream festival center
That put us back to back

And we returned home right when it was final
And I am so protective of the various vinyl

Pop Sonnet #3833

There is a sudden burst
That empties the bag
The wave of the thirst
The way to get rags

To wash up the stained fingers
That show all my guilt
To build me in singers
To shore up the hilt

And drag a pariah to the point that revamps
An encouragement to get to the shade
That carefully keeps the oil in lamps
In case we all feel for the grade

And there is a voice that cries out for my touch
I have seen the Lord come through so much

Pop Sonnet #3834

So if deep down you feel like it should
Be more given away for my own good
I have done anything for what I would
Do to the premise of things that have stood

Around with a promise of life fulfillment
And streak to a shelter in vain
The fullest commitment of that which is sent
To raggedly walk to the sane

And I would not mind if anything shared
The comforts of knowing that I
Could have been slightly scared
By the whims of the old part of my

Purposeful morning feeling the flame
Sometimes I center around the name

Pop Sonnet #3835

At least you all know that the sympathy slides
Into a pyramid so combusted
That carefully heals the damaged rides
And still it is in him we trusted

That only if I could be frank and up front
This would take a mile more courage
But at least for now I said what I want
To be known by for all that is purged

That whole feeling of spirit that comes inside
To ask again for a knowledge to hide
And furthermore split down the old ragged fried
That crispy belonging to hunt down the dyed

In search of a meaning right before Easter
And headed around to the formalized key lure

Pop Sonnet #3836

Not exactly what I had in mind
Going for glory that shares
The courage that lacks will be in the free find
Of principles for them made tears

And though it is warmer
I still can get tired
Coming up on the former
And now I feel wired

But in the project nothing is sacred
Except what goes without saying
And I see through the values of make led
To portions that are in the weighing

Of a bag of the fruit I meant to self grow
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Pop Sonnet #3837

Racing the time piece
It was a full day
That kept me feeling cease
From all that goes my way

And I find that hope is shining
Bright like a star
And coping with fining
Until who you are

Is seen in the mirror
Ever so sleek
That forces me clearer
To what a fine week

And I will remember the words spoken there
To take them into my heart ever so bare

Pop Sonnet #3838

Until the automotive applied
Finding a handle on trust
Whenever there was a known type of guide
That must have gotten the bust

Of a new image to photograph fame
And slots in the wake of it down
The mighty are given the fold of the game
That I explained rules to his noun

Of a confusion to never be solved
There was a preparation to meld
To be back exactly where I have involved
That which I know can be held

And in the purpose of life giving stars
There were the presences in the old bars

Pop Sonnet #3839

Now for a license what I wouldn't do
Of course the things are filling quick
That all of the nonsense I could have told you
So the with the truth I shall stick

And leave form oppression
That gated old clock
That goes for impressions
And muddles the crock

With a deafening image
That sound of a color
That roared into scrimmage
They were made for each other

And now the breaking point of a new kind
Kept me from acing the wheel in the grind