Pop Sonnet #3990

What makes the lasting difference aches
With harmony belated tears
There are plots that twist the take
For all I have spent in mirrors

There are escalations grandeur
Alas I made the common
To last all that pandered
To steady for the lawmen

That take their course
For resurrection deemed
The beauty of the force
The never made up teamed

And learned about a problem that I can never fix
There is nothing better than getting into sticks

Pop Sonnet #3991

Of pure golden dreams and lately
There is truth to my only visions
And illustrate the stately
Cumbersome with decisions

That nearly bankrupt the test
Of purified delight in the sound
That gave up on the holy rest
That came to delegate the found

When there are bigger fish to fry
And lightning never strikes
They could spread the sacred cry
Behind the ample likes

That make you want to draw so near
Unless there was a call to the fear

Pop Sonnet #3992

There is a lovely singing voice
That echoes in the heart
The covering of silver moist
The fleece or what can start

To become a studded boulder rip
There are situations lesser known
And in terms of where I came to flip
There are minds that get blown

Just by one comfort suede in last
The dancing of the elder in the tote
That came about when asking fast
In the class there was a note

And one by one the failure fades
Before the whole wage makes tirades

Pop Sonnet #3993

I am having a great time with writing
For the only gift that is left
Among the movies so inviting
There is shifting heft

That asked for any reason dear
There were monkeys flying
Through the air to get to here
And inside I am dying

A little each day for keeps in training
There are other molds that fit
To be all that world is feigning
The company was hit

By the turbo charged irregular type of the stream
I would have to blame it all on last night's dream

Pop Sonnet #3994

There are charges that never land
To hit the button before the cue
The way to take me by the hand
And covered it in true

There are ways of knowing growth discovery
Has left me in the dark
Every morning there was recovery
From the brain waves park

That you were given up to die
Just to let you reiterate the design
There are still questions about a lie
Never before was there a way to refine

The reentry into savage disasters
And I really can't go any faster

Pop Sonnet #3995

Take the turn for wild stock
There was a fallen grace
That kept me staring at the clock
And wondering what pace

Would get me over halfway to
The goal for a single day
But along with pressure you
Run into the fray

That was set up just for practice points
Then never days of pride
Could strip me from my total joints
And ask for what to hide

From the flames that rise around
Without discovering that mighty pound

Pop Sonnet #3996

And I will stutter forward time
There are circumstances clear
They could speak the left over lime
In the frosty beer

That lip will touch the alcohol
And slowly change the brain
Taking a bit to the under fall
That lasted in the drain

Where you forget me in the box
That hidden game of laughter
Gone to fetch the other socks
Before we make it after

A revelation for the dome of public speaking
And around them I went streaking

Pop Sonnet #3997

To encounter devices broke
There are turning points at least
Beyond the growing of the soak
That left me at the feast

Broke up train of lucid form
There are lurid visions to brood
Upon each time I receive the torn
Up handle by the crude

Invention of a mold that nothing but redemption
Will ever shine a light over that can
Admit to several daily attention
And hold onto the pan

That gave you all that they could give
Just to tell you not to live

Pop Sonnet #3998

And recourse with a magnet ship
The paradigm will collapse
And to point out there are trip
Ask again perhaps

There could be something else to gain
Beside the final push hard
To get effort in the insane
And keep you at the guard

There could be a prophet worthy
Of biblical proportions
To be veiling all that Earthy
To gain back the fortunes

And with that I continue on
Through the audit ever long

Pop Sonnet #3999

Without thinking of the cause
There are points to make
And left up milestone in pause
To write back down the lake

Onto a page that makes it real
Or at least the specter lasts
And return into the wheel
That goes around with gas

That fuels the vehicles aplenty
For the level of a bridge
Was built to be another twenty
In the next few days to the ridge

That will be a bit anticlimactic
But it is not like I am a heretic