Pop Sonnet #4090

This will be a journey told
The impact in the limit
Where I take your cold
And bury the digit

Of a code so morning light
That would now respond wise
And for the third or fourth right
The chosen are the size

Of a permanent retraction
For whatever pain I caused
Going into ultimate action
And then I somewhat paused

Before going on and into the page
There is someone with a mage

Pop Sonnet #4091

To say you give up is a lie
Because I see you make it
Beyond the point of where the cry
Absolutely remains a hit

Of the clearest facts of breath
Operative clearly rise
But the second wind of the earth
Was in and of itself a prize

And if you only knew
What certainty I felt
Before the whole of the dew
I has asked you to melt

Into a pool of tears my eyes are getting blurry
I guess that is what happens in a hurry

Pop Sonnet #4092

If there ever was a bridge made
Between the different thoughts
And if there was someone in the shade
I would catch the lots

When drawn the gamblers approach
And enter the frame of vision
Where nothing left besides a poach
That never happened in my life decision

I could have only been playing hard with you
And nothing would ever stop
Unless there is a moment of the crew
And counter the mission for a cop

That trained among you when feeling like a sign
Nothing could awake me when I found the vine

Pop Sonnet #4093

And just to crawl down the ladder
In a motion here in space
The next encouraging sadder
Than being alone

And if the words are juxtaposed
Before the world is formed
Then determinism wins the chose
Were few and no one warned

That out of field was taken
Beyond the stadium in the parking
Lot that was now to have shaken
The tried up ready marking

So when I reach the vision of a man beyond our space
Going toward the door that lies just beyond the place

Pop Sonnet #4094

I guess I will have made a disc
To preserve the many poems
That still there is a mile ahead that whisks
Into a purer form of clones

That take over in a potted plane
Of the middle of a golden
Ideal was never mistaken twain
The nights become emboldened

To have a guardian of mind
Cautiously erupting in an echo
Of a feminine head spin that kind
Of where no one else could go

So catch me in a smile
That rings out for awhile

Pop Sonnet #4095

And if you were gaining worth
Just by ditching fate
That unmasking of the birth
Was the final wait

For the time that moved ahead
Without a turn of the hand
And if the difference fled
Then I would understand

Anything you must have wanted
Out the conscious tunnel
Going along the forward hunted
To a perfect funnel

That was all that worked again
Never mind what you are in

Pop Sonnet #4096

That is a feeling I cannot explain
Beyond the only target choice
There was nothing in vain
That fell to the poise

And permeates desire on the ethereal void
That swallows us whole in a life
To topple discussions of a paranoid
Recurring symbolism of an ex-wife

So long ago it barely even matters
So beyond short lived it only brings back
The information needed for tatters
Of a cloth so full of the hack

Of a system just to mess around
Look at what else I have found

Pop Sonnet #4097

The only choice I never had
Was the one I will not mention
For now I feel the very glad
Surface of declension

That I have asked you for a few times
But you never would answer
To me in the separate dimes
That drop a quarter master

That never regretted living the fun
Even when the problem caught stop
To the draining still to be done
And understood that only drop

Was available for the disco dance
Even if there was a lance

Pop Sonnet #4098

This is getting weird today
The dizziness is blinding
When I make faded plays
To understand the finding

Of a ship that sailed so far
Beyond the seas on the map
And accompany the car
To the diamond lap

Of finishing the game my friend
For the lighting changes
And never go about the rend
For whatever is in danger

Before you get to the very bottom
Just know that it gets deeper tomorrow and got them

Pop Sonnet #4099

So here comes the ritual
A place to be among
The reiteration of the the usual
Dissipation of the throng

That used advice to branch along
With avoidance in the reach
There is nothing that could go wrong
Except when there was speech

Creeping beside the forest now
The leaning in the bush
What kind of wages do allow
A life that goes to push

A button to shut down
Anyone that wants to crown