Friday, April 3, 2015

Pop Sonnet #3880

Undeniable painstaking gaze
That shatters reason before fall
The wild weather that makes plays
And circles over the tall

With worries and conundrums gone
The only way to sail this bank
Is to just go everywhere along
And relive moments that can thank

The mighty stars for the world
In which we live in makes
And finished the other hurled
Into the void that takes

A massive beaten field of green
I will ask you what you mean

Pop Sonnet #3881

This is too much already though
It goes on a lot farther still
And while the wreckage felt the slow
Protects be in the wheel

Of time and organization that cure
That scares up profit and shame
The only empty flowing pure
And contact you the same

For the man on the other side
Is intelligent and quick
Never lets us suffer the guide
Along with candle wick

That fated wax that drips and seals
The fortunate will somehow feel

Pop Sonnet #3882

And as the crushing blows are dealt
Accompany the wild
There are plans to be the stilt
Along with any child

That asks you for a tenth of gold
And you return her question
With a simple time that holds
Onto the mortal best in

The gang of rivalry that we have but stamped out
And asked for any further winter
See me when you get to the other scout
That journeyed to the city while someone should have sent her

In the split of longest words
I know what to do with birds

Pop Sonnet #3883

This number game it makes me laugh
And any stake you may have shaken
Leads us back into the staff
Of where the Earth stopped quaking

And in the starry complex preach
That company amuck
Beyond the only effort teach
The run back to the truck

So we can disappear this day
Into a chance like presence
That lingers back along the way
And produces any pheasants

That or quail and we go to hunt
The price of blood leaves us blunt

Pop Sonnet #3884

Rough around the edges they walk
The trail leads to a waterfall
And if you could hear them talk
There would be an actual wall

That blocks the gate to hell
From any passers by
From the stealing wail
That shreds motion to fly

And relegate instruments into the game
One day you will achieve the after
Going into words that stay the same
There are shouts up in the rafter

And so I must use some tobacco soon
Before the dissipating moon

Pop Sonnet #3885

The castle walls with sand were built
Up into golden pines
When walls of beast hunter wilt
The Knight Slayer will find lines

Behind your batch of rocket fuel
You use to steal the storm
Upon a feeling in the rule
Were you getting warm

Behind a memory combustible
In shaker's planes
And disappear the festival
Was going on in near the Thames

And ask yourself if you have been to Denmark in your life
Going there someday to find a better wife

Pop Sonnet #3886

And with the potentate delivery
My Zen style worship meditation in the dark
Where Buddha launches a main lines energy
Into the followers erase

Like Hillel the greatest monks
Will put the past behind
And let the thoughts drift through the funk
Motioning their mind

Into a stolid soil chain
And mix the crisp in farce
Going where the eyeholes make the rain
And get us in the cars

Because time is running out of count
And movies will take the amount

Pop Sonnet #3887

Of addictive images that float across the screen
The lighting on the stage will linger
In your mind before the next day was not seen
Upon the ragged disco finger

That played around with dynamite
And launched a coil of electric mass
The protein settled below the write
Of where the seventh glass

Was poured with Champagne
Though I prefer the whiskey
And pressed upon the only vain
Was established in the free

Form of the accidental word choices
There are really encouraging voices

Pop Sonnet #3888

That is three of a kind in poker
And will they return to shreds
The contant times I had awoke her
And left the man for bread

In caves I wondered about clouds
That out the front you see
Going into shadows crowd
And you are what you should be

That mixing of a lightning wave
And repercussion dim
Those old books some how away they gave
The presence of a whim

That lingers in this sacred vow
I will catch up to you somehow

Pop Sonnet #3889

But before we make an alarming search
For friends of the system
And alive with the church
That gives a value trim

With conquering abodes that shake the very core
I will always look around
Anything you are for
I won't make a sound

Except a rate of explosives in every dream
And I will live through the night
There were other patterns it seems
To take up mantle piece light

That came through windows in the place
I can see your lovely face

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