Pop Sonnet #3940

The dream last night ever realistic
Almost thought I was living
For a moment I went ballistic
In the vision that was giving

Potence to the credibility of thoughts
That sometimes are not what I want
And after you have taken shots
I storm through the front

And if there was a taking part
Of the next up grains
That look around at the start
For the luckier lanes

That continue to convince
Without any evidence

Pop Sonnet #3941

There must have been something
That returned the habitat
To the ultimate in making
Run around when at the bat

There are plenty of mistakes to make
And you will have them all
Leave if you are feeling sake
Of where you left the ball

Be a wizard fully dressed
In planning for the fair
And run back to the only blessed
That takes you like a stair

Case blinding run the wave
I return to Plato's Cave

Pop Sonnet #3942

And if I have a hang over still
That means I am still training
From the day when I had will
And sobriety is feigning

The only question that gets asked
Is whether you had seen signs
Of a broken feature cast
Upon the rightful kinds

Of pressure in the public sphere
I knew you would
Be the one that does endear
The patience of the brood

That took a toll on my brain
Functioning to make it strain

Pop Sonnet #3943

Not even close to half of the way
Where I would like to be
Going to forget that vision today
It is all I want to see

Because there are times that apparitions
Appear around my home
That I could use a superstition
And blow back into the tome

The only way to stretch it out
Is to find a cure
For the things that run in doubt
And left me in the blur

There is no one really for the making of a show
That is quite alright because I already know

Pop Sonnet #3944

Here in a minute I will break
For just a disturbing thought
Comes back in when I awake
And it was nice to have forgot

That I fear my maker presently
And to him I have to yield
There are ways to shine the peasantry
Back into the field

Where days go by without a trace
And company arises
There is motion in the face
Of all the old surprises

That you will tread along with corporate
Shed back into the fortress late

Pop Sonnet #3945

Every time I question faith grand
Nothing comes of it
For a moment I was upon the Rand
Of ways to make the fit

That could have stored a mighty
Plan of execution for this
Going back into the slightly
Roasted feeling bliss

Of a made up log of portions fled
That went into force
There are other allotted said
To be par for the course

That said I will write another four
This way I get what is on the door

Pop Sonnet #3946

Hello to all that I neglect
There are times I forget myself
Going to be circumspect
About the feeling of an elf

That shatters visions breaks convention
For a wilder plane of treading
The impetus rises for a mention
Of what would otherwise be wedding

The two together just for lust
That takes a core of trust
All the way back through the dust
And now there is only dust

There could have been a way to keep the scheme
And I know it is all a dream

Pop Sonnet #3947

Except sometimes I am really lost
Before I try to take
The photograph of all embossed
To gain a wage that bakes

The head in corners for a whistle
Staring up the road and watching
Before the smoke billows into a thistle
And becomes a fire botching

Up my perfect score of putting onto
Cameras the lightness of the breathing
And runs headlong into
The baby started teething

And that is all to make it last
Finding out what works so fast

Pop Sonnet #3948

Anxiety awaits even in the fix
There are companies that drained
All of the old mix
And the death you feigned

Was a trick that lasted under
A millisecond but still happens
To be a mistake of all asunder
Fortune strides into the weapons

That keep me playing with the kids
And there are certain crimes
To be expected with the lids
And always there on time

They would play a foraged train
Like sometimes when watching rain

Pop Sonnet #3949

To retain a thrust of rushes
That video was working good
And if you told the brushes
Where they really could

Go to see a whole rodeo quick
And invite the diligent raid
While running out upon the slick
The motion goes for trade

And there was something about pills
That quieted my brain
But I was riding squeaky wheels
And next time take the train

Where I repeat all through this book
You should at least have a look