Pop Sonnet #4380

And when I set up things to occur
When it works every single chance
To get involved with anymore return
To be a part of every glance

And look to the future now
Before consumed by pain
And when you make me allow
The oncoming rush of brain

That connects us all to a golden note
The total strength of a lapsed timer
And if there is something in what wrote
The words they used for primer

And now I feel your skin so smooth
This is the way we have to prove

Pop Sonnet #4381

Everything seems a bit strange up in here
Never quite courage to write it
And if it makes for a pleasurable cheer
Going along just to fight it

With all that gains on the memory wave
Length that breaks apart half way
And if there is someone worthy to behave
They could go on to the next play

That sets me up in a victory seat
Beyond the crowd's scheming
And there is this noticeable heat
That kept me from solid dreaming

It takes a purpose to get held
What was that word I spelled

Pop Sonnet #4382

So if I were to ask if worthiness
Was made in lines of power
To switch over the blurriness
And return upon the hour

When there are makes so dire stead
The company awaits the kick
That came into where you lead
And turned around the sick

When we were stuck on farce
And everything seemed to crash
To back into the weirdest course
And running out of hash

Was always a problem when needing the flow
Anyone has to often show

Pop Sonnet #4383

And if I were to push on through
The deadly course it runs
To get the most of where going to
And escape the rabid ones

That came about in level drain
To ask about the missing ship
I think you know the gain
To push along with a skip

In the middle of your valid choice
There was a position reared
To catch on to the voice
And remain the only feared

To come about with an assurance plan
I am really such a fan

Pop Sonnet #4384

That is why I have not everything
The ones to look at spots
To just belt out the courage sing
And go along between the dots

If I were to look at the lines
And say if they were straight
Before I catch another kind
And then go back to wait

Nothing can be in my way
Except the usual problems
That never seem to run away
From the army of the wobbling

And now I see why not to use
Some of the words I haphazardly peruse

Pop Sonnet #4385

And I love the epic tale
Of a bridge so applied
Going back to wear the pale
Of the other side

And when I take the roasting mass
And place it in a cry
I would know the final pass
Comes waiting here to die

To be along with any space
That trips me up so bandaged
And looks right at your big face
And wonders if there is damaged

Any type of claim to truth in this
Is relative until the miss

Pop Sonnet #4386

So to keep pressing on is what I've liked
To run around with currents knowing
And to be the one that gets spiked
When the wind starts blowing

Finding little hints of life
When ashes tend to spread
And wonder if I have my knife
To get into what said

The ultimate goal of my new line
Is to get to the end of this book
Whether I make it there just fine
Ot start to have a look

Into the annals of historical basis
And I achieve total stasis

Pop Sonnet #4387

That is something to work hard
On when driving to the bar
And if you could take a card
Of the hour when they are

Back into the hallway sleep
The turning point of the serum
That figured out when to creep
And that was all just a theorem

That can be matched by hauling
The dates before the break
To look back into romantic calling
And then returned to wake

And felt like there was more to right
I could have your hand tonight

Pop Sonnet #4388

And everything before the map
Was already planting seeds
Along the fertile garden lap
That paved the longing needs

To be a part of the big push
And look at the ridge fallen
To wander right through a bush
And then go scatter calling

There are plenty of words to use
That I have not even thought of
Where the next call will bruise
All the tricks of love

And question assortments of the kinds
That was right there next to the finds

Pop Sonnet #4389

It would be nice if I made it to the edge
Of destiny approaching fire
The courage that next to a hedge
Looked mightily like desire

And if there are wastelands too
That is appropriate for the goal
There could be the desert new
Accompany the whole

That if I were to slam you down
With courses that veer sideways
Then you know she came around
Loving on me for days

When we broke the cup that leaks
There are ways to get through weeks