Pop Sonnet #4390

In light of the sleep that never comes
The day begins to break
And when there are the full on sums
You will seem to make

A bridge between the lance of fate
And an ill gotten strafe
Of the gain that retreads late
And comes about quite safe

The question for loss is retraction
Perilous journey ahead
In while the late is the action
Going about when you said

Business usual flag the former screen
And then you scramble along the super supreme

Pop Sonnet #4391

Whittling is what is appears as
The license to just tame
Only the fear of a warmth has
The proper place in the game

Where eagles dare on the fly wing
The mutant purge is the key
Where taken aback for the lost king
The wanderer takes it up with me

And when you come silhouette
The curses are brought under screens
That came about when she was wet
For the body will sheen

The focus is lost in the park cane
And fellow mentors will begin to feign

Pop Sonnet #4392

This is a run on for starters
To illustrate where she went
Being around for the guarders
That were all the way spent

Never take time just to pressure
The local wasted and bruised
There are feelings of treasure
That look around in the cruised

That pushed on through the long tunnel
And woke up a spirit of change
When I went back to the huddle
I found that walk is so strange

Between here and the forest center
And the Summer is the Winter

Pop Sonnet #4393

Where all the crimes came about loss
There are still programs to stall
The courage it forms to be the boss
Will one day choke at them all

And to dawn on the precludes
That were susceptible like wine
To be all of the interludes
And then to return the kind

Of a animated recess
That was all the way benign
To be equipped with the formless
And then to discover the fine

That was waiting just to see the way
And returning all the effort today

Pop Sonnet #4394

So if you look into crystals
The reflection will model the play
And there are times when the pistols
Fall short of motion just weigh

That perfect count of a gridlock
The ones that will take up the keep
To be around for the mold block
And to reunite the sleep

There are times that I give up
To be a total mind quake
The thought island where there is much cup
To find the thousands of fakes

And I will charge the horizontal
With the facts of carried frontal

Pop Sonnet #4395

When I return to the maker
He is pleased I have reverted the slab
To the original shaker
Formula don't take a stab

At changing the risk of the weather
Pronounced in a dire iced lane
We get our motions together
And refurbishing rain

The mixed up problem of his caught
An idol between all the grips
Where there was noise in the forgot
And the music has slips

Of a stream flowing from here
And anywhere that could be near

Pop Sonnet #4396

So it looks finished beforehand
And I would pressure the loss
To be a forehead examined
To worry that there is a cross

Buried below the electric wheel
A fondness for thoughts to kick in
And there will never be the squeal
Of a lock existing

That you were worried at sunset
To bring about the last dime
For the emperor forgets
That there was a last time

So you will clear the eventful
And lose the grass in a soul

Pop Sonnet #4397

Now I will take the news far
To an outreach program wince
To be preaching about stars
And then building the fence

Where you seem all the reverb
That stacks the odds on the press
To give gentleness a blurb
And then return to the mess

That wells up inside my gut
Where I cannot explain
To be alarmed by the duel cut
And then turn into plain

Of a flavor so solid course
There are few that own the horse

Pop Sonnet #4398

When you mitigate reason
There are lessons to pause
And then tread on the leaving
To close all of the moment laws

And when you ask for forgiveness
You will receive it when true
There are others that bend this
Going away just for what grew

And then I get to the answer
Before the question dissolves
Whether or not video cancer
Is the motion that solves

Be with me in my depression
And restore my maker's question

Pop Sonnet #4399

This just means you are there now
Below the stars and above the ground
And I will hold you into brow
That tasty version of the pound

That wakes up into revival
And stumbles right next to the ledge
And falls before the survival
Of the lonesome mind edge

That will question your answers
And leave all the powerless here
To save it just for the dancer
And return a deaf ear

So go with me back into the place
And we both look to the perfect face