Pop Sonnet #4420

Everything yesterday was not expected
And I think I reacted too harsh
Toward the heavens I directed
Words that came with the march

Of the abandoned retrograde instinct
That pushes us all away
And once in awhile I have linked
The evolution that will stay

Nothing is certain but I have to look
Beyond the castle wall trip
And when things come out of a book
And exist on the fated grip

And will you for starters come motioning speed
The next time you handle the seed

Pop Sonnet #4421

So I am calm now the pain is almost gone
Now I am just wondering if I gave
Others odd looks toward me dawn
The way that trauma cannot save

Any soul from the wretchedness fall
Going to lean toward maximum doubt
That anything dreamt about the call
To take on the familiar route

That falls like a star onto the planet
And where I look at the work
Of another makes time to scan it
And I end up looking like the jerk

That cannot keep anything down in the place
Where from now on I cannot erase

Pop Sonnet #4422

But I did normalize confusion to grasp
The minimal lessons of meetings
Now to check back with the unknown asp
That slithers into all my greetings

That dirt that is poisoned by chemical war
The wave of destruction will cruise
Beyond anything that normalizes for
The lost frame will be used

And when there is nothing I can do
Except trust in the heavens
There is so much countering true
Feelings of anyone in seven

Which makes me wonder that
Anyone takes a second place mat

Pop Sonnet #4423

To sleep off the painful crash
The one that sneaks up without warning
The lack of any and all cash
To pay for the things that give morning

And if the powers that be will evoke
The derangement of my psyche
Will capture moments of madness broke
My brain just sometimes feels like

And that may not even be how the words sound
But like it or not it is there
To vanish as soon as it wears the crown
And returns to make a dare

And that is why today I am better
I just have to keep typing out letters

Pop Sonnet #4424

When everything waits for the prime
The moment in which verse is complete
And I wonder if nothing but crime
Will escalate into the paranoia seat

And when you wish fabrication could help
There is still that gnawing split
Where the swimmers dance in the kelp
And then ask for another hit

Because the example of the addict is fused
The raising of a bottle of last weeks
Ale that drips down to the bruised
Of what now only leaks

Into a baggage claim and ruins the mind
After awhile it looks as though I could find

Pop Sonnet #4425

So I guess the ups and downs
Are all part of the same
Lifetime that sometimes frowns
Upon the losing game

Where we make up a hundred lies
And then when one comes true
We believe to our demise
The fountain blissful brew

That will take from me a sand
The mix up in the case
Of a motion never planned
The website must erase

The planning will resume at last
And offer me a different caste

Pop Sonnet #4426

Which the fading mobility of the law
Will allow certain lots
To be processed in the draw
And make up for the shots

And if I ever complete this sound
That is precisely one goal
And if the boxes run aground
I will set it as a whole

On a differing point to be made
That never reaches the midst
Of a forest in the glade
That will be all that insists

To look around at spider web
And then go towards the ebb

Pop Sonnet #4427

And if you maintain papers so haphazard
It is no wonder you cannot find
The look that is spread faster
Than any force known to the mind

The loss of the codes will now eat at me
And if there are ways to recover
The look at the current sea
Will now spread right over

The currents of waves that push on to night
The word was only used in the thousands
Maybe more for all that I bite
To be currently handling mountains

And nothing seemed to have the perfect fit
Sometimes I just deal with it

Pop Sonnet #4428

This has become a waterfall of words
To just browse through until assured
That never makes hallucinations heard
Except when the motion is from the birds

The only thing I know for real
Is nothing is certain
And I wonder if anyone else will feel
My brain is already hurting

And this kind of pressure
Must be released
And if the treasure
Was below the creased

Letter I sent you via telepathy
And I will never get sympathy

Pop Sonnet #4429

No matter what charge is taken to place
The final countdown never waits
To be already in the briefcase
That stirs up the moment of fates

And driven mad by poor choices and others
Making me realize I am not the one
And to receive a message from brothers
Nothing else considers the fun

That was necessary to get where I am
Even though an occasional lapse
Will sever connections wherever I stand
And writing with the first letter in caps

The only pattern that will make it to
A bridge far away from any of you