Pop Sonnet #4190

Already turning into something new
Everything that stays the same
When for the researched perilous flew
And looked upon all of the fame

Like it was coming from no where again
And seized in completion describe
Where under a fear of collapse in the mend
Would only have to leave tribes

And in the admission of a stale mate
The time for the fortune forgotten
To run along while the complicate
Meets matches to see into rotten

About a misstep that played over time
There was something about the collisions of rhyme

Pop Sonnet #4191

And now I think I have made you all mad
Because somewhere lost in the shuffle
Was around to illustrate all things to bad
And effective retread is the muffle

And all that alarms you when turning the key
Is to give in to temptation thrills
And run along being all that is to be
Unless you go spotting in hills

For a permeation in the tripped out box
The car was just going too fast
And without a moment to set back the fox
And now the angry man cast

To weather confusion out in the sun
And look upon all the damage you have done

Pop Sonnet #4192

There was an old beggar down memory lane
That brought the old scriptures to balance
And looked upon all the samples again
To furnish off with a chalice

And ecstasy lies in the creation keep
The straight and narrow between roads
And look upon anyone still wants to sleep
And never remained on the loads

Of all of the things I kept on burning
In case another save point is here
To alleviate while the essence of learning
Still always turns to the ear

And revises a simpler song
Find it in your heart to just sing along

Pop Sonnet #4193

I would have had to really look cross
Before I examine the written
Words are leaving me all at a loss
And weather time when I am smitten

By candor in speech the crawlspace reveals
The next time you go for the mention
That rends a spoken writ before the deals
Would play upon every convention

And if they knew what I have done
To celebrate all the old life
And gone to be back into every last one
To look on the healing of strife

That when you feel pain you will know for sure
When everything still belongs to the future

Pop Sonnet #4194

Sometimes there is a sting in the back
Of my throat from smoking
And that is what I attract
From along the old choking

On all the things that pass right through
I will share the day and kindness
For the openness is true
About to all the spineless

Away with the curse
Begone in a fort night
All the mirrors will purse
The factory in sight

And if you go saving just to breath easy
Right now it is only slightly breezy

Pop Sonnet #4195

So if you turn down another stroke hard
The affluent share their respects
To look into any of the solid guard
To only amount to the specks

Of a report that was never filed
Take turns just amounting to joy
And walls all around the child
Where something was given employ

And while I am working
On all of the songs
The feeling is perking
To be on the wrong

Side of the portion to make a statement
Never before was anything bent

Pop Sonnet #4196

I would never recommend unless you have time
To challenge the lyrics I write
Because I have to explain certain crimes
Of word games a passion in sight

And occurring once or twice
Before the shapeshifting
There was a presence so nice
Feeling uplifting

And in the courageous and battle was won
The spot for a slipstream revamped
Come to exclusive when only far stun
The company had already camped

And if there was a way to grow plants
And if you ever remembered to dance

Pop Sonnet #4197

I am already prepared for bliss in the search
There is a steady amount of hope
Where any of the smatterings perch
With all the causes in the rope

And I will press on with a smile
Unless I am lost in thought
A place I will stay awhile
And counteract the knots

Of times webbing that seems to always trap
The sticky threads of silk
Will some about to give on tap
The frustration with the ilk

Of a time table turned upside down
There is someone turning back drown

Pop Sonnet #4198

I did not realize but the damage recreates
The spies in the chapel were closing in
And to be along for the sedate
Will receive so clearly when

The child was a prophet before his answers
To rule the cosmos a trip like perspective
And gone about to illustrate glancers
All about the reading of elective

Material in the gain for a light when they stop
And a burden of gold between the edge
Felt anyone to make a channel all on top
And settle down on the ledge

That horizontal thrust of looking back here
Someone encourages the next bit to clear

Pop Sonnet #4199

And that marks a hundred more
Dropping for the faithful followers
Whatever clearly could be in store
The encouragement of a hollower

Shared the wealth of my new fortune right
Beyond the grove of impossible lies
Where something began an example tight
And living for the bridge of sighs

That escapes an essence familiar approach
To look upon the disc changing fled
Under the barrel out with the roach
And further along you have bled

For a day that lingers back quiet
And if only it works for my diet