Pop Sonnet #4640

And now that the cat is out of the bag
There are all kinds of new questions
About whether or not the part of lag
Is what I am finding in guessing

And there is a part of me
That wants to just arrive
But I think the mystery
Will keep us all alive

And though it may be a few more years
That is the stretch of a hand
The next time I go for anyone's tears
I will have been in the sand

And now I feel good like the day never stops
Nothing prepared me for the next drop

Pop Sonnet #4641

And in the tidal change moisture hidden
That is the closet of gain
And when the mastery is all forbidden
The courage turns to disdain

And activate local revamp in the swarm
The mill of a preacher in teams
The next time you serve me the milk warm
I will have the strange dreams

That were already about to expire
And I had taken what to receive
The simple task of the dire
Comes apart when you finally leave

And I would bring shelter along with the past
Going to find the marketing tools real fast

Pop Sonnet #4642

And so I look up to them just as much
The friends that we pass along time
That was to make us look all in dutch
Heavily when you remind

That there are some things
To look at the fire
And when the score sings
The permanent liar

That I could confuse for every day should
Next time I return to the hand
There is a little bit to be understood
And I would dream just for the band

That I was looking for in elevation drain
The only reason the song is the same

Pop Sonnet #4643

Just to blaze through an assured tale
That you were into keeping at the trail
Beside the fact that no one is stale
I could now get you to retake the fail

That was left up to me when patterns were fake
And the parameters were broken in one
The message that you will always now bake
Is really the whole thing of fun

That is a ferocious illustrative guide
The music that swells from the soul
And I was relying on what they have fried
And pretty much going to bowl

A game that is really keeping me in the mask
That all you really have to do is ask

Pop Sonnet #4644

And all of the sudden it did not seem right
But that was confusion to fade
Into the heavily guarded delight
And fancy a poster that grades

About a cure somewhat in dread
The mystery coasts in a town
The offer was still into anyone lead
Taming a final in nouns

That were similar to each of the hands
Placing total control in the art
And when there is someone to record bands
The very pressure that will start

And next time I prove to you that a short break
Is necessary to collapse the rake

Pop Sonnet #4645

To credit noises with being random
A part of the whole is disjointed
And when the work is all in tandem
The company could have appointed

And maybe there is a potent flow
Behind the rest of the halls
That came to position ever ready know
That there were several calls

Made at the point where the release will
That next up was severed in grain
And if you assuredly place into fill
The wave was all of the train

That built into working a still mode reliant
And I will just take you into the giant

Pop Sonnet #4646

Now there seems to be tolerance toward
The crowd of onlookers with ethics
That forced me to share beneath the award
And want to take a chopped kicks

That was just to see where I would end
And knowing that is so very long
From now before I depend
And write one or two learned songs

That I could rely on in heavier tame
The roost that was serving the born
And ending up with fellows to blame
That could be to make a torn

Case before ghosts that come just to eat
There may have been a lesson to just complete

Pop Sonnet #4647

It seems like nothing has changed
But you know the difference
And in the old made range
That could be the heart of inference

That I could just mellow out
And look to gold
The further you are in doubt
The lock pick is old

But I see you treating the part of the world
Like a fast mania that breeds anxious
Where anything would end up to be the girl
And anyway it is now dangerous

And if there are moments to play
I could have handed you something to say

Pop Sonnet #4648

That is the point that the creative drops
A bombshell on the masses too quick
To be all about nothing with stops
And furthermore that was a trick

And where do I get the strength
Just to continue forward
And if there was a length
I could move the words

Around to just see if anything worked
And pressure points were all releasing
The fair gentle potion of what can be clerked
Back into the fire was ceasing

And I would do anything just to confuse
The more that I laugh I really must choose

Pop Sonnet #4649

So if I stopped before I reached the goal
That would be a way to get out
But you know I am just part of the whole
And there is a point I will shout

To rejoice in the Lord before anyone shares
That captivated slew of reordered
The further we go into the fares
Have permanently been assorted

And there is a hope that sheds a dim light
No matter to see in the dark
There can be other friends lost in delight
And share a brain swap with the lark

That dust will cover the plug where it goes
And it is important to run the shows