Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Pop Sonnet #4490

Rest for days and still no sleep
That reinvigorates the bystander
The keeping of a purpose cheap
And taking a look candor

When a few of them wandering trails
Came to the end of the sleet
That occurrence in the stale
Suffer for the current heat

And window back to demise
The property was gaining
And look to the self in vice
For whatever lock is training

And the device settles races
And I never saw their faces

Pop Sonnet #4491

And in the peace of holy writ
There are luminous drops
The machinations have never quit
And look back to the flops

That paraded right beside the dome
And looked a part so comfort
And went back to a far away home
Before you see past the dirt

That caged a placard toward the fleet
The inside came to relax
Inquire about the mercy seat
And question time in fact

Where I had paused before a dot
And left you out when I forgot

Pop Sonnet #4492

Next to me you never had to stop
Even when the program fails
And then to look about the drop
That best of lines curtails

The wind and all of the fled camps
That you had seen in lightning
Where the force was ever damp
And then things became frightening

Where dust does live on shades
And I will chase away
The corporation fades
Every time this turns gray

The track of what erupts the coast
Has returned in burnt up toast

Pop Sonnet #4493

And I question what goes on
And only receive nothing
Before the lesson plans go on
The course is for the bluffing

That stores inside a masquerade
There are points that will fall
The lovely time that you see shade
And open up the wall

Before you get to paradise
An infinite mass forms
The left on timer rolling dice
With anyone that storms

The day I left the shade in tombs
The weather of the day still looms

Pop Sonnet #4494

To be recycled in a notch
And daft to think it strange
That everyone that wears a watch
Joins the marking range

That you had taken up in hand
And persecuted sanction being
While other days I understand
What no one had been seeing

The administration pain of love
Will ask you to give up
And understatement over and above
The secret silver cup

That was like a key to open chests
Finding you back in your nest

Pop Sonnet #4495

Turn a streak a visible rendering
Of motion in the sand
That came upon a gendering
Of what can curve the spanned

That lengthy groove of forage shot
A handy wake of ripe
The keeper is a newly caught
Advantage to see types

And when you read on through the case
That announced the waking jump
The glitch in all of the made waste
Was heading to the dump

The mystic players of a festival before the wind
Does it really make a difference to you my only friend

Pop Sonnet #4496

And even when the weakness stabs
At principles so lost
The moment that we take the labs
Into the total cost

Of a nightmare that spreads wide
And purpose is to shake
The complacent what we cried
To look about the fake

The mental illusion of a dream
That lingers on for hours
To repeat the decent beam
And retake the dead towers

That linger in their doomed fortress
And causes us to ask the guest

Pop Sonnet #4497

When I have seen one hundred discs
That will be my next plan
To go ahead for all the risks
Are only in the can

That we will press to further heat
The empathy revokes
To place around a vaulted treat
And when the tides provokes

A motion pan that will release
The treat of comfort rains
The working out upon the fleece
That could no longer gain

Before the mighty fall a look
Will present the end of the book

Pop Sonnet #4498

That at this rate comes along in years
And when we see the light
There are very bitter tears
To cross in front of fights

That I stay out of before I laugh
And pressure is a whore
That pushes me to mitigate the raft
To float along the shore

Where everything provides the watch
The waves that take us under
Could have been a higher notch
When everything seems to plunder

Time and space was finished now
Awful that you would not allow

Pop Sonnet #4499

Carefully to loving ships
That courage when afloat
Comes to hinge upon the grips
Of what we all promote

And money is the only thing
That separates my decision
From a tide pool density sting
That comes about division

And when I was in great fear
Of things I could not control
It would take a separate year
Just to return whole

But spend a time walking along
And always more to complete the song

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