Pop Sonnet #4920

That was quite a gang uphill
When robots tend to bunch
Afterwards I think I will
Have a second lunch

And you were always by my side
Except when I was sad
And that is why I still have pride
When I see your into the fad

Of political pressure caving from all sides
That you had never dealt with until now
After all the magazines have guides
To whatever and whenever you allow

There is something feeling strange
Probably the blown out range

Pop Sonnet #4921

Weird as it may seem his humor is so advanced
That no one ever gets the jokes
Even with no chance
There are worlds inside the spokes

That are now realizing that you are somewhat
Of an experience gained by practice
And if you ever find the strut
There are many things to act us

Like we haven't ever felt the pain
Everyone must feel it
After all you looked insane
When you had to steal it

And I am not implying that anything is wrong
Look into the piece of crystalline to hear the song

Pop Sonnet #4922

Right now the afflictions tend to maneuver
And whenever I come back to life
And if there was anyway to remove her
Maybe you could use a wife

And set her up with all the swarms
Before the locus heats
That focus on the one that forms
And be the way she repeats

Without a second weapon this land could be doomed
A weapon to shut down every weapon
So no more of the roomed
That looked right at the fawn

And sent me to a new loophole
That is why you have the goal

Pop Sonnet #4923

I don't think you have to wait
But if you do it is better
Because I wind up hunched over a gate
Looking for the letter

And when you know the words that are
A portion of the jump
That would take you to the star
And be around to bump

And when you know the hardest school
Concerning film I have a bachelor of arts
That is why I always fool
The secondary smarts

Because I know how to make things work
When it comes to any perk

Pop Sonnet #4924

That is why I have so much here
This second book of mine
It has to go on a few more years
And where will it up wind

That was what I had to reverse
Just to get the double code
There is something to a verse
That rarely even flowed

Except when it came to hands
That pushed different lettered buttons
And really if that never stands
Up when you see something

And I am really feeling like I am a bit off base
Maybe a bit of smoke would blow right by my face

Pop Sonnet #4925

I am enamored by this faith
That so shaken never ceases
When I look at you that saith
There is types of peaces

That flow from God all around the space
Where things make sense for a time
And when I think of seeing his face
I am scared of him in prime

Because there are bad things that still occur
And we are forced to look
Beyond the chaos of the stir
That finds you in this book

So if you don't believe don't worry
There are so many lines still blurry

Pop Sonnet #4926

Sometimes gets hidden in the stack
Sometimes the hole gets deeper
And if I was looking at the back
I was just a reaper

Lost in the world of sex and desire
There are things that sometimes are real
When dealing with erotic fire
And genuine mass appeal

There is something about dreams
And times that they are metaphors
Because there is an old man seems
That he was going all the while fours

The company they did not bring
Really they came up to sting

Pop Sonnet #4927

I must be real new to you again
My only surface is to find
That there may have always been
The courage of behind

And days for me seem to stretch but shorten
And that is how it always goes
When I start the game an hour important
And we will see how it flows

After all it is fallible too
There are things unknown to all
And when you make for all the crew
That was to place me into a stall

Where I would get my daily food and drink
And do a few other things if I can think

Pop Sonnet #4928

There are ways to counter set
The clock onto the vases
That is why the words were wet
With bodily embraces

And I wish there were a few more tracks
That could go across the world
And when we were often backed
By whatever she was pearled

That necklace was just pawned for cash
Whenever the storm applies
And look around at any sash
If you even see one of those tries

At perfecting craft again I think I will feel hung
There are so many ways that I could lose a lung

Pop Sonnet #4929

So lets be honest with ourselves
We set up disaster breeds
The courage that was always elves
Running to their steeds

And I take heart in freakish form
The subsidy of at random checks
That was awhile to get the storm
Focused back on any of the treks

Across the dimensions and back to ours
If you don't believe that is fine
But I have been to other cars
That drove us in a straight line

What I am saying is so jumbled around
Try to just meditate on a sound