Pop Sonnet #4990

The bliss received from constant work
Is incomparable to any other
Except for maybe the master's clerk
That is now our brother

And when you search for a feeling lost
Too many take it for granted
That whatever force that seemed to frost
Was only where things planted

And sometimes things grow on their own
But that is part of a mystery
As to where the forest was alone
Without people in the history

And I think that we need to look closer still
Where pictures appear when we will

Pop Sonnet #4991

And anything that makes the cut
Is about to raise from ashes
The blinding light of the very rut
That once was in the crashes

That made for delights to fly on by
And a story so good I have to tell
Was coming out for no reason why
And that is enough for the sell

Because the introduction is so far away
And everything bleeds together
When asked what girl was the only stay
Because the rest seemed to leave from weather

Or it could have been my insanity that made them fleeting
Right now the opera is seating

Pop Sonnet #4992

Whether you agree with the challenged fate
That befell the writer's task
Where anything could oppose the wait
I was just taking the flask

To a fill up station in the desert
Where life is scarce at best
And the question for the wizard
Is going to be among the rest

Where we have searched for former sleep
And ran a query on the search engine
There is information here to keep
Only the words can blend in

And if you take a corner from me
I will change for all to see

Pop Sonnet #4993

Struggling with the time at hand
Because there is so much more
That when the frantic pace gets bland
There is still a verse and then some more

That could have been in the midst of scrolls
Where everything is predestined
And I look at the theoretical holes
And keep them all in question

Because I do not think the rafters know
That once in awhile there is a rapid deadly
About to rise up and blow
Over the tubes that were so steadily

On course to go a few miles
That is why to check the dials

Pop Sonnet #4994

I am in the midst of learning more
And every book will help out
But I will hear the roar
In breaks that never doubt

Because if every day we do our job
Everything will tend to get done
And when there is a particular throb
That is always just for fun

And when I seek the station giant
There is a press kit somewhere
Before the plans to fry the pliant
Whatever rhyming means to the sheer

Innovative works that travel here
Nothing is so very unclear

Pop Sonnet #4995

This tome is a few words away
From that place in the end
And the bigger books that pray
To be part of a large friend

That was asking for a dime
Every moment of the chances
Could have been out of time
But to that tune he dances

And I cannot speak for half the crowd
When energy erupts solidly
And the makeshift type of proud
Acts as though she followed me

To a bridge that was shaky at first
There is a theory I am cursed

Pop Sonnet #4996

Which explains so much as to how I arrived
Into the incredible flight of progress
Tell me when you could have dived
And I will tell you even less

But for me that will not be easy
Because of my longwinded speech
That came to be about as wheezy
As a dying leech

That was peeled off of my skin in the boat
Where the old captain had a laugh
Then he disappeared from any vote
Just to keep his staff

He was not coerced but rather immersed
And it could have been that he was not the worst

Pop Sonnet #4997

But at the same time maybe not the best
Still somewhere in the middle
Which is not to say mediocre unless
The company makes a little

Because the money seems to burden
The creative energy that otherwise
Was about to be there hurting
The object that has made tries

And when you got in you only completed
Eight weeks of courses before the crack
Simply widened underneath the seated
And we all went driving back

But it makes sense to be here now
Almost everything was made to happen somehow

Pop Sonnet #4998

I am still a believer in that place
But the college is my object
Of worship and the face
Was telling me I was correct

Because really now I want to be in Colorado forever
Which makes a lot of since due to my work
Being freely handed to me and does not sever
The connection to my schools that perk

Up when you say their name and I will now recount
University of Southern California undergraduate
And a short time at Graduate CalArts is the fount
That taught me and returned me home to do it

All for the love of the art I learned
The greatest institutions have earned

Pop Sonnet #4999

That is why I am about to turn to the fiver
The next one thousand will be hot
In case there was a way to revive her
Then we will simply go to pot

That is legal now so they say
Which really makes me sure
That whatever the price to pay
It is getting lower for the cure

And I can really tell you things
That you have not heard yet
But whatever tomorrow brings
There is still so far to go get

The words I want to say to you
And like the people that made it true