Pop Sonnet #5300

Already taken to the maximum drill
Where reality searches for clues
That will one day become fulfilled
And look back at the dues

As a responsibility overlooked
And a reconciliation that resumes
To be part of what is rooked
By the queen that only dooms

The way she looks into my eyes
And presently accepts the word
After anywhere decries
The level of the sinking bird

That was involved in flight by ascension
And went into the right times mentioned

Pop Sonnet #5301

Seems as though it will all fall into place
But still waiting for the initiative to kick
In before the chemical was all the case
And knew that it was all about a trick

That played into a vortex normalizing
And objects were just floating
Before the eternal recognition sizing
Was to be taken as gloating

Because the fine line between our choices
Makes no difference in the end
Except the warning that slips from noises
And would you have told to rend

The very abnormal plan is stalled
The next time you feel all walled

Pop Sonnet #5302

Counting upward to fear the catch
Was enough to certify discovery
That could we tread on the match
When they all start to worry

But even though the bridge is long
It does not reach the other side
Even to look around this wrong
Was all because of pride

That launched a dozen episodic scenes
Always insistent on broken
That was about to show the means
To which no one has spoken

Because of all the things that I dared you to do
Came back on me as though I have a clue

Pop Sonnet #5303

That double was so sneaky here
And turned into a masking cause
The tower looked back into fear
And pressed down on the pause

That if the world was made to push
The next up naming the church in the sky
Was about to see the bush
Return to the whole pie

And I was hoping nursery rhymes
Would get me through a thousand
But then it really pauses times
That could be used in rousing

The command so solid I would jump
Until I am in the midst of the bump

Pop Sonnet #5304

So to hasten with the stamp
And be ready to complete the quest
Unless there was the one and only tramp
Because he knows the best

And when you reconcile fortune
To belong a steady freight
That cooked you up important
To push back all the hate

And if I could just give advice
To question me is fine
Because sometimes the world in ice
Is crossing that sacred line

And here we have a break to spend
Never want my life to end

Pop Sonnet #5305

Do not take it personally
I say with knowing despair
And went along with it eternally
And loomed upon the stare

And dropped a gallon of the fluid
Onto a sensitive growing change
That was to look up things of ruined
Cycle just to ask for the range

And knowing that I placed a problem
Right upon the very tunnel length
Of a certified respect that had them
In the middle of the defeated strength

And if it is wise to keep it fresh
Can you see the dying flesh

Pop Sonnet #5306

Call out to the push before the waking
Moment that realizes the greatness
And to be upon the faking
Was to shake up in the lateness

Of a perfectly timed quip to use
And if there was an isolated game
To suddenly excuse
The startling fortune that stayed the same

Which to me is about the completion
Will be idle for a few days
Just warning that the most secretions
That fall around the craze

And again I take no reaction
As a logical perfect traction

Pop Sonnet #5307

When the gate is revealed to the followers
And the turning point in which the credibility finds
The most you could do is borrow her
For a night when fasting grinds

The share in courage is so bleak
That anyone could position friends
The way to come about so streak
Is to never have the bends

Which get to me sometimes
Because I cannot think straight
About the certain types of crimes
That lead to a path of hate

And if I could encourage you to see
The place right here for me

Pop Sonnet #5308

Dealing with the most type roughing
Is to expect a deal of sorts
Unless the very day was bluffing
That somehow this is sport

To know what still lies at the end
And gently question blood
That ties us to a friend
And climbs out of the mud

Before I certainly refrain for days
There is a wish that I could stake
Upon the pleasant eyes that maze
Was built for the new retake

That could have been a wider road
Unless the box was there to explode

Pop Sonnet #5309

Like the things that happen in the fantasy
Where nothing creeps like the angered
That stealthily require the ecstasy
And whatever plan had lingered

Before you force the key into the lock
There is a gallery of paintings
That were looked at just to shock
Never wanted any fainting

To back up on the bridge so slow
That no one saw you take the exit
To be dreading the next month's snow
Before the credibility wrecks it

And if you stand with me awhile
You will grant a few days without style