Pop Sonnet #5920

Already capable enlarging the mass
The crescendo of a flesh to dress
The mode of sequential gas
Which led us to the ultimate unless

There was a doubting guardian next to
A river that flows all along
The way you see inverted through
The words seem to come out so wrong

And I was thinking about a film scene
In which they had the advantage
Where episodes can dryly mean
That the next choice is a vantage

That was repetition within the same line
I would have been stuck otherwise sign

Pop Sonnet #5921

There is a leisure that adds up in space
Where the total goal is met by words
And wondering if there is another trace
Of the sympathy left into birds

That fly off in the morning again
Without a common prayer sold
That level was here before then
And was about to get bold

And here we have plans to watch
All of the movies back to back
And wondering what is the notch
To regain the message slack

And do unto me as I do unto you
That is backwards unless you see through

Pop Sonnet #5922

All in a course of logic and slipped
Which really makes me wonder what went
The forage was here and meant to be tripped
Along the conscious lingering sent

The message to me across the airwaves
The channel that maintains our song
That kept me where anyone anything saves
Furthermore I accompany you along

With the road ahead being so varied and long
And ever more company leads
The eternal point after the morning is gone
And was about here when she seeds

The firmament required plainly in due of course
That simply gave me back the horse

Pop Sonnet #5923

I do not know what I have seen
Unless it was invisible anyway
And there is a game all to the green
That lives for the words just to stay

With a voice in the desert
And company outrides the plan
Which kept me going reserve
And went back into a pan

That was handled so joyously
In the inverted stable room
Going back noiselessly
Whatever the doom

And the children were all nearly destroyed
Whatever that song was about in the void

Pop Sonnet #5924

I will write a track that blows them all away
You just watch the current stack
Which rises like a feel good sway
And adds up here along the back

Which for me adds to the reason
That I linger in the camera pack
Which is my discovery at last for treason
Was coming this year to rack

The temple gate was flooded with hope
The courage that you understand the shape
Which really comes into the soap
And hoists me to the cape

When there are things I need to do but I have to put them down
Until one day I find the way to episodic noun

Pop Sonnet #5925

That evades the present dream
Which erases the frame to mental
And adds you up entire team
Which came back to prove a rental

Was about to discuss the common goal
Of a cycle prodigious and certain
Which was already in the fate of whole
And without knowing you are hurting

For the very mental stake was there
And you knew to double check
Which verse was already where
The golden fortress came to wreck

And that just means I cannot wake
Unless you give to me that lake

Pop Sonnet #5926

Like a fairy tale that passes by
And settles with the core
And when you already dry
To discover right here lore

That stuck in my mind like nothing else could
And when I feel that burn I am good
There I was so revered like a hood
That whichever way it works understood

That there are passes on the light
And the seashore presses back
Which left unto me a new night
And led up to the secondary track

Which is about as far as I will go in my career
This way I have made a habit to sincere

Pop Sonnet #5927

Which is what I have always wanted anyway
And that would give a derivative love
With the occurrence so going along to May
Which comes again in the Summer above

The style of my writing is evolving over time
And that is why I had to go on
Which really is my only guard like rhyme
Which shelters the force dawn

And I am a part of a larger group of friends
That believe differently every last one
And we get together whenever the winds
Have told us that we are done

And without politics in the bag
There was meant to be a lag

Pop Sonnet #5928

And that takes me here at last
To the edge of the precipice which in sight
Is about to give us here the cast
Which could not be here all right

That was a journal entry to deliver quick
And give to the stamina used
To get me here already the hopeful trick
That was already confused

And which way to the writing shape
That I will need to stretch out
Because tomorrow cannot escape
The day goes on like doubt

Will play a vital role in recovering the tide
Which way should I go to hide

Pop Sonnet #5929

All is well in the final verse
The stirring of the heavy was here
And if anything could get a curse
I will elevate the fear

That came to get me into a bed
And returned to the haunted memory paced
To gain a record in a few led
To believe where we could case

The ultimate delivery is switching lines again
And that means the count is calculated
And here inside the ship we begin
To be the ones all rated

By the circumstance in which nothing ever stops
Could it be that by now I have to look at all the drops