Pop Sonnet #5970

When you look down the rabbit hole
And see a whole new universe inside
The game that brought us into the goal
Was here already for pride

That I had lost when things turn back
And when you take me all along
The focus goes upon the sack
And stings when you see wrong

And that is why it still burns now
Even in the colder air to smoke
And go everywhere until the brow
Shakes back the only broke

The thing I had to see before I finished for today
Was the problem I had when lifting the thick gray

Pop Sonnet #5971

So I had to bother you again this way to leave
The next time you asked me for anything
And I keep the limit nearby to achieve
And saddle up to be and being

Which really makes more sense
And when the burning cold
That fashioned us here hence
And was coughing so very old

And that is a word I was told to not use
But I will say the drift reiterates
Nothing ever was to be the bruise
And keeps with me in the weights

And I would have a marathon with you to stand
There are acres on the land

Pop Sonnet #5972

Some days I can see the light
Already to figure within
The most that places into the invite
The company begins

And there are less of a thought process
And more of an emotional field
That kicks in when you see the best
That never had to yield

Which to me is all that earns
The vividness of the hallway gleams
The saturation of the learned
Was here before things seem

To change into a settled top
And be the one to never stop

Pop Sonnet #5973

When there is a pattern I am behind
And made to want to play
The lackluster in the designed
Was here already way

The trip I took almost got canceled here
And I have been all over the continent
Of another country when it remains fear
The next step to become as pertinent

And whatever the clue was I failed to reach
The height before me was unchanging
Even when you save and read the peach
Was ripe enough for ranging

The goal inside the course of study
Was already getting muddy

Pop Sonnet #5974

That I have to look into right turn land
To take the edge off for sure
But running down to the final sand
That drops in an hourglass to occur

For all time and lead to a reel
Of film footage that I had owned
And once in awhile I do seal
The stick figure was boned

And nothing I had to say again
Was to make a trick change
And that is how you win
With things that seem so strange

Maybe inspiration is just about to build
The idea that I somehow was not healed

Pop Sonnet #5975

Now it looks as though things changed complete
And forever I am in the mode of quiet
Which pushed me into the dark seat
And was here unless you riot

From the band I had in reference
And when things began to grow
The ultimate reach for performance
Digs even down below

There are forms that are shaping quick
The metaphysical form of something not there
Yet but will one day be here to kick
And looking down to stare

Which is why I feel my stomach still hurts
From drinking too much when she skirts

Pop Sonnet #5976

And I am coming close to faith
The object of desire flashed
And when you open me that saith
Unto thee the most I had rehashed

Before I was to travel wide
And fall upon the chart
Which gave me an idea to guide
The motion to the heart

And now I am about to get with the picture for
A handful of grain to eat
The look that came to me some more
And wanted just to defeat

To be already done and gone
There is something seeming long

Pop Sonnet #5977

I may have to get across
The day inside the lane
Where nothing comes to loss
And starts us all insane

To be among the licensed firm to sleep
The next time I wake up late
And wanted to look before I leap
But I think now I will wait

For distraction limited adjustment sound
The eternity I had to share
And when I fall to the ground
They will break up the air

And if I had many songs to write
You will be right here tonight

Pop Sonnet #5978

And the chance that there is something after
The catch with all the pass
And looking into her plausible laughter
Was to look upon the mass

The next time you look around right here
And knowing there is no time to flood
The purpose of the sting in ear
Was about to be the dud

And when they pulled up parts
There was a trifle wedge
And to take the start
Of the limiting edge

And she had to be the one I left up to the mind
Once in awhile when I am lost I will find

Pop Sonnet #5979

So give to me the accolades
In awhile I will produce
To be here among the grades
And goes toward the loose

And I would be your fire ball
When you eat the flower
The showing of the final call
To get there in an hour

And if you knew what I had done
I would sing for hands
And there is a new ski run
Up within the lands

And I was looking for you to drop on by
So let me know if you still want to try