Pop Sonnet #6120

All the assemblage that remains too late
To be next to an encounter flat
When you properly forage states
Of mind will average the rat

Which floods upon an opening
And reads to planets fallen
Which was the only orbiting
That kept you back there calling

And when the strangeness of the Sun
Is about to rule out questions
That will make you seem already done
Unless the day is rested

And that is why I never wonder why the thing will collapse
Next time you could simply say you will take over taps

Pop Sonnet #6121

And when you tune into the block
That settled years ago to fluctuate between
And that is eternal from the knock
Which leaves an absolutely open scene

And even if I took the long ones
Combined them with the short
And words flowed undone
Which led me to a report

Of the will that centuries will bring
That all of life has led me here
And you know almost what sting
Will travel through my ears

Between the gain the mighty shroud
Which makes us all so very proud

Pop Sonnet #6122

Somehow I am looking at this like it is huge
But other angles keep me in check
Because what shoots down the deluge
And rewrites items trek

Which is why the only thing I bite
Is the courage to go from
One place to another without a fight
That made you think of some

Type of dream you will forget someday
But some things were built to last
And when you kneel down to pray
The courage comes so fast

There is a picture of a slight
Which reminds me of the other night

Pop Sonnet #6123

And to look even at the marker that follows
Which begins to reveal the quantity
Of not only words but lines and swallows
The whole context in one deity

That keeps me swinging before I turn
And when the ultimate fix sets in
There is a question that you burn
Which leads me to the win

And between the backwards settled
The groove comes fading in
And went to feel the nettled
Whenever you go and when

The reaction that you had was stable
And you somehow program cable

Pop Sonnet #6124

But honestly the flow is steady
And I will take this all to the end
Where things remain so ready
And kept me there to bend

And that does not mean I am immune
But I have always spread the love
And when the smallest type of a tune
Becomes a hit track enough

And when there is a smaller release
The stirring of the machine that sleeps
Which is the thing that creates peace
But whatever she keeps

Is the essential to be engulfed always
Where at the momentary plays

Pop Sonnet #6125

Precisely what I was describing
Kept me taking a turn
Where someone is already imbibing
And smoked it all to burn

And that is just what I had taken
The reticent was equipped
And when no one knew the forsaken
That may have really tripped

A wire and lost the show
Where somehow anyone can dance
And to purchase where you go
The operation chance

But that is just like you to take attention deep rending
Where plans were always here to be sending

Pop Sonnet #6126

And now that the slide turned down
The ski lift is accomplished rest
Which will settle in a new sound
With whatever type is best

And that is really why I crave
The ultimate attention lift
Where I will always get the grave
And turn a logic shift

Which for me is only in a creative sphere
But that does not deplete
Because without science all would clear
Away and nothing would complete

Which really is a symbiotic relationship required
That everything matches up to the wire

Pop Sonnet #6127

So if the steady trip is vague
And you cannot seem to make it to the last
But whatever type was coming of age
And I was still going kind of fast

But I think I lost a step back
Before I turned forward time
And now the clock is black
Which means we have the dime

To see what out of the loom shines
And beyond the magic fountain
There is someone in the blinds
Flying up the mountain

And if that will promise to
The every word I say to you

Pop Sonnet #6128

And that is really all I could think about
When you were getting at service
And if there was a handled doubt
The voices make me nervous

About twenty away and I am turning back
But in the delivery the final is approved
That even though the four things I cannot rack
My mind to forgive myself mood

That was about to change colors and follow your leap
And maybe after a reckoning I can look out
For the desperate attempt to return the steep
Which nearer to the top no doubt

But that does not mean I will challenge all the heat
Time to look around and hurry to retreat

Pop Sonnet #6129

That is why I cannot seem to imply
The course of further skipped
Which is the paradigm you cry
And once in awhile tripped

And that was like a flashback then
That day I saw the changing colors
And like I woke up even when
The flood was all the dollars

That did not work but I have to move
Which means the sedentary loses
And when I harken to prove
Whatever door she chooses

Properly to walk behind a greatness in a shell
Which really in the end will remove us all from hell