Pop Sonnet #6080

Ran the track with several turns
The leading of a narrow scheme
And when the morning burns
The breaking of the dream

That will illustrate the festive
And give where factions cease
And where a final new give
Will develop into a single point at least

And that is why you have for me
The license to process school
And that is why you look at free
As though they were the spool

Of a thread that made it far to go
Which really makes me want to know

Pop Sonnet #6081

It just seems like the discipline is varied
And course to make it fine
And when you get buried
There is a point in line

And that is why I only wrote
The least you do is run
Which regulated votes
And gets everything done

Unless this is a minor page
The rating flips around
And then the test is soon with a mage
To battle when the pound

Comes rushing in and fabricates
The very idea was already great

Pop Sonnet #6082

And everything starts flying around the room
Like a ghost is dreaming
Than you can press the tomb
And once in awhile seeming

Like there is a rush of fate implied in organized
The rip of cadence down
And was already in realized
That once in awhile you drown

The cousin that I never see
Is really a close friend
I just do not know how to see
Which one to send

To go to the final walk to the treasury vault
Which never was thought to be your fault

Pop Sonnet #6083

So when you look right at the number
And nothing seems to register
Which could be cutting into dumber
Calls that make you heavier

And that is why I refrain from differences
Between the text and what I write
Because it comes out like senses
Unless there was no one to invite

And it seems hard just to move
Let alone build a pop sonnet
Which that is the endorsement I approve
When nothing could be gone yet

And that is why I look at the screen
To see which way I should lean

Pop Sonnet #6084

And every motion I relate to
Will purposefully thank
That was already in you
And require the rank

And when the operation is returning
There is a faction scene
And kept us from burning
And when you knew the way to lean

When every call is under
And I have been kept out
And anything goes hundreds
Next time you go back about

To get to the point that only my brain
Carries me to the very next drain

Pop Sonnet #6085

After a passing moment I require
More of the thing I never thought
Which is why I set the choir
To the next certain bought

Which is all I have to do
To get the line I need
To chalk up points and move into
The wall is about to

Look at me when I escape
And there is a position to reveal
The fixing of the tape
And what you could do for a meal

That my voice is so mingled
With the situation that singled

Pop Sonnet #6086

Move through the coil returning falls
Which could have been all in my head
But after awhile you begin to see dolls
That come to life with someone instead

Pressing for the love that became my only street
And the rain was pounding the Earth
When my friend disappeared into the seat
And whatever he has for self worth

And that is why things began to run
With all that I could do to trap
And when you get the done
Settling for this coming lap

Which really looks like I am behind
But really am so ahead  to find

Pop Sonnet #6087

Choose to be someone with sparing
Chemical laces begin to mix
And when the drain is caring
To be in the middle of a fix

And with all the coordinated
Mixtures were of a vital move
And when the courage was rated
Into the next time groove

Which really for me said it right
And that is what I wanted
Unless you could see me tonight
I think the idea stunted

Which really for me does a whole new practice clear
When ranging from one to another gear

Pop Sonnet #6088

That means tomorrow is my new disc
To create after every hundred
Even in the beginning to risk
The involvement very under

Which keeps the potion foaming
And begins to remain
And was already roaming
Keeps me completely sane

And whatever you could press
To victory the situation closes
And was the position of stress
That is why things chose

To be on their own the inanimate press
That was about to move again unless

Pop Sonnet #6089

The contradictions always abound
When you make up the fine
And keep me in the sound
To require a new line

And we are willing to present at any time
That was already pushing drums
To the ultimate decision passing the grime
That appeared when we had some

And that is why I rest with ease
The spreadsheet always waives
The current flow that could release
A magic spell that saves

Which is what I need beyond this book
I might have to take a look