Pop Sonnet #6600

I already know the mess
On the fingertips so stained
And if you were to undress
I would see there reigned

Another king on holy high which set upon the throne
An idea so vacant so pure and golden
Was about to know which would hone
The skills before the holding

That would have been for you the gate
Which always applies decadent laughs
And was here to match with fate
Before you look into the shafts

That were set up to guide you down
It was just as long to town

Pop Sonnet #6601

Seems so strange that there is one at a time
I can never get used to that pressure
Because when I am about to climb
And when you stare at the treasure

There is a lobe that becomes numb
And all else is subservient as well
The brain that you can feel so dumb
Unless there is no hell

Because I do not think that any farce
Would darken into magic strength
That was about to deck the sparse
With spots of dissipating length

That were to me the flowers of songs
That already made there way to belong

Pop Sonnet #6602

I have never sculpted though the idea is right here
To push along a continuum
To get back to the leer
Which spread around the cycle drum

And was for me all that I wanted
Before you looked at present grove
The simple ideal in the fronted
Was just as gone and wove

Before you look at me that way
Remember where the other books
Were somehow making it there that day
And could have docked in looks

Alone for what I feel deep within
Could you get the race to end

Pop Sonnet #6603

If right now the light grew dim
And I could not find my way
Wonder if the situation limb
Was feeling all half gray

Like shooting energy from your hand
And whatever else you enjoy
There we step upon the sand
With ideas to deploy

And if it was not very cold
I would find a way
What is now the object hold
Was here to begin to pray

And I would keep for you the lid
Like you collected as a kid

Pop Sonnet #6604

Which brings up another interesting fact
About the disaster in the lead
Where suddenly you know the act
And once in awhile bleed

In valuing the criss cross fate
There we see the pain
Coming back in vehicle skate
That was about the lane

That opened up in fragile pass
The wave of openings never stopped
Which puts me right there with the lass
And was about all topped

By learning in a phase of dread
There we see the paranoia fed

Pop Sonnet #6605

I was about to give up on her
When I realized she was still
The best days right now will occur
To return the heavy bill

And when you ask for simple favors
The idea is that the half was hard
And to be on the other half of the waivers
To get your brand new card

That is about where all the mounting presses
The very day when you were good
Never mind when someone stresses
Over nothing that they should

And right now my stomach wrenches
Could have been the only trenches

Pop Sonnet #6606

That is bad enough and could be worse
The dried up feeling in my mouth
And the pain on my arm to brand the curse
That will be on my forehead south

That was about to cycle me in
To a wave of messed up track
The very doubt I find you win
Was here in the black

That dressed like death was rising
And was taking names and hits
There we already had been sizing
Was there in the whole pit

That was digging upward but still climbing forth
The ecstasy was left up north

Pop Sonnet #6607

Just glad to be out of the woods
And soon those combos will subside
Except that every so often they will goods
That option was the ride

And I guess there is on this time here
A place where always matching
There could be another gear
That was here doing the catching

And if you think this is the worst
Because you cannot relate
And the favorite lyrics burst
To the beholder's fate

That is where I take the clue
And size myself up for you

Pop Sonnet #6608

So to get the thirst taken care of slow
The dryness still keeps me fighting
That would be the channel to glow
Along with paradigms inviting

That were already in the cave
And staring into space
The freedom that will come to save
The day for that new case

And I am never in your presence now
The ideal was taken back
When all the tomorrow's allow
The mystery we left in the sack

Which for me presented chemistry
To the very object of the plea

Pop Sonnet #6609

So much to do but never wanting
The level of the burn is great
Where someone else had come from hunting
And was the next to rate

The blast in which you saw the smoke
Rising in a cloud
There we get each other to poke
With nothing here too proud

That is why I see dots and bleeps
The smell is so strong right now
And when you push us into sleep
The villain is to plow

The road you cannot enter
Meet me somewhere after the center