Pop Sonnet #6360

And when things begin to shape
Into the vortex prism wild
The mystery to rely on tape
Will remain with the child

And I remember recording both sides
And versions were all mixed
The most you had to be there guides
And then things became fixed

Which is a distraction I must play
The consequence in hand
Where once I may make us gray
There is a turning of the sand

And when I escalate the facts
There are subjective ways to act

Pop Sonnet #6361

And when you run the rail all sent
There was a flight of captains
That settled me to take a hint
And return when they lapped in

The product turns to eventual gold
When everyone is in need
And wish that I was feeling less old
To push along the seed

And if you took a mile form
The other day we ride
Was here to be the object storm
And love to be by your side

So just release the flow that sent me here to make
An attempt at all the things that I never knew were fake

Pop Sonnet #6362

Ask from me the pattern and I will
Turn it into pop
Because I know the perfect still
Was never going to top

The way I could just freely ride
Through the gates of time inside the veil
Where there can be a present side
To make us all feel well

And you could have returned to me
I had to check the rhythm and meter
You may never really see
The source of my room's heater

So I will deliver strings all day to the new source
Wherever you will take me to the day we heard the force

Pop Sonnet #6363

That is always seeming random
But it probably has an order
There we live among the tandem
Was a proper border

That when you laugh into the phone
I hear the things that fly
All around I get so alone
Unless both you and I

Will get together on the field
And meditate the drawing
Where there is someone here to build
The way we can get conning

With the players on the deck that searched for records still
The one that I would drop to you has to make the fill

Pop Sonnet #6364

And I am glad I fixed the word
Because negatives are about
When you had learned about the bird
That was here with a doubt

And I will mix up my last sin
With everything that is new
To be a wave of all open
The level I see you

Inside the mind of relativity
There was a grip
Of music and the melody
Was here upon the trip

So be for me your only flame
Was to salvage my whole game

Pop Sonnet #6365

That sounded funny finally a smile
To the point that no one had
A perfect day in quite awhile
But nothing was that bad

I will pick up in the post
The day we kept on writing
Was to turn into a ghost
And then be so inviting

And there is so much I could do
Instead of being the same
The best thing you have made the crew
Was permanently the name

And I will drop into your vision
An animal that gave us the decision

Pop Sonnet #6366

That is already the better pipe
Which gave to me the idea well
That when you look the other type
Was here to keep the spell

And really if I make it through
There is not much to hang
Upon the lengthy days where you
Came to see the bang

And every time I portion off
The day will grow so weird
That even if I had the cough
The next time I see your beard

And I am already growing out the comfort level norm
There was something in the face that was the ideal warm

Pop Sonnet #6367

This must be a newer living way
That kept me practicing the spell
There I see you all today
And was the final tale

That I could spin a thousand days
And spend them in syntax
Was to question the whole maze
That came to hide the backs

And if I made it to your house
In time to shuffle much
There was a perfect type of blouse
That I like when you touch

And there is someone planning here
Maybe you will be severe

Pop Sonnet #6368

I had really to let go
And now she is on my mind
But when you already know
The type of rarity in the find

That when I press upon your lips
And pull back your approach
There we take the other trips
And where you go to coach

And I am getting tired of
The same ideas coming out
But I think when I am in love
A day is like a route

To keep the air all turning fast
When everyone was almost cast

Pop Sonnet #6369

And now that we have changed the rest
Into a placement gaining speed
There the way we take the nest
Was something I should heed

And when I can feel my throat
In need of some kind of smoke
There is a tobacco boat
Makes it sound so broke

But I think that the money comes
And I will keep the skull fund going
That was about to make the Rum
Into a hundred knowing

That here you see I have to go
Along with ideals that will grow