Pop Sonnet #7560

When the doubt floods through the stream
The images free fall into the oblivion
Which leads me to the simple seam
Of where no one can rely on

The idea that you had to make
A circle that depends on you
For in the very inner lake
There is a drive simple true

Was an object to revise
And shuttle with the cold inside
Was here beyond the level guise
Had been left there beside

There was a real struggle in the final return call
Was information playing to the very fast fall

Pop Sonnet #7561

And that is all it takes to get to where
The courage springs eternally
And lift your damage in the care
Was programming who to be

And if you need me to belong
That is where I have the frame
There inside of the new song
Was a disappearing game

And if I get to that elusive kingdom
Ever far from my mind
Was developing the ring that thing comes
For the level of the kind

And that is where I turn it down
Flat information can be found

Pop Sonnet #7562

I would have to challenge the list
Before turning back to dust
Was there in demonstration gist
Was elemental in the bust

There is a sentiment rewind the clock
Was pushing for the final hour
Was wound up like a block
And decisions came for the shower

Was already looking for memory steady
And channel the cold in the hidden
Was planned by the ones that were always ready
When you are already ridden

Of the facts that channel disposed reminds
Was in front the way to lines

Pop Sonnet #7563

And if you wind up the speaking will perform
There below the wasteland separate ride
Was in the whole eternity storm
Into the very open side

Was already inside the brewing company
That placed me into the crane
Was here as far as you could take any
And that belongs to the lane

Where the shipyard was enormous
And the spawn was plenty ripped
There was a gateway formless
And once in awhile clipped

That could be the next take I could walk
There right beside the chalk

Pop Sonnet #7564

And everything flows like a nature bend
There is a certainty that levels the grain
Was here beside what could be the wind
And kept you right here main

Was in the involvement at the hill
Where you could count me out
That left me with familiar will
And was to resound without

The only energy I take beside the pages left
Was here to take a siren rush
There was just a grand amount of heft
Left you in the touch

Was here to remind you of the thing
That caused you to want to sing

Pop Sonnet #7565

It is nearing to the back of lost gardens
There could be figures at the middle
Where someone came to harden
And was granted like the whittled

Which was a stick with a front line
And kept me in the information sticks
Was right next to the dining time
And picked it up for the fix

And I was going to at least try to get
But the damage was too heavily boiled
Was dropping to have a new bet
There so sounding like they toiled

And there is so much to this press
I would have to stand and bless

Pop Sonnet #7566

No ride will question the maker when port
Was thrust into mixes so all the way
Was next to a letter in the sport
Never mind that we can illustrate the play

Was the clock beside the bed
And that will lead to listening
There were only images bred
For whatever marches into the sting

And that is why I could not shake
The feeling that I feel
Which unstoppable awake
There is a newer deal

That keeps me in the firmly pressed
Was the entire memory dressed

Pop Sonnet #7567

And all I needed was to wind it up
For what it is worth I was almost done
But somewhere in that lengthy cup
I see the importance of being number one

In the middle of the room there are champs complete
There is a position so framed in life
Was the difficulty to defeat
There was a brand of strife

That led me to believe you had changed
Before the governing body moved
Was all that candlelight could arrange
When setting about to prove

There is a formula so wound
I could never once be found

Pop Sonnet #7568

When you need a chalice gray
There is a simple heaviness lost
There could be an ideal way
To get next to the tossed

Where there are ideas melting together
And the line blurs almost in an instant
Was learning about the ways of the weather
Was led back to the plant

And that is the stare that takes the chalice
Was furthermore whipped in shape
There could be the object of the palace
And was all that could be on a tape

Which having a collection of stirs up emotion
There when searching for the magic potion

Popp Sonnet #7569

And now I am beyond the pass so fraught
Before my I eyes I consider strength
And was feeling like I caught
Was a cloud at length

That could preach to me without a drop
And that is where I understand
The simple timing in the stop
Was pushing me into the land

And that is where the problem started
But has now been all the way resolved
Was interesting how you parted
Someone came to haul

There is a certain limit to the dining in the train
Was settled completely in for this new vein