Been a busy weekend but the 100 sonnets are done. Here are #50, #75, and #100 for your enjoyment. I have a lot of editing to do on this stuff, but at least the writing is done. I am not sure when this will hit print, but I know what the cover will look like.

Sonnet # 50


A Walk

I thought to forsake God,
And be free of a herded thought,
Walk away from holy biblical sod,
That a Sheppard of souls did wrought,
Now the Father would not grateful,
That I would walk simply away,
My move was truly insightful,
I was just not a simple stray,
I traveled beyond their sight,
I passed through a desert of doubt,
Through shadow and light,
And found no one about,
There at last Nirvana was before my eyes,
Underneath blissful and blue colored blasphemous skies.



Sonnet # 75

Hateful Conversation

Let’s create a great disease,
Something that has no cure,
And kill whomever we please,
The tainted or perhaps the pure,
We shall not spare anyone,
From lofty places to far below,
Now Hate was far from done,
All his lurid thoughts I would know,
The further words of detestation,
Spoke of things that promised to be foul,
This was not pleasant conversation,
I was shown images that made me scowl,
When finished Hate grinned bright,
Its pompous lips the color of endless night.



Sonnet # 100

Simple Steven

Simple Steven did as he was told,
He lived and dreamed like everyone,
That never sought to be bold,
Cause rebellion was not fun,
So Steve worn a blissful and stupid grin,
Like all the other society clones,
They all lived in fear of sin,
Like religiously righteous drones,
The one day Steve did die,
He fell dead on a busy street,
No one even batted an eye,
Though his gravestone did entreat,
Here lies the man, who thought,
Should I believe what I was a taught?