To Harken Too Mount

The crawl of the spider,

'ever so bold,

too the tops of the treed,

for the heat of the pole.

The bitter, the chilled,

the despair of know guilt,

claims what is felt,

the flame is not wrong!!

The crash of explosive,

ignites with a rite,

written with craft,

like it was waiting for soaked.

The wilds of nature,

the ride of the mount,

announces in a song,

the words are so strong.

The sound is so driven,

I seek out it's source,

why does the 'Verse' proclaim like a Force?

The play of the dance,

the Tunes of this 'Placed'

in Mind the pursuit,

of only one stance.

Wrote of 'The Times' I spoke of in rhyme,

now he is singing,

it's strangely appealing.

The 'kept' of an engine,

a firing played,

made roaring ablaze with coupling days.

Dealing

Now in such magnitude,

the thrusting made hard,

the inner of course,

spelled out in so-far.

The curse of a man,

brings on what is planned,

makes real the possible,

impossibly damned.

The ringing of sung,

the scene of such done,

increases the 'after' to this driven Factor.

The seed of the flow,

the coming of stowed,

makes hot what is ridden,

as if he has Bow!!,

and is sitting astride a Brand knew ride!!

Mounted

The ink in the quill will pour in your fill,

until the Pages of Full make real the Told.

The Laws of the Future,

rely on what's well,

the health of such thoughts,

may move as I plot.

The tension so grown,

the size in it's play,

the want outweighs sense,

the need is for recompense.

The lay in a bed,

the gallant portrayed,

it's all, ready made,

in the words that he spake,

a televised replay.

So my dear, my dark lord steed,

you're Blunt and knot stopped,

your service is plot.

the Mate has been checked,

and he produced set,

the words are now met,

without any doubt.

Don't forget your Wares,

the snug-fit....the t-shirt....the boots and the whip,

'cause when I unzip your jeans on this trip,

 you best be equipped,

with more than the leather of the coat that you where while.....

Out & About!!