Steady Love, Chain
©2002 Ronald Lee Jr.
Oil droplets on cayenne red pepper gaush dust dirt sexual water breaking on your own stretched cotton canvas bleeding breeding upon your finger tips touching to your mane. From heavenly prayer, the once missing by under the covers risible you changes faster than a train. You've worked through tar and descriptive classifieds and you feel mesmerized, a teleologist, in your nose, mouth and in your face. Your great hall feast, the bread of life, sponge bathed coed wild nymph hot shower, to be with you, all dressing in honor white lace. Give My love, first hold hands...Give my love, my love, first hold hands, steady love Work on baby, baby in the cumber land. Give my love, my love, first hold hands, steady love Work on baby, baby in the cumber land. Rolling raison d'etre fields with a conjure of love, red sky at night, sailor's delight, my tye dye. Psychadelic projector screen scene, them love with A Fire's Hearth to the light and a winking eye. A saoshyant of my Woodstock documentary, sweet drink from the river swirl candy house factory and new snap tight vocabulary. My hands on her bathing suit hips bonding, lip bubble kissing and scrounging my notes from the industry. My prize poetry contest song lyrics with reception party from http://www.Chain.gq.nu. Give my love, first hold hands...Give my love, my love, first hold hands, steady love Work on baby, baby in the cumber land. Give my love, my love, first hold hands, steady love Work on baby, baby in the cumber land.

I've Realized, Chain
©2002 Ronald Lee Jr.
I was thinking back of one sweet sweet memory of a special angel holding hands in our dreams. I spent my money, spent mostly of having weekends, because three days later the big old academic trends. Brothers and sisters, remember how it feels when we are brothers and sisters when we are children.So, we must have been through things like I have then, some great and once in a while awful. I'm sure I always get someone to help me when I feel I need it, even a little coffle. Could've beeped my horn at the old lady crossing the street , she would've spilled her yogurt all over the street, can't go to no grocery store now, I spent the last year in worrying somehow. I'm overwhelmed I got hurt, superstitious and worried about the whole damn group of them. I hustle to much to even feel relaxed, a small problem. When I thought I could just call my mom, I was right. Well, now I see ten brothers and sisters worrying about the same things, it's not a problem tonight. Now I'm a little naffler, and that's ok, ok. Just like in the good old days, the good old days. Could it be I've realized to make it nice, you know when making mexican using spice, I want to hug the sweetheart I do know, I'm not the only one to want that though. Sometimes, people are alike without knowing it, Hell Yeah, how much power could we generate by saying the same words, like a little weird girl says, "hypocrite". Yeah, we are a nuclear reactor of hard work and feelings. It's weird and a wonder of how things workout, like a ten year old line of stitches, healing energy teas like ginseng and darjeeling. Maybe I've got my secret hackers to change my certain grades, I dream and fantasize in many ways, got the homework done this weekend that's better now, my mother sent me to the store to buy the whole damn cow. All the things I've learned as I grew could of been a shelf in the library or a night of camp fire talk, in commune. All the things I talk about with my friends May have been the most loved topics in the 1600's, you know, the trends. Now I'm a little naffler, and that's ok, ok Just like in the good old days, the good old days.

Measure The Earth, Chain
©2002 Ronald Lee Jr.
And I speak incandescently, au pose me frequently, give blood to society, society feeds unheard of needs. Walking down a rocky path, bringing on contentments wrath, hide my stash, gonna rehash the past now. Scorn your elder's integrity, nothing like apathy, resist mounting an easy ride, your own law may you abide. And I've washed my hands, cleaned behind my ears, supper was on the table, didn't eat still took my share. Rode the ship to that point, no relief, let me tell you Roy, so, I found my salt upon the earth, just like a fire's hearth. I know I took it slow, but, I do have one thing to show, I found It's not who you know It's all who you know. I talked about it in confession, Oh my god, what a blessing. Black haired Irish, Hunk, American Indian. Living on adoration, love and pure affection.

Colorized Scan, Chain
©2002 Ronald Lee Jr.
Lovers healing from all the worries you ever had with each other. Imagination of learning endearment, and the truth is what feels so elated. We roll up to the old River Shine Motel, no ones there the place is looking like hell, we grab a key and we take a free room and we spend an hour cleaning up the pool. Sunlight burning sight right through the maple leaves and my Grandfather telling me about the old woman's envy. Wet bushed stream and the tropical rainforrest land, colorized scan, naked all day, some chicken noodle, hand in hand. 400 people and we're packing the joint. We're bringing it back to our newly found point. 28 rooms at a Grant each, on the spot. Well, that's enough for a new neon River Shine Motel sign that's hot, hot, hot.

Watch Out, Chain
©2002 Ronald Lee Jr.
In love as being close licking up the cinnamon toast, sex in the air, my child with real long hair. The congregation of a loving dove, the passion of my bedsheets of my cuddle and my sex. The love on my mind the ice cream time, the limbo dance and the media love, I watch the 5 o'clock, oh yeah! Small checks and small payments from my fingers to my mane, loving it to myself, why complain. John saves me into college weekend apartment parties, six dollar broken screen fees and a thousand girls like it's supposed to be. Running together, "that's our style" says Sean, trying to understand the wonders of nature and being a man, with the stars and the dusk and the one Rock Band, she confides I love your touch and being with the man.
Busy hustling in the classroom people talking like it's out at the movies, "Gentlemen", 'huh', from the entire audience. Some kid singing in the back with his friends. "Do not do that, not on my time, not on my time, not on my time" the Teacher said.
"Wait, he's just singing, this is the arts, singing is a part of the arts" his Brother said. A smile and a hug from the man 'not on my time' hugged us and carried us out of that yelling, that day. Uncomparable smiles and love as we walked out of the hallways, that day. A kiss and a piggy back ride and all the students hugging too, A girl was so jealous so she came and hugged the pack of not on my time too! It made the sun emerge from the clouds that day, that day.
"Not on my time, Not on my time", he said. And the entire group was singing as we left the entrance. A high sounding saying swallowed of love, "Not on my time, Not on my time, Not on my time", the Teacher said.
I brought myself down on my knees, I prayed to the Lord to help me please. I confide, Lord I love you, Amen. My Lord he is a spiritual friend. My friends like to know I'm doing good. I'm making a living, like a cowboy should of would of could of might have done, I could play in all good fun. I save my money and I pay my bills. On weekends, snowboarding. I sit besides the fire's hearth inside the lodge and chill. In love as being close licking up the cinnamon toast, sex in the air, my child with real long hair. My girl and I, we rock the world, we throw apples on the shed and still, we kiss and love behind the barn and that's just one day one the farm. My girlfriend tells me that she loves me and that's the only way I'll have it, you see, first we kiss, then we feel so good inside and that's how I know love, I just can't deny you. The congregation of a loving dove, the passion of my bed sheets of my cuddle and my sex. The love on my mind, the ice cream time, the limbo dance and the media love, I watch the 5 o'clock, oh yeah. In love as being close licking up the cinnamon toast, sex in the air, my child with real long hair.