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 Jan 2017 Rhys Jones
Laura Jones
Inhumane humanity
We have created.
 Jan 2017 Rhys Jones
Laura Jones
Letter 'C'
Letter 'S'; compress.
Wrap it to the left side,
Now to the right.
Fibres sooth my skin,
Rough ****** against integument.
Take it from below me,
Kick it away.
My neck and jaw hold me;
Rapturous, my head is high.
6,000 Newtrons force elongated time.
Ancestry is blocked,
Origin destroyed.
Only twenty minutes,
Trachea gripped, cervical vertebrae;
I'm not kneeling.
Convulvulus arvensis
My roots are deep, hard to suppress.
Attenuated and twisted,
Sheathed around others;
Proceed to ween suoport.
 Jan 2017 Rhys Jones
Laura Jones
Abstract shapes of various colours
Congregate against the viridescent canvas,
Ready to worship the thing that was hidden away for so long; arcane.
Prodigious circles of many talents,
A constant rotation of life and death.
A long road with no end.
Or a deep ocean with no beginning?
While the verdency of eau de Nil possess such entities,
The black and yellow striped obscurities peculate life and confer to the triangles.
Obnubilate.
 Jan 2017 Rhys Jones
Laura Jones
Fallacious masks embodied with despondency and pessimism;
Darkened notions of subconciousness painted with an agglomeration of colours and shapes.
We are too naïve.
A plinth of porcelain holds an emptiness full of blasphemy,
As if it were an ornament of the prodigal son.
Our insides turn from white to crimson,
And the outside world maintains its tarnished brass colour,
Counterfeiting gold.
We are all covered in the inordinate dirt of our sins.
Wash your body well and let the blue lead you home.
 Feb 2016 Rhys Jones
W Winchester
I've never felt a body
next to mine, under mine
with different parts than mine.

I've never felt hands
around mine, beneath mine
that were bigger than mine.

I've never felt lips
that never wanted mine,
didn't seek out mine
wouldn't taste mine.

I've never slept with someone
who wasn't at least somewhat
mine.
So I ****** a guy
 Feb 2016 Rhys Jones
Keith Wilson
Trees

I am a peculiar tree
Growing half in rock
And half in the sea

The winter winds do bother me
I need the spring to set me free

I envy ivy trees
So full of green

I can't stop the gale
But I can change my sail

Keith Wilson  Windermere Feb 22 2016
 Feb 2016 Rhys Jones
Sjr1000
(Adult Content )

















"There was a smell of **** in the air "
So said Henry Miller.

Women in Love
in the old wood shed
He loved her ****
or
so he said.
Lawrence lingered in rooms
filled
with old echoes.

***
Eroticism  (hormones)
takes the body
Myth takes
the mind.

***** brain
where everything is
******  parts
T & A
**** and ***
Sell that soap
Cars love Shell Gasoline
Lenny Bruce
went down for that.

People have life force
some call it souls
Personalities
Lives on their way
Better get an AI robot
have it your way.

Objectify
Deny

What is this
****** stuff
anyway?

Get close
because I love you?

******* dreams
all night long?

Madonna/*****
Male or female
doesn't matter
either can be
either one.

The bed has been made
Looks like someone
must have had a
seizure
in
it.

Eroticism/Hormones
take the body
Myth takes the mind
But
When you come (***)
you're done.

Wait a half hour
start all over again
you know
when you're young.
 Jan 2016 Rhys Jones
Got Guanxi
Just because it sounds good. Doesn't mean it makes sense.
10w
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