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Jul 2016 · 887
If the stars did die
Rhys Jones Jul 2016
If the stars did die
I wouldn't mind
If my eyes went blind
I couldn't find

Strolling the darkness
With souls like yours
Hearing the whisper
That binds us further

But
If the stars are bright
I'm grateful
If I can see light
I'm aware
If I can hear voice
I'm at ease
Apr 2016 · 412
The Further I Run Or Hide
Rhys Jones Apr 2016
The further I run or hide, I fall closer in love.

On a legal high - like birdsong.

I'm told to marry, share wealth, *****, and a home.

Or what's the point living?
Feb 2016 · 725
For Now
Rhys Jones Feb 2016
I feel an enormous serenity - floating in some lover's limbo.

Spectate the scene in silhouette.

While bittersweet coffee cuddles my palette.

I can finally breathe.

So why do I feel like a survivalist?

On a long haul where perceptions hinder.

For now I stay floating.
Feb 2016 · 440
Chianti, 1966
Rhys Jones Feb 2016
Care about old things to sell on
Living the memorabilia dream
What will you spend it on?
With blue-suede eyes
And polka-dot ties
What gives you a *******?

I can't live a middle-class dystopia
Where our class system's ******

Don't live to tick boxes and beam ceilings
Small minds without feeling
What's wrong with homosexual healing?

You converse on conversation pieces
I knock head on open-brick

Save it for your dinner guests
Jan 2016 · 386
désir
Rhys Jones Jan 2016
Too often, the frail mind of our bodies succumbs to desire.

Subhuman, neanderthal traits; where we want to love.

Or is that just a label for ****?
Jan 2016 · 797
#Untitled
Rhys Jones Jan 2016
This is
Another
Version

Trampled
Lusciousness

No one
Told me
Of
A paradisal
Ether

Where one
Can talk
Through
Black mirror

A symbol
Of neck
Pain

Artificial
Light
Stuttered
Communication

A message
Received

A naked
Body
Or
Satire

All transferred
Via satellite
To my
Jeans
Nov 2015 · 527
New Moon/Full Moon
Rhys Jones Nov 2015
In our stainless steel hearts,
Is watermarked love.

Copywritten/Forbidden

Inaccessible to other entity,
Or any other soul, brain, body.

Not sunken or deflated,
But soaring and everlasting.

Even when sunlight fades,
I wake next to you,
Another day.
Nov 2015 · 565
Amongst
Rhys Jones Nov 2015
Chloro green
Sandpaper brown
Contrasted elements
Amongst shattered wild

Sticks
Out in the sticks
Blinded by time
And peculiar brightness

I live in Cotswold grey
In harshness
And swollen greed
Of human reality

Guilty for want
Guilty for need
Helpless mind
Helpless body

To live in the sticks

— The End —