Between Midnight and 3am    1986 -   
Sea salt and tentacle love letters scatter into my aromatic wind like snowfall in the artic. Prevalent. Soft, sweet layers of flowery smoke linger in my midnight lungs. Dark secrets revealed here. Passions unleashed. Blood, bone, twisted thoughts and wet, saturated desire await the prying support of your curious eyes. Come hither...


These ink bled lines
Are not your's
They are mine
Do not steal from me
Or with hook and anchor
At the bottom of my sea you'll be
Copyright Brook Ilges {1996-Present}
Sea salt and tentacle love letters scatter into my aromatic wind like snowfall in the artic. Prevalent. Soft, sweet layers of flowery smoke linger in my midnight lungs. Dark secrets revealed here. Passions unleashed. Blood, bone, twisted thoughts and wet, saturated desire await the prying support of your curious eyes. Come hither...


These ink bled lines
Are not your's
They are mine
Do not steal from me
Or with hook and anchor
At the bottom of my sea you'll be
Copyright Brook Ilges {1996-Present}
  Reposted by Brook  ·  20 hours ago
Anubis the Philosomancer

One can turn One's eyes towards Darkness,
One can turn One's eyes towards Light,
but I've found that it's most healthy
setting an eye quite firmly on each
with One's mind focused right in between;
while living right now before it's too late.

#meditation   #balance   #intention   #zen   #yang   #yin   #tao   #chi   #buddh   #allignment  
  Reposted by Brook  ·  3 days ago
Impeccable Space

<3                    
Pilgrims
Pagans
Poets
Stars

may
the
Force
<3     Be with us
Brook
Brook
3 days ago      2 days ago

I pulled at your edges
Soft, straight lines at first
Then thick, caterpillar fuzz spirals
Echoing into the vast expanse
Of your deep under ground
No map or metal
To shine within those dark caverns
But the deeper I traversed
I noticed a glow
Stumbling upon soul fire
Left out here in the wild
Explains your constant thirst for foreign soil under bare foot
Chasing oceans of sand
Just to drink the same vent-salted water
Our tongues entwined over powers with sweet
Feeding the high of a new sunset sky
This place inside, it is golden
True
It's holy and priceless
Completely you

  Reposted by Brook  ·  5 days ago
wolf spirit aka quinfinn

after she was through
creating the heavens and the earth
she finally got around to you
sure, there was light,
and space, and the oceans
and the rivers, the mountains and the fields
and the infinite space beyond..
things you could never touch completely
but then...
she made the girl who loved you
you knew who she was the moment you met
and a friendship blossomed
she was there for you
she always was
she always shall be
but she knew, within her heart
(and you did too)
she was the only girl for you
i may be human, a fool, an old hippie
oh yes, it's true..
but where you are now
i have been there too
and if i could turn back the hands of time
i would gladly trade places with you
for you hold within your hands
that thing which comes once in a lifetime
you have found, or it has found you
but there it is
you know it's true
there she is in front of you
and i'm gonna tell ya,
and tell ya true
you only get one
girl
who loves
you

yes, she created woman, too
in her own image
why do you think men
worship her?
Brook
Brook
5 days ago

I am derelict
Heaven sent
Down in the puddle
With my eyes to the sky
I'll never forget the feel of your secret silk
As it slipped through my fingers
All of the light in the world
Captured between our parting gaze
Sacred soul fire raging
Then in a whisper dying out
Lucky me I kept the spark
Enough to keep burning
Long after you have been gone

  Reposted by Brook  ·  Jan 17
JWolfeB
JWolfeB
Jan 16

Worn rough below my eyes
Growing without apology
9 months of love
My face has stayed warm
Thanks to you, beard
Storms fall weak to you
The wind a faint tickle
A smile in disguise
Your warm embrace
Has held me captive
Cheers to many more days
Of hugging my face

Felt like a funny and ridiculous poem. Been growing the beard for 9 months now. Excited to get to my yeard.
Brook
Brook
Jan 16

Blowing candles
Twenty and nine
The supposed last joyous year of youth
I still feel 12

Many sorrows
Many great blessings
Ribbon together in bright May pole colors
This beautiful weaving of my life
I wear it close, this art work
For even the tiniest of words
Have effected it's pattern

Our age should mean no more than acquired wisdom
Like fine wine we sip on memories
I am no different
A toast to you Birthday Girl
Make a wish for me

Not ageless. Just forever young at heart:)
 
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