Between Midnight and 3am   
Sea salt and tentacle love letters scatter into my aromatic wind like snowfall in the Arctic. 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 yours
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 Arctic. 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 yours
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  ·  4 days ago
Brandon
Brandon
4 days ago

It's in these moments
seldom and few
as they've become
where I feel an infallible loss
ricocheting against my ribcage
when I need you
to quiet the world around me
until I can find serenity
entangled in the lock of your lips
and the warmth of your heartbeat

  Reposted by Brook  ·  4 days ago
Shenanigus Rex
Shenanigus Rex
5 days ago      5 days ago

The happiest of people
don't have the best of everything;
they make the best of everything.

  Reposted by Brook  ·  7 days ago
Shenanigus Rex
Shenanigus Rex
7 days ago

One has two choices in Life:

accept conditions just as they are
or
accept the responsibility of attempting to alter them.

Brook
Brook
7 days ago

What an amazing day
For those who are Gay
A milestone long over due
Equality is universal
Should not be treated as adversal
We ALL should be happy for you

NO one should ever have the power to tell you who you can and cannot love, nor should they be ALLOWED (for that is what happened for so long) to make the decision on whether or not your ties to them are "legal". I am extremely happy for my LGBT friends who at long last can tie the knot and be recognized, as is EVERY human's right.
Brook
Brook
Jun 25

Let's go back
Those drawn out mornings of soft light and even softer touches
Sparkling dust motes floating mid-air
A vision of perfection twisted in love drenched sheets
I could stay in bed all day
Just listening to you breathe

  Reposted by Brook  ·  Jun 24
H A  Rivers
H A Rivers
Jun 4      Jun 4

The soothing warmth of the spring day
made the carpet of Buttercups’ cool touch,
titillate ardent sultry flesh.

The afternoon sun filtered through the maple grove;
enchanting the beauty where the branches throw
their favorite shades into the shadows upon the earth’s spring bouquet.

A poesy of wild flowers paint the atmosphere alive
from a sumptuous watercolor palette;  
their tantalizing pastel ecstasy, infuses a serene stillness.
Only the Song Sparrow’s yearning serenade,
harmonize with the tones within the blissful rapture;
a moment’s drifting whispered song.

The fragile Tiger Lilies hidden elegance
draws breath of heart level
with the wild Strawberry blossom coverlet.
Ornately elegant wild Irises, ballet about gracefully;
dainty Violet Violas adorn the cheerful grace
of a quintet of angels.

A poignant fragrance floated through the atmosphere
with  an  aura  of  rhapsody;
permeating from the double periwinkle  Lilac’s  mystical elixir.
Intoxicating a woozy presence, chimera stealing away honeysuckle kisses
from a moonstruck daydream, exhaling an inebriated sigh.

The air swirled, sending an inflamed ticklish chill over my body.
In a gentle puff of the aromatic breeze, flora released her essence;
I was awakened, as the dusting pollen left slightly scented traces
upon the aroused skin of  a  swollen  insatiable  appetite.
Knowing in this moment, in the euphoric shade of the shadows,

It's  nature's  way of telling me ...were are one...

Notes (optional)  June 4th, 2015 .........Thank you for reading :)

Since i need to take a step back for personal perspective...i wanted to
re-share something written when i first arrived here in May of 2013 feeling down hearted. with a wounded wing, heart on sleeve and a heart & soul badly in need purging, having lost my ability to express myself by making music...(now another 2 years come and gone)

Too bad HP does not have smell-i-vision because the honeysuckle is coming into full bloom and you could understand better, being left swoon in dreamful moments where i found these traces of a beautiful nature moment passed...everything about honeysuckle is quite erotic to me ~to much information ;)
Brook
Brook
Jun 18

There is no ancient living here
No holy
Just the only
Sparking flies of fire twinkling against twilight
I breathe in the exhaled breath of late spring
Feeling full but light all in the same motion
New moon cast no shadow here but I can still see her's
Outlined by star shine the gravitational pull of the divine
That lies within us all
The rains keep falling so that the air is tangible
A dancing partner when I thought I was alone
Feet fall in squishy patterns against grass that should still be forest
I hear their call, the wildlings
Wolf howl. Dove Coo. The slithery slither of night time creatures.
Spinning in circles through the darkness
Wishing I could but take their form for a moment and run free
Break apart from the day to day pressure
Of what is expected of me
Focus on the fire fly dance
Just keep spinning

 
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