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}
Brook
Brook
1 day ago

Bleeding through like milk ink art
Your eyes splash the morning with color
Cobalt, sea foam and jade
I want to paint you
Paint you with my adoration
All silky acrylics and soft oils
Sweeping across the canvas of your smile
With the brush of my tongue
My fingertips
I would add to your already glowing masterpiece

  Reposted by Brook  ·  Jul 7
wolf spirit

i don't remember how old i was when i first began
to notice the opposite sex as special and interesting
but it was in England at the age of twelve when all the
mysteries of feminine pulchritude were revealed to me
for the very first time.

i came home from school one afternoon and found a
copy of Playboy lying on my bed, i opened the slick glossy
mag and began turning the pages, seeing all myriad of sexy
poses and parts of women i had never before witnessed
i was so totally engrossed in the visions before me that i didn't
notice when my father entered the room and was standing
behind me..i heard his familiar voice say, "my, she is a healthy girl
isn't she?" i looked up and he was smiling and i asked
when he put the mag in my room. "i didn't get it for you, son.
talk to your mom"

almost on cue, mom came in the room and owned up to
the purchase, saying "i want my son to understand the complexities
of the female of the species and not have to get misinformation
from boys his age who have to sneak around and sidestep
something as beautiful and healthy as sex. my son is not gonna
be a drooling maniac and filth mouthed misogynist"

i don't think mom ever realized it, she may have later on in
life, but she saved me from ignorance and made me both
adore and appreciate the fairer sex. we were allowed to speak
openly and raise any questions in my family, and for that , i
consider myself blessed to have had such a gentle introduction
to the complexities and nuances of human nature.

what it boils down to is this. if you don't teach your children
the facts of life and hide sexual behavior behind a wall of guilt and shame they will grow up to have serious insecurities and psychological complexes. children do, indeed, live what they learn.

responsible, informed and intelligent
or
ignorant, bad mannered and reckless.

these are the choices and their outcomes

i am grateful to have been raised in a household which both
taught and embraced sentient awareness of the world in which
we live.

even in this environment i remained shy and reticent
with girls until i was fifteen, but when i finally got up
the courage to approach and interact with them, well...
as they say...the rest is history

i think of and miss my parents every day
they were my life's greatest asset and gift
  Reposted by Brook  ·  Jul 7
brandon cory nagley

Poetry,
Get's me so high every day...







┬ęBrandon nagley- ( Lonesome poet's poetry) trademark

#poetry   #high  
  Reposted by Brook  ·  Jun 29
Brandon
Brandon
Jun 29

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  ·  Jun 28
Shenanigus Rex
Shenanigus Rex
Jun 28      Jun 28

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

  Reposted by Brook  ·  Jun 26
Shenanigus Rex

One has two choices in Life:

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

Brook
Brook
Jun 26

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.
 
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