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
Chris Fracc
Chris Fracc
4 days ago

Should this go as unspoken words
Lost in your eyes, you sing me the world
I want you, you know, though it's hush
Not right to talk about it
But I feel you, sink in skin, your ink
I had to write about it
Something so right about this
Come dance, don't speak
Let's not dance around it
I am not complete, I'm broken to pieces this is not the right time
But who's keeping track
Let's just laugh about it, one more song late in the night
Tonight, can be the answer
Me and my gypsy
Tipsy dancing
All hesitations just fall away
Peel me back
Hesitations fade
Questions, don't question, or question after
Let thoughts fade, save that for one more faithful day
Right now it's two breaths
Two beats, two bodies
Foolish grin
Full body view
Fluent spin
Too much distance, pull you in
Face to face
One messy situation
So many reasons to stay

And I know
If I'm to be the one to walk with you
I can't hesitate, the way I see it
Hesitate to hearbreak
If I'm the one to dance with you
My feet must move
He who hesitates is the fool

I'm supposed to be focused on writing music for someone else....but I got distracted and some personal songwriting leaked out
Brook
Brook
7 days ago

Your side of the bed
Is not the same
Without you in it

Brook
Brook
Mar 14

She pearlized the stage
Slippery, conch shell translucent
Dancing on air it seemed
Or Venus rising from open seas
I could not break away my gaze
As her cresting form broke the waves
Rolling me under just as easily
As root torn kelp in stormy late spring

  Reposted by Brook  ·  Mar 13
Chris Fracc
Chris Fracc
Mar 13      Mar 13

Indeed this is haunting
Daunting darling the task at hand, how do I handle this new view
You've sunk in, at the first sight, and I can't remove the muse
Useless I perceive to keep pushing this weight, you weigh on me
There must be something to it, I can't budge the thought of you
It's getting hard to breathe
Through my life of travels I've kissed many a homeward ground
Made up many a messy bed, hidden from many a messy truth
But never have I been so lost, and for so long,
It's been a clear and present dawn, I fell early but tried to work around
Since you first enlightened my head
Never took so long to catch a captured breath
Give it back lady
Before I catch my death
I stood quiet in effort to escape a painful heartfelt purge
I stayed away
I read from a distance
But your rhythm has that sound I've never heard
Freedom for most an aberration, but you master the word
I can picture your bare feet pitter the paths of this wide eyed world
I hope you see the lands natural beauty, it's the beauty that your beautiful eyes deserve
I'm good at keeping up an appearance, but dancing feet are taking me in several directions, everyone leads to a closed eye vision of your beautiful face
It burns, like fireside
The flicker outlines my weakened state
I know that I am foolish, I'm a fool for falling over the unattainable perfection she is,
That is the aching I've expressed
I know that I am tripping on my tongue that's tied in knots,
It's my brashness, my idiocy, I'm an uninvited guest...
Dandelion wild choking on words forget me not
Radiance doesn't begin to explain the instant I recall
Line after line like profit prophetic scratched upon my walls
I go back time to time, when in need of inspiration
Taking in the song of enlightened siren call

Geez I've been inspired, but this is ridiculous:) life spills beauty, catch it when you can, and let it know how appreciated it is
Brook
Brook
Mar 13      Mar 13

I am a whisky drinker
A moonshine slinker
I've got banjos on the brain
Unwilling to share my name
Soft and subtle with no E
Talking your ear off skillfully
Stopping to share bread with those on the road
Spreading sunshine and laughter wherever I go
Our paths will cross, I hope so indeed
May we share a jar and a story or three
Hugs are given with heartfelt intent
I hope you never know a cold winter spent
Without the hope of the warmth to come
If you need a reason I'll give you some

Thank you for the inspiration. It is always welcome :)
Brook
Brook
Mar 13

I am shattered lands
Tectonic plates bucking against the heated pressure
Of each word you utter
Vesuvius verses Pompeii
With gypsy tips I've got these tricks
Leaving you breathless
Panting after in great belching strides
The slightest wave of my hand
Your a step away from erupting
Steaming up my control panel
Moisture slicking the pathways between here...and here.
Blow your top honey
I've got a village for you to cover

Brook
Brook
Mar 12

This internal cataclysm
Incurable but I am hoping
That my mid-twenties tragedy will transform
My biological clock into a vortex
Sending me shooting forward to see that I am divine
Then back again to this impending mortality
I cannot see the future, endless
Possibilities take form in the shape of current faces, places
I often wonder if in fact I am as I claim
"OK"
Words like strong, will of iron and resilient
Pair with my story when told by others
My version is much more malleable
More like gold in the hands of Hephaestus

This is not an invitation to mold.
 
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