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

In a sea of faces
Your eyes would be my anchor

  Reposted by Brook  ·  1 day ago
wolf spirit aka quinfinn

native pride
genocide
manifest destiny
open wide
cross the rivers
cross the streams
murdering mother
and our dreams
kill our people
take our land
move us to
the burning sand
is nothing sacred
to your kind?
buffalo depleted
wolf brother declined
rape our women
kill our braves
burn our villages
desecrate our graves
from across the ocean
you bring disease
bring a proud people
to their knees
infected blankets
and forked tongue
force your language
on our young
the trail of tears
and wounded knee
preaching peace
as you massacree
assimilation
apples abound
for every ounce
you take a pound
and still you want
to rape our earth
no concept of
earth mother's worth
you took the land
but we're here to stay
indian nation/first nation
will never go away

can you say holocaust?
Brook
Brook
3 days ago

I hope you woke up next to sunshine
A soft smile and sleepy eyes
To greet you come morning
I hope she lights you up inside
Loves you for you
Helps you to love yourself
I hope...

  Reposted by Brook  ·  Feb 24
Frank Ruland

This poor boy got a condition
This man ain't got no woman
I'ma here beggin' da question:
"How do I fix dis hard'in?"

So here I'ma singing, *"Blue Ball Blues,"
I got me a good harmonica,
but if I could choose,
I'da pick a good girl named, "Monica."

No, no, no... I don't need all night
Just gimme dat one good minute,
with a good girl. Dat'd be alright
I'll be singing, "Dat done did it."

Dem Blue Ball Blues ain't no fun
Dat strain in my pants killin' me slow
Please, will you excuse da pun:
I got no place to... Come or go

I'ma hopin' some pretty thing come my way
to help dis man find some relief
I'ma hopin' soon, one fine day,
dat dese Blue Ball Blues give no mo' grief

Haha, I hope y'all find this more funny than perturbing. All in good humor

P.S. Lzzy, if you see this, you're the only girl for me!!!!!! <3
#funny   #blue   #sex   #blues   #humor   #torture   #deprive  
Brook
Brook
Feb 19

Two years gone
Willow-o-the-whisp whispers
Fleeting in those final moments
Yet standing stark as limestone monuments
Now that time has passed
Many things I let slip soft as silk against your feverish skin
Hoping that they wound their way through the fog of narcotics
Finding the struggling will of your spirit
Easing your decision to soften your hold
How could I explain that your vessel was failing
You knew in the slowing of your heart
The stressed racing of mine
I could believe you smiled though your features lay lax
Last breath eased out in exhaustion
Finding peace after a well fought war
Two years gone
I still feel you here

Two years ago today you passed. Still loved. Still missed.
Brook
Brook
Feb 16

In the quiet light of morning
Sleepy slumber eyes
Meet my sunny, smiling gaze
Heaven is as personal as our gene structure
This heaven is mine

Brook
Brook
Feb 12

My heart sleeve is tattooed and scattered
Four wind corner scars
Crisscrossing like battle lines
I've drawn in this sand of mine
The roar of your cannon's memory
Explodes loud and clear
Over the muffled cries of those that marked before you
Their leaving was more like a land mind
Blasting craters in my giving soil
That have since filled back in
Where as you hurt as Namazu would
Without Kashima to guard
Ripping my earth apart

Everyone leaves a mark, no matter the size. Our lives are not but memory and those memories can both hurt and heal.
 
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