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}
Brook
Brook
20 hours ago

I dance the twisted grind of twilight
As tambourine and sitar play
Heavy shadows of fog roll down off of mountain top
Firelight casting me fifteen feet high
Serpent goddess born of ash
My phoenix heart in tune with Saint Helen's expanding lungs
Primal
Crowd swells and ebbs around my writhing form
Each entranced by hip and shoulder roll
Amber eyes reflect pools of liquid gold
Sinking into the waiting palm of divinity
The scent of my arousal permeates  
I am  woman
I am  power
I am  life

Brook
Brook
20 hours ago

We have to learn to love ourselves
Before knowing the love of the world
For when we say "I love you"
We should be saying "I hope I am loving you the way you want to be loved"


Instead of focusing on being good enough
A very selfish view
We should pin point what makes us happy
The other's will surely follow soon
Down beaten paths that sing and dance
Across the patterns of the night
It's in this heat between you and me
Where we are building sacred light
I have never shied away from day
Nor held fast to rain so dear
All I feel is this burning flame
When your love shines pure and near

In the quest for connection we often lose focus of what we truly are looking for...acceptance from ourselves. If you have a hole, no one can fill it but you. That expectation, that kind of pressure can ruin just about anything it touches. Especially something as fragile as a human heart.
Brook
Brook
7 days ago

His fingers grew cold and stiff in the cradle of my own
Last breath rattled, marker of death
Innocence violently stripped away
Shell left, a hollow reflection
Those pieces lay in defeated slumber
For months the clouds gathered
Rain, soft and chilling
Lulled quiet the rage, tears fell
A violent gush coming dangerously close to flooding
All of the hidden cavities that remained
Until one day the sky opened
Hesitant rays like bird's first flight
Shimmered down with angelic serenity
Bringing warmth once again
My eyes squinted to adjust
Recoveries healing hand
Had finally reached out to sooth
The wounds remain, puckered, ragged edged
I will carry them like badges of honor
For you were worth fighting for
Your laughter still echo's
Plastering the walls of the hole you left behind
With saturated, hopeful colors

For Jeremiah. May you be soaring above these clouds. I have a kite string up there you may always grab ahold of incase you get too high.
Brook
Brook
Aug 14      Aug 14

Tender blossoms unfurl
Against a spring rain back drop
The forest is silent
To an untrained ear
A white tailed mother can hear a twig snap
Protecting her young from all harm
The finch can hear a cricket play
A filling breakfast for the quick to rise
Close your eyes...
The day slows, your lungs expand
In that space between heartbeats
you can hear the leaves breathing

An assignment of sorts.the subject being a leaf.
Brook
Brook
Aug 13

Your hands cup the mound of my soul
Blowing softly on dying embers
Sparking them back to life
Full flame
I've been walking solo
With a torn heart hidden
Your steps falling in tandem
Upon our crossing paths
Needle already threaded, waiting
Tears fell as you mended
Pulling on scarred edges
My spirit roared back to life
My vessel once more whole
Our steps became lighter
Weaving in and out
To the sweet rhythm of contentment
To the racing beat of adventure
No roots needed
I've got my home right here
For it is where the heart is

  Reposted by Brook  ·  Aug 12
Sverre G Holter

I
Worship.  
Yet,  
Am a man of

Distance. Admire
From
Afar.

Ground made Mountain
Great.

Woman made man
Man.
  
Love;  
Thus became
God.

I am the love
Of
Everything.

Distance makes
Star
Star.

  Reposted by Brook  ·  Aug 8
Kieran O
Kieran O
Aug 8      Aug 10

The bristle of rope against my neck,
Begins to gently soothe,
The animal behind my eyes,
It carves a lengthy groove,
Beneath my silent and sullen mouth,
It gnaws a little more,
Squeezing my ache another notch,
My life, an open sore,
But slowly I see the light doth fade,
My view begins to fall,
The lens on Life will start to close,
For the rope has set it's stall.

 
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