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
22 hours ago

Petal soft lips
A taste, a kiss
Exhaling all of your love
Into me

  Reposted by Brook  ·  2 days ago
Joe Malgeri
Joe Malgeri
2 days ago      1 day ago

We’ve tailor created the concept of sin,
Then imposed our creation and judged everyone.
We sentence, label, and decide who’s offenders,
We create our own judgment to judge our own standards.
While bloodthirsty D.A.’s are selling your son,
The God-Playing Judges are drinking your blood.
Their halo’s so tight that it cuts circulation,
But man is an animal, and animals can’t sin, they survive!

Our primitive Christian construct of sin,
Has sustained organ grinder’s control once again.
With guilt as a tool for the Kings of the hill,
When our emotions turn on us against our own will.
It isn’t your law but it’s expected to be,
You can’t break a contract when you didn’t agree.
Yet white-collar criminals still laugh to the bank,
But man is an animal, and animals can’t sin, they survive!

We’ve tailor created our churches for cash,
Where many walking commercials believe they buy class.
Zookeepers who’d lie for a good seat in Hell,
Leave the wealthiest graves when the cemetery’s filled.
Is sin a diversion for power and greed?
Have we even used God as a source to our means?
These wolves in sheep’s clothing, I’m sure he must see.
But man is an animal, and animals can’t sin, they survive!

Joseph A. Malgeri - 11-29-88 Copyright
#sin   #power   #wolf   #animal   #survive   #greed   #commercial   #church   #diversion   #cash  
Brook
Brook
2 days ago

We enclose, impose and expose ourselves
As poets we do not see in black and white
Instead we use words to paint the countless colors
In between
Our stars align
Misalign
Great works of emotion
Spilled out from sore and joyous hearts
To reach the hidden cavities of those who read them
We are the dreamers, the night time schemers
Filling up afternoons with sunshine
Midnight walks with moonlight
Hold our heart, feel the weight of the world
Hold our gaze and see it

Brook
Brook
4 days ago

Vines of apathy stunt the growth of many
Listlessly moving through their day
Burdened by our way of surviving
Cold, without empathy

Where has our compassion gone?
Things cannot console you when you need a warm touch
A hand to hold
A sympathetic ear

We, all of us, are made of star dust
Cosmic stuff
Coursing through Big Bang engineered veins
Yet fluoride calcifies our connection with that energy
Pineal gland silent, radio waves dead

Nature is in harmony, was
Until us
Now she has lung cancer, poisoned waters
Fields of dust that go on for miles and miles

What have we done?

Clean energy, Eco-friendly products
THE KNOWLEDGE TO GROW OUR OWN FOOD
Is at our fingertips
Big Corporate wants you to stay dumb, numb and greedy
Feeding their insatiable need for more with your own


If you look closely, real close
Starting with your own actions and priorities
You will find that what once was a co-habitation with us in the mix of this great planet
Is now us at the top, alone

Research your pineal gland. Learn how to garden. Take up a hobby that heals your soul and helps others.
Brook
Brook
7 days ago

There are days where I stay in you all day
Wrapping soft sheets around my exhaustion
Hiding from the world
Mostly you are made though
Meticulously tucked and folded
Into an Icelandic grey satin present
My fingers itching to unwrap you
Yuletide greetings all cozy and warm
To a sore frame in need of rest
I accomplish much on these days
Inner turmoil organized
A place for everything and everything in it's place kind of reassurance
Although I would be lying to myself if I said these days are my favorite
There is such extreme freedom in being able to tell the morning to fuck off
Turn over into your pillow
Stay there.
All day.
Rarely does this urge pass my frontal lobes
sometimes I just cannot help myself

  Reposted by Brook  ·  Oct 21
Sverre G Holter

I know you worry at times,
That I look back in affection.
Songs, moments, memories.
That I cover them up and keep
Them alive.

You were tougher at first.
Perhaps not as in love as now.

You're afraid to be fooled.
But I'm no fool.
I don't waste time on half-
Assed love.
I either do, or I don't.

I love you. Her,
I don't.
Past is what it is.
It's all in the name.

I only have
Room for one red rose  
In the carry-on luggage of my life.
So I picked you carefully.
Nipped a few thorns of doubt
From your stem that hurt you
More than my hand.

Looked lovingly upon all the
Petals we have in common;
Values, tastes, loves, histories...

Wrapped you gently within
Safe layers and a shared sense
Of compromise.
Put you down slowly into the
Compartment marked
Other Half,
And walked on.

I believe in winning  
By the rules.
None of my doors are locked.
None of my poems are inked for
Another's heart.
All I have is ours.
All I am is yours.

I have faith in faithfulness.
I go by few books, but one
I follow above all others.

I believe in loving
By the rules.
All other victories are lies.
That's why they call it
Cheating.

  Reposted by Brook  ·  Oct 21
Anubis the Philosomancer

My sense of humour
is a bit of a defense mechanism
against the nature of Life, itself.

To be able to laugh
in the face of adversity
is neither incredulity or irreverence,
but, rather, the opposite:
it is courage to face it head on
and to take it for what it is
and to make amends with it,
for better or for worse.

 
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