I wish

I wish

I wish that you had my imagination.
So you can look into my dreams.
I wished you could see so you would know me.
My words are that of a fool trying to find there way to you.
My life is incomplete without the joy that you bring.
You were my rose. The single bright joy of life in the vast desert plains.
I wish I could explain the emptiness inside.
To show you what you truly mean to me. 
To shine the light on life that you represent.
I wish you could feel my heart if only for a moment.
To feel the pain that I feel just to shed a tear with me.
My passion is never ending and I would travel the world just to see the light of you.
I'd cross the oceans just to be near you.
Words have no meaning next to you, there power holds no grounds in expressing the love I feel for you.
I wish you understood what I mean when I scream Geronimo cause then maybe you would understand me.
I wish that you had my imagination.
So you could look into my dreams.
And then you would understand cause you would only see youreself. And you would see what I see, perfection.
I wish...

By Matthew Branton

Quotes

Compatiblity is the key to happiness, perfection only exists in the fading memories of our waking dreams, and love is always within reach of those who are willing to embrace it. But few are willing to truly work to keep it.

A man can only become wise when he realizes how foolish he truly is.

To live a balanced life one must be at peace with the coming of death.

By Matthew Branton

My time

My time

the stars shine bright in the night sky, the moon light reflects its glow on the hills and gently shines her light on the two lane blacktop. the silence broken by the thundering symphony of the V8. its song dancing through the hills and bouncing off the walls, traveling far ahead of this machinery i pilot. my hands grip the wheel and go back and forth running through the gears. brake, throttle, turn, shift. again and again as the car travels through the turns. the g-forces throwing me side to side. the tires constantly fighting for traction. a repetitive motion and constant rush driving on the limit. its euphoric and orgasmic. i know my actions and my motions yet its like im in a dream. its true bliss. and as i pull over toward the top and look down on the city lights below with the moon light glowing off the hills, i feel peace. true unadulterated peace. im alone on this hill yet im not, im just a passerby at this moment in time. there are many like me in the city below but we all do our thing when its right for us. and right now on this hill my bow tie purrs with passion and i feel utterly calm, almost in a trance of pleasure and peace. right now this is my time, this is me. for in this moment in time im free.....

By Matthew Branton

The trenches

you remember the trenches, muddy and wet. the bodies blocking the path. the battle continued as the dead lay around me and i thought to myself, how nice. i think ill have a smoke now. you start not to care too much as death consumes your life. day by day, month by month the bombs fell and the bodies filled the trenches. arms lay away from there owner, maggots eating away, heads only half there as their brains add to the muddy mess i trudge through. this war will never end, it only continues on. still lost in this maze i look at the faces around me and they all just look the same. every face, unmistakably blank as if life had left him and he took a vacation from himself. the eyes cold and yet piercing as if they could peer into your soul. I share there expression. A comfortably numb and cold desolate existence this has become and as odd as it seems i cant live without it. death has taken hold of me and i have become to embrace the lifes i take and why. it brings balance out of the chaos. a statistic which must remain true. through the blood and the masses of death, balance remains in the muddy trenches and death is only the beginning. so when you come to the trenches prepare yourself to be forever changed. Forever haunting us these memories will never fade. Many return home but only few live on. And like many I have become comfortably numb.  

By Matthew Branton

No name

No name

Your hair flows like a gentle breeze gliding over the plains.
Your smile inviting and calm but your eyes how they move me.
A sultry brown I can feel them stare me down.
Your skin smooth and when I touch you it's like feeling heaven.
All I see is physical perfection, a body that needs nothing.
Your world so sweet and moist, how I crave to ravage it's wonders.
And yet with all these splendors that you bring, it's your personality that I seek.
It frees me. When I'm around you I'm happy like a cracked out monkey.
It's funny cause even now the thought of you just makes me smile.
What am I to do with these cravings of mine? 
I try an control but this passion inside moves me, makes it hard to not fullfil my desires.
And when I wake up I still smell your scent next to me even though this was all just a dream.
Just a figment of my imagination, a glimpse of my true desires of a woman that doesn't exist other then the shadowy corners of my dreams.

By Matthew Branton

Know thyself

nosce te ipsum. a simple phrase in itself yet the true complexity that lies inside it causes some to lose sight of themselves in a quest to know the truth. the meaning in its simple form is to know thyself. the truth is that in order to do that we must be honest with ourselves in the most humble fashion. every secret, every desire, every lustful emotion, every thought of rage and evil, every reason for passion and every truth that we feel. we cannot hide nor run from ourselves and it is only foolish to do so. friends can only show us that which we know ourselves, sometimes their words strike a cord that enables us to understand that which we already know. it is a never ending task to know thyself for we are ever changing but the initial self realization makes the journey simpler. once we know thyself what we do with that is another story. the wise grow, the foolish fall. A word of caution, to truly go inside and open the doors to ourselves can bring forth good things and it can also unleash the evil that lay dormant.

By Matthew Branton

Wasted dream of a single night

Wasted dream of a single night


Lights out curled up in a ball after that phone call. Thoughts screaming in my head. Jack in one hand colt in the other trying to make sense of the confusion inside. Depression turns to rage then back to depression again. The burden too much to bear. The sheer weight of it causes all rational thought to leave me. Time holds still, feels like eternity is mocking me not letting me heal. Satan stands beside me taunting. I try and think as I load the clip but my mind is clouded by insanity. Vision fuzzy. That feeling of cold steel resting against my temple brings forth a glimpse of peace. All I have to do is sqeeze an I'm free from this torment. Just one thought to do as the tears run free. All this chaos in such a short amount of time. Where's the Jack I need a drink! Fuck that do it sober you pussy. Fine then pull the hammer back, take a breath. Let the memories of life flow. Every memory of life, childhood dreams and love past. How did it come to this? What will happen after I'm gone? Does it matter. Fuck this shit Dad I'm coming home! Ready, then go. Click.....Aww fuck I forgot to chamber a round. You dumbass. Ok, time for a drink then we will do it right. The wasted dream of a single night.

By anonymous  

By Matthew Branton