I'm the one you never see like the predator in your dreams. I stand beside you in the store, I pass you in the street. There's something you see but you hold no words to describe it. Only the shadowy corners of your mind buried beneath the primitive urges of your subconscious do you get a glimpse of truth. Dark and mysterious you find yourself curious. The truth of darkness and rage so pure it's not of this plane is hidden beneath a promise you'll never understand. A word that holds the evil at bay so you would never suspect the creature in your dreams. You'll never understand or know what I'll fight for, but start a war and I'll show ya something pure, the flip side of the coin, something that even your nightmares would run from. I'll show you me.        

By Matthew branton

The tears from above, cascading through the sky.
A simple tear, a thankless existance.
To cleanse the old and bring life to the present.
And as the tears collide like a thousand cold carresses.
The goosebumps cover my skin and my core trembles with curiousity.
It's at this blissful moment when the heavens cry that I'm reminded just how primitive my human nature is.

By Matthew branton

The streetlights flicker through there cycles to the ghost cars of the night. 
The warm winter air blows through the open window as I drive and tickles the very root of my existance.
A simple pleasure, no expectations, just Geronimo down the rabbit hole.
As I laugh out the window in the darkness, the stars shining bright.
The spirits of the night my only audience.
It was just what I needed, nothing more, nothing less.  
The simplicity of Geronimo, and the freedom of the night. 

By Matthew branton

The spirit longing

The spirit longing 

The vessel void and longing for that pure carress. A pure and comely spirit, one who has seen the darkness and emerged a wiser being. One who sees not only with there eyes but also with there soul. A sensuality rivaling the splendors of the seasons. There are many forms of beauty and regaurdless of the magnificence of her grace or the smoothness of her skin and the perfection of her curves without the passion and sensual connection the soul stays longing for a carress of meaning. I realize that the carress I seek and long for I can never have. I value the integrity and beauty of that sensual and pure spirit and know that like everything I touch I somehow eventually corrupt. The darkness in me contained by my will and the honor of my word but over time the coldness of my being infects everything I hold dear. To have integrity I must accept the solitude and dream of the carress I'll never be able to accept.    


By Matthew branton   

Ahaha

It's funny how you affect me. You are my escape after a long day. When I am blue I search for you. You take me too places I've been too, of fond memories and you take me on journeys I would have never forseen. It's all cause of you I am where I am. To be inside you're world travelling to magical places brings freedom I could have never imagined. You protect me from the elements and light my way when the sky goes grey. Oh to feel you purr and vibrate as we move together. And here you moan as you get you're way, it's truly ecstacy. Always ready for more. How you light my day when I cruise you down the street, my nova brings smiles to my face..... What? You thought I was talking about something else? Lol

by Matthew branton