As I wrote the letter it ceased being paper and ink and became the cries of a mourning soul screaming to the heavens without pride or prejudice in the most eloquently beautiful way. As I read the words of my soul again and again I became humble and as I stood in the street I set my soul on fire facing the western sky and let go. I let go and prayed. The love I needed I was given. Not by another but from the heavens above. True unadulterated love and serenity. Sometimes what we want and need are two completely different things. We have to let go. Of our pride, our wants, and have faith. At this moment, I'm at peace. Without malice, desire, lust, or regret. I'm free, and exactly how I'm meant to be... :) 

In the darkness

In the darkness

The fluidity of its speed surprises even me. It's ghostly fingers scratching at my existence with a vengeance I've never seen. Peeling away the layers of my heart and soul the sadness is replaced with anger, and the hurt replaced with a rage so pure it surely must have escaped the bowels of hell! I try and resist but I'm too weak and welcome anything that replaces the horrendous grief which has consumed my waking existence. Soon the darkness has done its job like a master clock maker. The precision it displayed in recreating me rivaled the precision of the stars. I am no longer in control, restraint given way to thoughtless action. All I see is red for the streets run deep in the blood of humanity. Each drop for every lie, for every painful emotion I've experienced. I have brought balance through the extinction of the human race. I no longer feel pain, nor sadness, or joy. I have become as vacant as the darkness that consumed me and as I stand in the middle of the street, blood to my knees I feel it is not complete for there is still me. I am as guilty for my suffering as humanity and without another thought I see the blood flowing down my neck and chest becoming one with the river of blood I stand in. As I slowly collapse in the darkness I realize that now I truly feel....nothing. 

By Matthew branton

I'll never say goodbye

You always liked the cold so it makes sense you left us in the winter to go on your final journey. Its funny how alike yet different we are. I never got to grieve you, that would mean you're gone and I never want to say goodbye. Id rather say I'll see you later. Every time I drive and push it i feel you there with me, like the good old days. It's getting harder though. The memory fading I find myself pushing harder. I can't go to hard or I'll find myself making the same last journey as you. Part of me doesn't care anymore though. I wish I could say goodbye but I'm not strong enough, you deserve to remain forever, as you were, as you graced this earth like the suns embrace. And so I remain for reasons I don't understand, wearing a smile, to fit in among the masses when the truth is I'm only alive when I push it and I just want to drive, for you, for us, forever.....

Purity

I came to a realization tonight. Whether it's tantric or from meditation is unclear. What is clear is I've never felt so free and serene. You see there are many forms of love in this plain of existance but the pure forms of love come with no labels or expectations. If you can love without being a typical human and expecting something in return then you are on another plain. Then comes something which many including me fear which is to be "in love" with someone. Should we tell them or should we keep it to ourselfs to not cause the other person stress? Months I've pondered what to do and if my actions were pure of heart and I realized that to be pure of heart and in love is simply that. It's how "I" feel and there is nothing wrong nor is there any malice to it. It is simply me being in love with the most glorious being I know without expecting anything in return or putting a silly label on it. That is pure, that is free. Cause I'm loving her without caging her, hence I'm not caging me. So my actions by telling her are just and pure and the first time in my life I've felt I've reached a new plane of love. Why? Cause I've finally understood love in it's basic and extrodinary forms. I love and am in love because it's my feelings and I expect nothing. This my friend is serenity. And I thank her for letting me be me and the wisdom she's shared which has helped me reach another plain. 

By Matthew branton

As I dance in the valley of purgatory straddling the wall that seperates darkness and light I can't help but wonder why I must choose a side. I know the darkness in the most intimate fashion more then any can truly comprehend. Yet, the light and love of eternity I've seen with my very own eyes. One need not have faith when they've already seen the cursed beauty of heaven. Coexisting beyond our comprehension we are both for we can not exist without the other. Why should I ignore the ravaging lust of darkness and only act upon the good? Is it for the promises I've made or for retribution of my earlier days? Do I dare think that in the grand scheme of time and space the minute reprocutions of my actions leave a scar upon this plain? Silly to ponder yet I truly wonder "what if". What if I lacked honor and integrity? What if I hadn't made the promises? Would I be me, or would I bring my dreams to life and blanket humanity with the ashes of there brethren? Truly a shame then, that we will never really know, for I'm stuck straddling the wall of purgatory between heaven and hell, waiting for her to choose....

By Matthew branton

A momentary glimpse of your elegant curves and radiant sultry smile is all that's required to bruise my eyes forever. Everytime you're close my spirit tries to break free and cling to you as if it had found perfection and doesn't want it to slip away. Blinded by your magnificence and knee quivering hottness I stumble on my merry way. Content yet distraught. Free yet I desire no other. Like a fool Im in to deep, I let myself go like a leaf on the wind and now I fear it'll never be. In silence I'll show restraint, for what could be gained if I speak? But truly you must already know, my eyes tell no lies for they are the gateway to the soul. In the end it doesn't matter, for who am I and what could I truly offer?..... 

By Matthew branton

Alone on the grassy plain my roots run deep into the moist cold earth yet the water no longer brings life. My branches bear no leaves for shade and the color of life has left me. Dark an ominous my shell remains. I am leaned on and used for support but no one stays for the beauty has gone. One day the fire will consume my dry coarse shell and the winds will scatter my ashes along the plain and the memory of all that i've done will fade away. Forgotten like the fog that was pushed away by the suns vibrant light. One day I will be no more for I was nothing to begin with. I was only "that tree", never "thee tree". 

By Matthew branton

The clouds slowly moving through the sky as if they were the breath from her bossom on a cold winters night. Slowly morphing from grey to silver as they approach her vibrant light. Hidden from view as the clouds roll over yet her pressence radiates a warmth thats urgent and sense of freedom that's intoxicating. As I look into the mirror in the sky I envision her lying there as the sheets carres her soft succulent skin, flowing over her curves giving just a glimpse of the beauty beneath. Her power eminates and engulfs me, even the seas move to a rythm they themselves do not understand, all for her. Hidden beneath the layers of woven silk is a gift that is seldom seen, a beauty that the eyes cannot grasp, only the heart can see and it's power and beauty can move the world like nothing you've ever seen. True beauty you can't understand. True beauty you can't control. True beauty is free, the way it's supposed to be. My dear, true beauty is you, did you really think this poem was just about the moon.   

By Matthew branton

I could write something to provoke your imagination and bring forth you're curiousity with words that define and illuminate places of vivid colors and magical ideals. But all I want to write about is you. You know youreself yet question your own mind, heart, an soul. The gears of your inner being frantically turning in an effort to decide what is rite and what is safe, what is acceptable and how far to go. Will there be labels an will you lose control. If you submit to the truth will you be broken by it, can you survive it. Courageous yet bound by your fear. I'm not saying to be frivolous with your choices but don't let fear guide you or you're only escaping the cages of the past and replacing them with a cage of fear. Be free from me, be free with me. Be you for you. Embrace that which you are and open up the possibilities that stand before you. No labels. No expectations. No bounderies or rules. No cages of your own making and no acceptance of others cages. Just be you an be true. Be free. That's all I'm asking of you, to let your brillance shine and be free.   

By Matthew branton

We smile through the tears, we smile through the fears, we smile through the pain, we smile cause we can. Everyday an obstacle, everyday a challenge, yet no matter the reality we smile through the years. Some say we lie, some say we wear a facade. Throughout all the pain, if you try, I'm sure even you could find 1 thing to smile about too. Happieness is simply a choice...

By Matthew branton

He stood in front of the mirror in his room, faded and cracked the reflection he saw wasn't himself. He had become as distraught as that mirror. Loved ones gone, the purpose for existance has left him years ago when he went down the path of retribution. "You take 1 from me I take 100 from you" was a motto he was raised by and lived by. Even though he left the life the attitude still layed dormant just beneath the surface waiting for a purpose to show it's true nature. He had a family, a job, a life. Just a regular guy happy that he was at where he was till one day they stripped it from him. There was a police chase, in the chaos the cop messed up and lost control. 80 miles an hour head on into the car his family was coming home in. The fire ensued, death followed. When the news reached him he collapsed in shock. Unable to work or think anger consumed him. His focus became retribution, 100 for 1. He made his plans, prepared his tools for the death of 300 men and women to bring in the balance. Years passed before he started and he still remembered his first as he stripped the flesh from his skin with a soldering iron as the screams echoed in his ears even now. All the others after are just a blurr except for last night. The final death of the 300 cops took place. The balance is complete. Yet as he stood in front of the mirror he realized last night he also killed himself for he no longer had a purpose and the atrocity of his actions turned him into a monster. He wasn't meant to be part of civilization for he only saw death. It was quick as he stood in front of the mirror and slit his own throat watching the blood leave his body he just stared at himself void of expression. As he slowly collapsed to the floor staring at the mirror he smiled. Retribution finished, the black peaceful abyss of death is finally here. I am free

by Matthew branton

Silent thinking, quite actions. Slowly creeping there way to the corners of your mind. Unraveling the mysteries and discovering the desires that are buried beneath your primitive nature. Like a game of chess im planning ahead, plotting a course. Slightly devious yet my purpose is known from the start. Dark and mysterious you find yourself curious so you stay an play. But the game is already over. The moves already made. The only thing you can do is watch and embrace what unfolds. This game there is no winner, just two souls playing out a small journey through time.  

By Matthew branton

A simple moment in time. A mere journey taken in the miniscule existance of space while the ripples of our actions make there way across the very essance of time leaving a footprint of our memories on all around us. A sureal feeling watching the present become the past and giving us clues to the future. There is no normality, no certainty, only time and the never ending ripples of our actions. So make you're actions something you want to remember, cause you can't escape time.

By Matthew branton

There is a place within the confines of our mind where we question the very nature of it. Try and peel away the layers and decipher the very meaning of it. Why it exists and the purpose it has in the great picture of life and the role it has for ourselfs. A truly simple and magnificently primitive thing that many bury behind cages and layers of fear and uncertaintity. A simple thing, lost in the confines of our mind. Never free, only seen with a chain of rules following behind limiting the true beauty of it. A glimpse of something we all have. Something we all share. Something many hide. And I ask you this, Why? 

By Matthew branton

The fiery destruction that consumes us today leaves it's ash that slowly dissipates from the gentle carress of the wind and the cold embrace of the rain till it leaves us a new beginning to grow in ways we may of otherwise never foreseen.  

By Matthew branton

Some things can never be undone, some memories never forgotten. The sounds forever to echo in our ears, the feeling forever tormenting our skin. The grave waits for us all but the grave shall never hold me. 

By Matthew branton

The flesh is cold and void of all it is to be human. A mask worn in a false attempt to walk among humanity. The smile you see hides that which truly lies inside. All that is known erodes from my consciousness leaving a blank slate and a heart of coals who's fire has gone out long ago. It knows no love, no peace, only darkness who's abyss I can't even fathom. Confusion replaced with certainty of absolute nothingness. I have become an empty vessel. There is no touch that brings warmth, no kiss which holds passion, no love that can find me, no soul that can guide me. I am simply nothing and lost forever.      

By Matthew branton

Built in fear and forged from science. A metal cage bearing the wrath of a fiery hell plummets to the earth without a sound or a conscious. It knows nothing of the destruction it will bring. 

The light blinding and greater then the sun. The lucky vaporized before there nerve endings could even sense the pain. The further from hell the slower they burned, leaving the scattered white bones poking through the ash across the city. The buildings that remain bear witness with shadows permanently etched into them of people who are no more. Truly this is hell.

A marvel of science built by the greatest minds who lacked the forsight to comprehend there actions. Hundreds of thousands perished in the pursuit of a false peace, driven by power and corrupted by greed. 

We can always argue who did what and this and that but in the end the simple truth remains. Humanity sadly never learns. Violence is easy, peace takes streangth and wisdom. But ultimately in the end the corruptness and greed and anger of few shall bring the end to many if not all. There will be blood and my heart will weep for the souls of many.

By Matthew branton

Driving hard and pushing the limits of adhesion isn't just about moving the controls in a precise way. A true driver connects with the car and feels her. It's like making love at every turn. You turn in and feel her respond through your legs and then your torso, she vibrates and moans as the traction struggles to remain through the apex and if you do it right and hold her study through the turn and respond to her needs as you flog her hard at corner exit your rewarded with a sensation in your loins you won't soon forget. Every turn is different and holds a surprise just like a womans curves. She's a sensual being, you must listen and feel her talk ever so softly. If you don't, trust me, you'll hear even an angel screaming in anger and that's usually when you end up in the wall. A true driver. Its more then just learned, it's felt. 

By Matthew branton

Passion fuels me
Darkness consumes me
Desire corrupts me

Love broke me
Humility rebuilt me
Sensuality binds me

The dreams hold a place in time where the past and present meet and the present is ripe with a feeling of surreal possibilities. As I stand here in this place which doesn't belong, this beach of time where the very essence of time exists in a way we cannot comprehend. Skipping forward then back again all the while knowing no wrong, our cares cease to exist for there is only us and no end or beginning only a present of marvelous beauty and striking confusion yet a complete understanding. And as I stand next to you, the sand carressing the souls of my feet and spreading the warmth it's absorbed from the sun, I stare out over the waves watching the dancing sun pretend to set on the horizon and as the reflection of the bright orange glow in the sea meets the sun in the sky as if they were joined as one it's at this moment I feel a peace so pure it's not of this plane. A peace I can only share with a like mind an spirit and that's why you're here. Just to share a simple thing. Embrace it as you see it my friend, it's my gift to you for your thoughts don't decieve you and your desires emanate from you. Trust me, I won't betray you, I've already seen it here on the beach of time.

By Matthew branton