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