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

Oceans of desire
Basking in the night fire
Consuming all reality

Creating this allusion
Shattering all connections
Heavenly bliss waits

Last rise begun
Till times undone
Peace at last

by Matthew branton

Two moons wander through the star riddled night sky almost as if they were running from the sun. Trying desperately to hold onto the night for eternity. As I walked through the door into the house with no end I was greeted by two of the most beautiful and diversly different women I've ever seen. The door shut with an ominous force behind me as if it knew that time was different here. All three of us wandered almost aimlessly through the neverending house like rats in a maze. They Stopped in every room, talking and conversing like tour guides in the twilight zone. A giant atrium stood in the center of the house like it was it's own island. Complete an utter confusion yet I just rolled with it. Why not when you know it's a dream. And as we entered the kitchen to grab a drink the clothes came off and yet I wondered why two of the hottest chics I've ever seen are making out and I'm standing here like a dumbass left out. I wasn't bothered cause I saw the beauties in the other room. And as I walked in and turned on the light and saw the reflection glimmer off there smooth waxed bodies and polished chrome I knew I was in heaven. All these cars in this room and only me. Oh it was a beautiful night!

By Matthew branton

Beyond the wilderness

Beyond the wilderness

Past the busy highways and crowded streets Beyond the lights of the city there is a road, rough and unpaved. Far down this road the forest begins. The trees tall and the brush dense. Eventualy you'll find it, an old cabin. The wood made to create this handsome place now dark and aged. The windows cracked and the steps leading to the door warped. An empty cabin, it's maker long gone. The love that built this place struggles to be seen but if you look close, past the rustic exterior and the effects of time you just might get a glimpse. In the garden now overrun by nature a single rose remains. A bright vibrant rose of many shades of colors. Unique and strange like the one who planted it so long ago. An eccentric and beautiful piece of nature that truly mimics the one who used to live here. Mankind neglected her, thought her strange and only sought after the physical nature of her. They never accepted nor looked inside to see the true nature of her beauty. A sensual and comely spirit cast away to the depths of the wilderness by a society that lacked the courage to embrace something different, something pure. A true shame we can not see past the thin exteriors to embrace her, now lost to time. I come here, make the long journey to remember her. To feel her presence in the wind that rustles through the trees. I will never forget. When you look into my eyes you may understand, I'm not just looking at you, I'm looking into the depths of your soul and recognizing the unique beauty that makes you who you are. The sensuality that eminates calls to me. Maybe one day you'll see the truth that my soul represents as well. 

By Matthew branton

My sweet black corvette. Smooth, graceful lines and a purposeful stance I can't help but stare and long to carress every inch of your elegance. A beauty above the rest. Bold and tight interior hugs me close. As I turn the key and hear you come to life, throaty and blunt your intentions are clear and vivid. Lady on the streets but a freak on the track. Aggressive yet sensual as you melt the asphalt and stretch your long sexy legs to a 180mph. Awww my knees quiver with anticipation. You can't compare the pleasure of this driving experience. It stays with you, it haunts you. I have an insatiable desire for my little black corvette. Everything else is, well, just a car. Ahahahaha I have ISSUES yes I do!  

By Matthew branton

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