Ribmeat Of The Family Tree

Signature

10-23-05

I do this so it can be mine;
the ink being the blood of my brain
and the page
the capturing of element to my life's words.
They become my bed to my tomb
from my awakening to my grave
capped with a signature into stone
as an accessory to a style,
vivid and unique,
to separate me from every other fate
unknown, unlived, undestined for.
These are my dreams
and my name,
once mocked and mud-dragged,
is now the byline
on the articles of me,
always on the top of the page.
It mirrors me,
mimics my thoughts,
morphs to my elements,
maintains my desires
and makes me who I am.
It is my name,
and it means everything
to what everything means to me.