lastbadger

These go out to Faust because I am very grateful for his encouragement, and help. You Rock, man!

I have awakened not too early, but just in time.
Time for silent hours to fall at pens point.
Moments narrated only by the scratching sound
Of entire fields of white and plains of brown
Being given form in the ink that graces them
Dark lines and curves that fill them.

I take what was empty and give it meaning.
Telling the story of people I make.
And though they bear a remarkable resemblance
To actual persons fictitious or real it is I who dictates their actions.

In the early hours while others rest,
Those moments, those are my six days
But I wont stop with just the heavens and earth
And all things that dwell within.
No Ill create the things all things talk about



It is time again I hold my pen
And fall in love with the way the page calls for my inks presence
I want to be enraptured by the moments and minutes
being recalled and made to stay here.
This is where I make my fortune,
It is where my mind is consoled
How my story is told

Ill learn to speak these words aloud
Bringing my creations all the more into existence
Because I so want to be seen and heard
What more am I than what I say and do
And since what I do is say, than that is all of me
I am only words in voice and ink