the ones for me have always been
the mad ones,
the manic ones,
the passionate ones.
the ones who can look at the crooked aged tree and see the beauty in its twisted limbs.
the ones whose eyes catch the horizon set fire in the dawn and their breath is stolen by the view.
the ones who devour a piece of prose and lick their lips, wanting more needing MORE!
the ones who hear music not with their ears but with their souls and even if their limbs lay limp their spirits are dancing with wild abandon
the ones who ride the wave of the moment, uninterested in what happened or what will happen, engrossed in the now and here.
the ones whose inner beat inflicts those around them, setting the tone, the rhytym, their momentum is contagious.
the ones whose eyes do not hide but show the true color of their souls. the ones who light fires in the minds of the frozen masses, bringing mad thoughts and swirling visions to a sad gray world.
these are the folks that are for me.
these are the folks that understand me.
these are the folks that are kindred souls, these are the mad ones that color my world.
these are the ones i have in mind when my fantasy turns to reality and i have my stage to speak with my tongue on fire from a spirit ablaze with life. cut from the same mad cloth in the same mad pattern, brought to this world with the same mad purpose…to bring the truth to the forefront and to knock down societies walls and to free the flow of divinity from the dam of mediocrity.
the ones for me are the mad ones,
always have been and always will be.