Treasure Island

maria sudibyo

(280883 / parist van java)

Art of Mad


Whether genius, whether eccentric
Accidental brilliant or useless fun
Out of mind or inspiration from heaven
Mad is the source of change

Whether courage, whether suicidal
Fortune challenge or desperate decision
The creative result or the insane world
Mad is the side effect of trouble

The angry psychopath, the possessive lover
The hero of the day, the crazy adventurer
The obsessive scientist, the lone clairvoyant
Mad is the middle name of men

Submitted: Monday, September 06, 2010

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  • Kevin Carney (9/7/2010 12:26:00 AM)

    Good write, very solid and it flows so well. There is a lot of truth in such a short poem. (Report) Reply

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