Those Mad Poem by Genevieve Pilat

Find me those people, those mad ones who strive
For the madness of the world who come alive
Those mad to talk, to breathe, to be free
Just like Kerouac those people are for me.

I don't want those who say a commonplace thing
Who cower in the corner and with stability they cling
I want those who yearn for the spark and bright flame
For they know how to play that game.

They see that life's mad no questions asked
Willing to accept such insanities unmasked
Embracing the madness each soul does possess
Oh, how I love to hold madness in a tight caress.

For life without madness becomes plain and drole
From the moment it's gone the world has just stole
All that brings excitement, that edge that ignites
The unyielding torch inside, each firework blast that delights.

So come find me people, those mad ones I seek
I extend my hand out; let us not be meek
Let us burn, burn, burn like the Roman candles that we are
And spread out our madness like a brighten falling star.