A creative burst.
An artist's thirst.
Driven by hunger.
Like that of a mad painter.
Trying to dye the sky in colors wild and unknown.
Chaotic like an unborn.
Like that of a writer.
Guzzling life from every corner.
Madly scribbling away from the night into the dawn.
Like that of a dancer.
Full blown passion in fashion.
A force that could go on and on.
Like that of a musician.
Bleeding fingers churning out notes.
Moonlight sonatas-once heard, never forgot.
Souls on fire, fueled by desires.
Engaged in a symphony of construction.
Dispelling the old to find something new, fresh, and bold.
Establishing a new world order without holds.
Where creation outsmarts destruction not by rule or reason or force.
But by words, moves, colors, and notes.
Mad people-society's spark plugs.
Creating richness that cannot be bought.
Only felt, experienced, and sought.
(Inspired by hunger.)
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hey sparky...fantastic!
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