I'm back, Passion Blues here and yes that is my burning bra waving in the air before you. Please take caution, the fumes from the synthetic fibers can be hazardous to your health. My girls are certainly breathing better.
When I started looking for a platform to share my passion for words, I was intrigued to find writer beat. But it seems to me that all I have found is a forum for stifled pent up people who have given up on finding the beauty- the passion in life. Instead you duck and dive behind and around facts and links to pages of information. You don't want to explain to me why you think you are so damn right, you just KNOW that you are.
Why the same points, the same arguments? At some point have you not said all that you have to say on some of these tired beat up ideas, conspiracies, and concepts. Tell me how you feel, not what you think. Find some beauty in this exhausted metaphor that you call life. Utter words of praise, find something that makes you want to call out! Prose, utter rhyming picturesque lines that meld into the mind and create childlike visions. Prose, praise, joy - come out of your respected yet self induced coma. Let the troubles of the day fall away like wet brown leaves in the final days of Autumn. Use your immense talents to delight the senses, thrill me, tell me story. I don't want to hear facts and newsreels. I want to hear those, whose knowledge of the written word so immensely impresses, make me swoon. Show me the artist that is hiding in your deepest veiled regions.
I love that I have found a place to write whatever I want - so have you. Praise, pose, beauty anyone?